But as long as the cult doesn't stop her, she can still get things done.
"Yes, Wan'er understands. Wan'er will not use the Divine Cult to eliminate Emperor Dezheng. Wan'er only hopes that after Qingyun ascends the throne, the Divine Cult will recognize him."
"Please leave now. I want to meditate." After saying that, he closed his eyes and didn't look at her again.
The queen stood up, a smug smile on her lips. She knew the Divine Cult was powerful, and as long as the Divine Cult didn't intervene, the throne would be hers.
"High Priest, have a good rest. Wan'er will take her leave."
After leaving the Divine Temple, the Queen felt that all her pores were clear.
But in the imperial study on the other side, Emperor Dezheng's eyes were red and bloodshot with anger. Qian Yeming's face was also extremely gloomy.
Watching Emperor Dezheng smashing everything that could be smashed in the imperial study, Murong Xiao stood aside with cold eyes, holding Qian Yeming's hand tightly to give him warmth.
She had overheard the conversation between the Empress and the High Priest of Light in her previous life, so today she took the Emperor with her to listen. She also took the High Priest of Light away just as he was saying his last words.
Originally she didn't want Ming to go with her, but Ming insisted on protecting her safety, so she had no choice but to let him go.
As for the Queen, although Ming often told her that he didn't care about that person, he only wanted her, Murong Xiao, as a relative. Even so, Murong Xiao knew that Ming still hoped to get even a little bit of care from the Queen.
The Queen's words today not only hit Emperor Dezheng hard, but her Ming must have been sad as well.
Feeling the warmth in Murong Xiao's palm, Qian Yeming squeezed her hand in response.
In fact, Xiao'er was overthinking it. Perhaps he felt really bad when he heard the Queen's words. But at that moment, when he felt the tension of the hands holding him, the discomfort in his heart immediately disappeared.
If the Queen's poisoning of him when he was two years old had filled him with immense anger and even hatred, then now, after all she had done to him and what she had just said, and after the little blood relationship he had for her had completely vanished, these blows no longer had much impact on him.
He and she had long been strangers, a stranger who wanted to kill him, Qian Yeming.
Maybe he had thought about keeping her at all costs before, but not now. For a stranger, he not only had no need to be angry, but also had no need to pay any love for her.
All this was thanks to this woman who always held his hands tightly, no matter when, where or what the situation. Now, she has filled his life completely, and there is no room for any irrelevant people.
Qian Yeming's eyes flickered as he looked at the emperor, whose face flushed with anger and whose blood pressure rose. The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he spoke, "Father, what's the point of smashing things here? Will smashing these things kill Murong Qingyu and Murong Qingyun? If not, we might as well think of a strategy to deal with the enemy."
Emperor Dezheng paused, breathlessly, and stared at Qian Yeming. He asked somewhat dejectedly, "What's the strategy for dealing with the enemy? How do you expect me to deal with them? She's a member of the Divine Cult, and the Divine Cult has promised to help her. If you and I resist, we'll inevitably become enemies of the Divine Cult. The Divine Cult is so powerful, they can make anything happen at the drop of a hat. Is there any chance we can win?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
