"You—" Yang Yurou's beautiful eyes were filled with anger as she raised her hand and slapped the maid across the face.
The maidservant immediately knelt down, her face ashen, trembling as she pleaded, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger, Your Majesty, please calm your anger..."
"Even you dare to mock me for not being able to bear the emperor's child? I think you have a death wish! Guards!" Her tone was ruthless, as if she were a completely different person from the beautiful figure she had just shown in the back garden.
"Drag him away and beat him to death."
Tears streamed down the maid's face in despair as she screamed, "Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!"
The servants standing nearby quickly dragged the person out, and the sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared.
The maids in the room knelt on the ground, each trembling, not daring to make a sound.
Yang Rouyu gracefully held the white jade teacup with her fair fingers and took a sip, her anger gradually subsiding.
It's as if nothing just happened...
Wan Qiyan walked out of the Qing Shen Palace wearily, followed by two rows of servants.
When he passed Gao Rong's palace, he noticed the candlelight flickering inside and slowly stopped in his tracks.
The eunuch beside him, understanding the unspoken message, spoke up: "His Majesty has not set foot in Minglan Palace for many months. Perhaps today..."
Wan Qiyan remained calm and walked into the courtyard. The maid by the door saw a group of people coming in and immediately knelt down. Just as she was about to speak, the eunuch beside Wan Qiyan made a shushing gesture.
The maidservant immediately shut her mouth, her back drenched in cold sweat.
Wan Qiyan gently pushed open the door and walked inside, gradually hearing ambiguous sounds and a strong scent filling the air.
He felt his mind go blank, and his feet moved forward uncontrollably. He couldn't believe it; his empress was actually...
Finally, through the gauze curtains, he saw the figure tossing and turning on the bed, and Wan Qiyan was instantly filled with rage.
Gao Rong felt a chill run down her spine, and her naked body trembled slightly with extreme excitement.
He looked out of the gauze curtain as if possessed, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. He exclaimed in disbelief, "Your Majesty!"
Wan Qiyan sat on the throne in the main hall with his eyes closed.
Gao Rong trembled violently, her hair disheveled and hanging over her shoulders, her face full of remorse, but she was too terrified to utter a sound.
Suppressing his anger, Wan Qiyan coldly declared, "Depose Empress Gao and banish her to the Cold Palace. She will not be released until she dies."
No~
"Your Majesty, you can't do this to me!"
Gao Rong roared wildly and struggled to crawl toward Wan Qiyan's feet.
His voice was hoarse as he pleaded, "Your Majesty, I was wrong, I beg you..."
"Your Majesty, I truly know I was wrong..."
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