Chapter 541: She's dead! And she'll definitely die...very ugly
"Enough!" The Queen Mother shouted suddenly, glaring at Mo Yifan with displeasure, with obvious defensive intentions, "This has nothing to do with Ya'er! She just told the truth! I have made up my mind!"
She turned back to Mo Yifan, her tone firm and resolute, with a fierceness that said she would rather kill three thousand people by mistake than let one go, "I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm afraid of one! Yuan'er is my lifeblood, the pillar of Dongyao! For him, I would rather kill someone by mistake than let Lan Xiyue, the root of trouble, live! What's more..."
The Queen Mother's voice suddenly rose, filled with deep hatred, and her eyes turned resentful. "If it weren't for Lan Xiyue! Your father, my son, wouldn't have been able to ascend to heaven! Yi'er!" She stared at Mo Yifan fiercely, her voice filled with temptation and questioning, "Don't you...don't you want to avenge your father who died unjustly?!"
Mo Yifan met the Queen Mother's gaze full of paranoia and hatred, and an unprecedented seriousness and heaviness appeared on his young and handsome face.
He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his voice clear and sincere, piercing through the clamor: "Grandmother!"
He called out solemnly, "You raised your grandson single-handedly, and my uncle is both a father and a teacher to me. Your kindness is as heavy as a mountain. Without your protection and guidance, I might not... be alive today. This kindness will be engraved in my heart." Mo Yifan had no feelings for his father, the emperor, so he directly chose to avoid the Queen Mother's question.
He paused, looking directly into the Empress Dowager's eyes. "Grandmother, I see every bit of the affection that the young uncle has for the young aunt. It's not bewitching, it's not controlling, it's... true love! You understand the young uncle's temperament better than your grandson. He has always... rather die in glory than live in disgrace! If anything happens to the young aunt, Grandmother, just think about what will happen to the young uncle? He will go crazy! Completely crazy! At that time... do you want to see a regent who will destroy everything... and destroy everything? And..."
"How dare you!" Before Mo Yifan could finish his words, the Queen Mother flew into a rage, like a beast whose reverse scales had been stepped on! She slammed her palm down hard on the rosewood tea table inlaid with mother-of-pearl beside her! The force was so great that the fine jade teacup jumped up with a clang, spilling the tea. She stood up suddenly, pointing at Mo Yifan, shaking with anger. Her voice was sharp and piercing, filled with incomprehensible rage: "Then she deserves to die even more! She is the regent of a country! Second to the emperor and above everyone else! The pillar of the country! How can she be controlled by a mere woman and become her weak spot?! I want to... cut off this evil root for Yuan'er! Get rid of this evil that makes him weak!"
Mo Yifan was completely stunned. He looked at the Empress Dowager in front of him, whose face looked a little ferocious due to her rage, and a huge sense of strangeness and chill rose from the bottom of his heart.
How could the old woman before him resemble the kind and gentle grandmother he remembered, the one who held his hand while they admired the flowers in the Imperial Garden? Ever since his father's sudden death, it was as if an invisible venomous snake had gnawed at her soul, turning her into a completely different person, paranoid, cold, and unkind.
The empress dowager looked at her grandson standing there in a daze, and seemed to realize her own loss of composure. She suppressed her surging anger, sat down again, and her tone returned to that unquestionable coldness: "Okay, Emperor, you are now the Son of Heaven, and you are busy with government affairs. The country is the most important thing. I have my own ideas about these matters. You go back to the palace. When... when the news of Lan Xiyue's execution comes, I will return to the palace and choose for you... a virtuous queen who is worthy of being the mother of the country." She waved her hand with a hint of dismissal.
The last glimmer of hope Mo Yifan had for persuasion was completely extinguished. He looked at the Queen Mother, who was unmoved and determined to kill, and thought about the methods his "little imperial aunt" had always used...
An almost absurd feeling of helplessness washed over him. What was he worrying about? It was completely pointless! With Lan Xiyue's ability to make things happen with a flip of her hand and the secret guards around her, if the guards sent by the Empress Dowager really found her, wouldn't they be willing to die just to entertain her?
However... Mo Yifan's cold gaze once again swept over Anya, who was standing aside with her head lowered and seemed docile.
This instigator... When the young uncle returns and learns that she was the one who fanned the flames and spread rumors in the grandmother's ear... Mo Yifan could almost clearly foresee Anya's tragic end. She was dead! And it would definitely be... a very ugly death.
Mo Yifan said no more. He suppressed all his emotions, stood up calmly, and bowed to the empress dowager in the main seat according to the etiquette. His voice showed no emotion: "Your Majesty is right. I will take my leave. I hope Your Majesty... take care of yourself." He said the last four words meaningfully.
The Queen Mother looked at her grandson bowing respectfully, and her tense expression finally relaxed a little.
After all, this grandson was the apple of her eye, the one she had raised since childhood. She still had some genuine affection for him, so she nodded slightly and said, "Well, go ahead."
In the hall, all the palace maids, maids, and the frightened Anya all knelt on the ground, and their voices rang out in uneven unison: "Farewell, Your Majesty!"
Mo Yifan did not stop and turned around. His bright yellow dragon robe drew a decisive arc in the hall. He strode out of the suffocating Jingfeng Pavilion and boarded the imperial carriage waiting outside the palace without looking back.
"Let's get going! Return to the palace!" Little Leo's shrill voice sounded.
The imperial carriage started moving in a grand procession, leaving the Regent's Palace and heading towards the majestic imperial city.
The curtains were drawn, blocking out the outside world.
Inside the car, Mo Yifan leaned on the cushion, closed his eyes, and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.
Inside the villa, there is a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, which is in sharp contrast to the noisy and turbulent outside.
In the warm room, silver charcoal burned quietly in an exquisitely carved copper basin, making a slight "crackling" sound, and the warm warmth dispelled the slight chill of early winter outside the window.
Lan Xiyue leaned lazily on the soft couch covered with a thick velvet blanket, her simple and elegant moon-white dress making her skin look whiter than snow.
She supported her chin with one hand, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes looking aimlessly out the window.
Tiny snowflakes are falling silently, like broken jade, covering the withered branches in the courtyard with a hazy veil.
Chuxia was squatting beside the charcoal basin, carefully using tongs to stir the silver charcoal inside to ensure that the fire was even and the warmth lasted.
Chuchun sat quietly on the embroidery cushion by the window, with her brows lowered, her slender fingers holding the fine needle, moving back and forth on the taut silk, embroidering a magnolia bud about to bloom, her expression focused and gentle.
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