Chapter 395 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (6)
In his deep eyes, undercurrents surged, as if countless thoughts were fiercely clashing.
She had never seen such contradictory eyes, which showed desire for her but also seemed to hide deep pain and struggle.
But at the edge, there was a soft light that was almost pious.
Like the oppressive dark clouds before a rainstorm, it contains the desire to destroy everything, yet is handled with the same care as if holding a fragile treasure.
When He Liming's bony fingers gently stroked her wrist where scriptures were written, she could even clearly feel the slight tremor coming from his palm.
Qing Wu was somewhat unable to understand why she was so overwhelmed by He Liming's gaze.
So she asked, "Master Crane...?"
Qingwu had already been told her identity by the people sent by He Liming.
Qing Wu also knew that the price she paid to survive until now was to become his chess piece.
The dynasty was in chaos and too many people were ambitious.
As a princess abandoned in the cold palace by this dynasty, Qingwu actually had no choice.
But Qingwu's voice was still so innocent, as if she knew nothing about all this, but was about to be dragged into this turbulent dynasty by He Liming.
Become his chess piece that will soon be forced to do whatever it wants.
With countless complicated thoughts swirling in his mind, He Liming suddenly knelt down on one knee.
You know, He Liming, who has held great power for many years, has never even knelt before the emperor in these years.
At this moment, he knelt down in front of a powerless girl in the cold palace.
Immediately afterwards, a cold and ambiguous voice suddenly sounded. No one knew what thoughts flashed through He Liming's mind in such a short period of time.
At this moment, He Liming completely changed all his previous thoughts.
His original plans, strategies, and even ambitions were completely overturned at this moment.
"Your servant He Liming has come to fetch the princess... No, the new ruler of the Ning Dynasty has returned to preside over state affairs."
Although his words were calm, the determination and resolve contained in them could not be ignored.
A trace of confusion flashed across Qingwu's eyes.
......New king?
He Liming was still kneeling on the ground, with no intention of getting up, but his eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed directly on Qing Wu.
His gaze was like a bottomless lake, seemingly wanting to completely swallow Qingwu.
It seemed as if Qingwu was going to be pulled into the tempting darkness, but that piece of pure white seemed to have a natural barrier that would prevent her from entering the darkness.
Instead, it will allow this darkness to return to where the light is.
Willingly become the best nutrient for light, nourishing that pure light.
"Your Majesty, please get up." He Liming heard his own hoarse voice, which was filled with a piety that was unfamiliar even to himself.
"Your Majesty has just passed away, and the country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Your Highness the Princess is the only remaining bloodline of my dynasty, so she is naturally the new ruler of my Ning Dynasty.
He Liming looked at the ripples of doubt in the girl's eyes. He took a deep breath and tried hard to swallow the ambition that had been rolling in his throat for twelve years.
As the emperor's close ministers, the Jinyiwei were directly under the imperial power. They were neither civil officials nor military generals, and always obeyed the emperor's orders.
Although He Liming was never a person who truly obeyed the emperor, he wanted to overthrow the dynasty and become king himself.
But if that emperor is Qingwu...
He Liming suddenly changed his mind.
He wants this world, and he hates the Ning Dynasty.
But what does this have to do with this innocent and blameless little princess?
He couldn't punish the little princess for this.
He Liming still couldn't figure out what his real thoughts were, but he could be sure of one thing -
He could not allow this little princess to become the puppet emperor he originally wanted, regardless of life or death.
At the very least, he must ensure the safety and peace of the little princess.
With Wen Xingzhi controlling the government in front and Chi Yunjian eyeing the throne from behind, the country was in a situation of internal and external troubles.
He Liming looked stunningly beautiful even without any makeup on, not like an ordinary little princess.
He thought of a solution and suddenly and respectfully suggested it to the little princess: "However, before that, I need to make some minor modifications to Your Majesty. All of this is to better protect Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty can understand."
Chenghui Hall.
When He Liming knocked on the gilded door knocker with the scarlet shark silk knife handle, the crisp sound of a teacup colliding with a green jade table was heard from inside the hall, startling the Jinyiwei guards on duty under the eaves so much that the hairs on the back of their necks stood on end.
The entire Chenghui Hall has become completely different.
The emperor's concubines who were supposed to serve here were detained one by one and escorted back to their respective palaces to make final preparations.
After all, no matter what, they will ultimately find it difficult to escape the predetermined ending.
Civil and military officials, dressed in court robes, waited quietly outside the palace with solemn expressions. Inside the palace, Chi Yunjian sat there with a calm expression, ignoring the emperor who had passed away in the bedroom.
One on the left and one on the right, very far apart.
But they are equally powerful and no one dares to underestimate the other.
In this tense atmosphere, the eunuchs who poured tea for the two important figures were trembling with fear and dared not say a word, for fear that they would accidentally anger the two important figures.
The entire palace was filled with absolute silence, and the atmosphere was stagnant to a terrifying degree.
"Squeak--" The sound of the palace door being pushed open broke the silence.
Chi Yunjian paused slightly as he wiped the Broken Cloud Sword, which had killed countless enemies. He raised his head and looked towards the door.
Wen Xingzhi also took a sip of tea and raised his head as well.
His eyes suddenly fixed.
And then—the two of them frowned at the same time.
He Liming Feiyu, wearing a crane cloak, swept across the threshold and led the way. The ninety-nine dark embroidered cranes seemed to come alive and flapped their wings, ready to fly.
Following behind He Liming was a 'young man' wearing a plain gold brocade robe.
This brocade robe was obviously too big for him, making his figure look a little thin.
A few strands of hair hung down from under his ebony crown, covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
The young man lowered his head and eyes, as if he didn't dare to look at others.
Even the hem of her clothes swept across the ground with great care, like a frightened deer that had accidentally entered the lair of a lion or tiger.
Even after changing into plain brocade clothes, he still looked timid with his head lowered, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
Chi Yunjian suddenly stopped wiping the scabbard, and his fingertips stroked the hideous Taotie pattern on the scabbard, with a dangerous light in his eyes.
Wen Xingzhi's hand holding the teacup paused at his lips, and the smile at the corners of his peach blossom eyes froze into ice. The tea soup reflected the curled-up figure of the young man, which shattered into countless swaying spots of light on the water surface.
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