Helian Ci stroked the dagger that gleamed coldly beneath his embroidered robe, his long, pale fingers moving gently as if caressing a precious treasure.
"Ci'er, how could you say such hurtful things? Although you are not my biological child, I have always treated you as my own son these past few years..."
Ultimately, she was still the powerful imperial concubine who held sway over the harem. Despite the immense anger raging within her, Wen Changle suppressed it all.
As she looked up, she took a few steps back, her beautiful face trembling with tears welling up, her voice choked with sorrow, and her eyes reddened as she looked at Helian Ci, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
The commotion at the entrance of the palace was quite significant, but since Helian Nie hadn't said to waive the formalities, everyone inside was still kneeling and bowing. They wanted to see, but who dared to raise their heads?
The Imperial Concubine is always generous to others. It seems that this rarely seen Second Prince is not only afflicted with a leg ailment, but also ungrateful.
"Who dares to bully my daughter!"
Suddenly, a rough and extremely intimidating voice rang out.
Wen Changle, who had been hiding her face and wiping away tears, suddenly had red eyes, looked at the person who had arrived, and excitedly called out,
"father!"
Wen Yisheng had a square face, a tall and imposing figure, and a fierce aura that came from years of battle. Now, with his eyes wide open, he was even more terrifying.
Wen Yi first glanced discreetly at the thin, sickly, and pale Helian Ci, who was sitting in a wheelchair, before looking at Wen Changle who was walking towards her.
His square face softened slightly, and he nodded in response. With a flick of his sleeve, he knelt on one knee at the palace entrance, loudly bowing to Helian Nie, who was now seated in a high position.
"This humble general pays his respects to Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor!"
On the gilded dragon throne, a symbol of the emperor's supreme power and status, Helian Nie sat languidly, his handsome face...
His narrow, almond-shaped eyes fell on Wen Yi, who was kneeling on one knee at the palace entrance. His thin, crimson lips curved slightly as he spoke casually.
"Get up, everyone."
His voice was as sinister as ever, with no discernible change, just like the lazy and casual expression on Helian Nie's handsome face.
However, Helian Nie's biological mother, Helian Mou Sisi, sitting on the gilded dragon throne beside him, silently shook her fluffy little head.
Others might not be able to tell, but as her own mother, she knew all too well how her child was feeling.
Look at the beautiful curve of that kid's thin lips, he probably already knows in his mind whether to feed the kneeling general to snakes or whip his corpse after he dies.
Oh dear, but you can't blame the little one for this, can you? Look at that general, he had such a good opportunity to serve the emperor, and he didn't even get to be a great general.
But human nature is insatiable; it's like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. It wants to change dynasties and seize the throne from its offspring. Oh, human nature!
The golden lotus floating in mid-air at this moment rolled its eyes as wide as one could possibly want.
That 077 dog has the nerve to complain here. I wonder who wrote all these awful things.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The crowd, kneeling on the ground, all breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed their numb legs.
Wenren Yu stood up from the ground, shook his satin-blue cloud-patterned robe, his previous nonchalant demeanor gone, and turned to look at Wen Yi at the palace gate.
On his handsome face, as if painted with ink, his upturned phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye instantly became striking. He spoke...
"General Wen."
With just that one sentence, the hearts of everyone in the hall, which had just relaxed, were suddenly gripped again, and a chill ran down their spines.
Here it comes again.
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