On the nanmu wood table, Helian Nie's fair, slender, and well-defined hands held a fine wolf-hair brush, the tip stained with vermilion, and his strokes were vigorous and powerful.
With the brushstrokes flowing like a sword, Helian Nie finally put down the vermilion brush after the last character was written, and leaned back lazily in the nanmu chair.
The blood-red dragon robe draped casually over the nanmu chair. Helian Nie rubbed his temples, his devilishly handsome face showing signs of weariness.
She raised her eyes to look at Wen Changle, who was still maintaining his proper etiquette and expression, and parted her thin, crimson lips slightly, "Let's skip it."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Despite feeling a slight ache and numbness in her hands and feet from holding the ceremony for so long, Wen Changle didn't utter a single complaint and perfectly demonstrated the proper etiquette required.
"emperor."
Wen Changle looked up at Helian Nie with a charming smile. Her naturally beautiful face, now meticulously made up, made her appear even more alluring and charming.
Add to that Wen Changle's deliberate soft-spoken manner and unintentional flirtatious glances, and the way she addressed him as "Your Majesty" was truly arousing and deeply moving.
It's just a pity that Wen Changle was facing the cold-blooded and ruthless Helian Nie.
How could someone whose very blood runs cold be so easily seduced by beauty?
"My beloved concubine, has something you wish to discuss with me today?"
Helian Nie rested one hand on the armrest of the nanmu chair, unmoved, but his long, narrow peach blossom eyes watched Wen Changle, who was putting on an act, with interest.
He was quite curious about the extent to which this woman, who was devoted to Helian Yu and wished she could kill him, would go to achieve her goal.
Wen Changle recounted the death of Granny Cai with tears welling up in her eyes. She held a handkerchief in her hand and wiped her slightly reddened eyes from time to time, a beautiful woman shedding tears.
"Your Majesty, the old nanny took such good care of me, and now she's died so suddenly and for no reason. I... I truly..."
Helian Nie tapped his fingers lightly on the nanmu wood table, his handsome face remaining unchanged throughout.
He slightly adjusted his posture midway through, listened quietly until Wen Changle finished speaking, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Oh? What does my beloved concubine wish to do?"
Judging solely from Helian Nie's tone, Wen Changle couldn't fathom Helian Nie's current emotions.
However, Helian Nie had always disdained to interfere in matters of the harem, so there was no need to mention Helian Ci. All it took was a word from him...
She had enough grounds to deal with Consort Lian and that bastard Helian Ci if she handled the matter herself.
"Your Majesty, I cannot bear to see Granny die in such an unclear way. I beg Your Majesty to allow me to thoroughly investigate this matter so that Granny can rest in peace."
Wen Changle spoke softly, wiping away the tears that had fallen from her beautiful eyes with a handkerchief. Every word she spoke was filled with sorrow for the death of Granny Cai.
The rhythmic tapping of Helian Nie's fingers on the table continued.
After a long while, Helian Nie looked at Wen Changle, who was still weeping, and his thin, crimson lips curved slightly.
"Does my beloved concubine mean to disturb the peace of my harem over the death of a lowly servant?"
Helian Nie's voice suddenly turned cold, and due to his displeasure, his words were filled with a strong sense of malevolence, making people feel a chill run down their spines.
Wen Changle's back stiffened instantly; she never expected Helian Nie to suddenly become angry.
A sudden pang of regret arose in her heart; perhaps she shouldn't have come to find Helian Nie today.
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