Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

Within the imperial city of Kyoto, in the Purple Pillar and Golden Liang Palace, the new emperor was sitting behind the golden desk, frowning as he reviewed the memorial.

The bright candle flickered, illuminating the golden case like daylight. The palace door was pushed open with a dull sound, and then the sound of hurried footsteps quickly came to the golden case.

"Your Majesty, there is a letter from Yangzhou."

"Send it up." Emperor Yuan'an put down his pen and raised his head.

Under the bright candlelight, on the man's bright yellow dragon robe, the dragon's head is angry and lifelike, showing his majesty. There is a white jade ribbon around his waist, his long black hair is tied in a red crown, his slanting sword eyebrows are straight, and his eyebrows are stern. There was a slight feeling of oppression when looking at the person coming.

Although there are faint fine lines appearing in the corners of his eyes, they can't hide his fairy-like appearance and majestic appearance. Looking at his big eyes, this person's eyebrows are five points similar to Gu Qingchen's, but Gu Qingchen's eyebrows are more evil than this person. Be more seductive.

Li Fengcheng bowed his head and handed over the secret letter with his eyes lowered. Emperor Yuan'an opened it and looked at it and laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, this kid Chen'er really surprises me."

He threw the letter carelessly on the golden case. Li Fengcheng glanced at it with big eyes and complimented him with a smile: "Your Highness follows Your Majesty, you are very smart."

"That's natural. How could my and Yu'er's child be..."

The man's voice stopped suddenly, and Emperor Yuan'an's smiling eyes faded away when he mentioned the word "Yu'er", exuding desolation.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Li Fengcheng immediately responded: "The princess and the queen should shed tears when she sees your majesty in heaven looking so sad."

Emperor Yuan'an only felt a pain in his chest, which was so painful that he could not straighten his back. Li Fengcheng helped him sit down and gave him hot tea.

Emperor Yuan'an seemed to have thought of something, and there was a smile in his eyes: "She always loves to cry so much."

Li Fengcheng did not respond.

Emperor Yuan'an took care of himself and took out a scroll. The scroll was placed on the golden table, within easy reach, and carefully preserved in an agarwood box. Compared with the memorials scattered around, this wooden box was upright. It's half a minute tilted, so it's obviously being carefully protected.

The scroll is opened, and the graceful figure of the woman in the painting floats into view.

A mere inch of thin paper cannot depict the beauty of a woman. She looks as if the moon is covered by blue clouds, and flutters like snow. She is a peerless beauty, living in a secluded valley, with a smile like a flower, and frost and snow on her bright wrists. She is only in the painting. Looking back, it is better than countless others in the world.

Emperor Yuan'an looked at the woman in the painting absently, his eyes were as tender as water, and the deep affection in his eyes was ready to come out, like the surging sea water that could not stop.

His hand gradually touched the scroll, wanting to touch her eyes, but his hands were trembling and he dared not let go. Emperor Yuan'an struggled and clenched his fists. After a long while, he laughed bitterly, slowly put away the scroll, and hid her in the box again.

"Come with me for a walk in the Royal Garden."

Li Fengcheng sighed, picked up his cloak and followed slowly.

The moonlight is bright tonight, the flowers in the imperial garden are blooming, the waves are sparkling on the imperial lake, and the shadow of the moon is reflected in the water, creating ripples.

Emperor Yuan'an felt a little relieved when he heard the chirping of insects and birds, and unknowingly walked to the edge of Yuhu Lake.

The melodious sound of the piano came in waves, and Emperor Yuan'an raised his eyes to look at the four-corner pavilion in the middle of the lake. There was a woman sitting in the pavilion, with white gauze fluttering, like a dream.

The sound of the piano gradually slowed down and then returned to nothingness. The woman looked sideways and looked back. Emperor Yuan'an's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes suddenly showed enthusiasm: "Yu'er."

He panicked and staggered, almost running towards the person in the pavilion. If anyone were present, their jaws would drop when they saw the Lord of the World like this. By the way, he wanted to take a good look at what kind of woman could be called the Emperor. So urgent.

"Yu'er." Emperor Yuan'an rushed forward and called gently but urgently.

"I have met the emperor." The woman's voice was charming, singing and weeping. When she stood up and saluted, her shoulders were half exposed, glowing with light white fluorescence under the moonlight.

Her eyelashes are like fans, her lips are as red as blood, and her skin and appearance are extremely beautiful.

But after Emperor Yuan'an saw her face clearly, his face suddenly darkened. His eyes were so cold that he seemed to freeze the person in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the two faces had no trace of their previous tenderness.

He turned around and left without saying a word, but his waist was suddenly grabbed by someone. The woman pressed softly against his back, and the sound of sobbing came: "Your Majesty, don't leave. Look at me, please."

"Let go!" Emperor Yuan'an gritted his teeth and yelled angrily, and then directly reached for the hand on his waist.

"No! I'm not letting go. How long will it take for Your Majesty to take a look at me? My concubine is clearly behind His Majesty. Why doesn't Your Majesty want to turn around and look at me?"

The woman's hand cuffed tighter, and her tone was full of pleading. She was crying so hard that her body was shaking with sobs.

"That's enough!" Emperor Yuan'an roared angrily and pulled her hand around his waist like crazy.

He was extremely strong, and even if the woman tried her best, she could not stop his determination to leave.

"Your Majesty! No, Your Majesty! Please don't do this to me, please." The woman burst into tears, as delicate and pitiful as the pear blossoms in the rain, her voice was sad, begging the person in her arms to look back.

But the next moment her arm was pulled away with great force. She was frightened and wanted to pull the other person's clothes, but the other person had already raised his feet and strode away without any regret. Her hand could barely touch a corner of the other person's clothes, and she panicked. God, I wanted to catch up but tripped over my dress and fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty!" she yelled sadly: "My sister and I look exactly the same, so what's the difference between her and me!"

"Pap!" The sound of dripping water coming from nowhere sounded in the world, causing the bright yellow figure to suddenly pause.

"Pap!" There was another sound of water drops rolling into the lake. The sound was obviously so small that it could be ignored, but in Emperor Yuan'an's ears it was like a loud bell.

The sound of the woman's sobbing could be heard faintly not far behind him. Emperor Yuan'an had a splitting headache, and the scarlet color in his eyes was frightening with bloodlust. He turned around suddenly, and in the blink of an eye he had tightly grabbed the woman's neck on the ground: "What do you mean? What? Say it again!"

He is like a bloodthirsty beast that wants to tear the person in his hand into pieces.

The woman was frightened by his appearance. She stared at him blankly, unable to react at all. The big palm around her neck tightened tighter and tighter. The feeling of suffocation finally made the woman regain her clarity and look at Emperor Yuan'an's red blood. Looking at his eyes, the woman knew that he had murderous intentions.

She began to struggle hard, her pink cheeks turning pale due to lack of oxygen: "Emperor...it's me...Jiang...I'm Jiang Yue."

Her voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak, and the air in her lungs had disappeared. The woman's eyes rolled outwards, and she was about to die in the west. Suddenly, the big palm around her neck loosened, and Jiang Yue fell to the ground like a floating hair, like a gossamer.

"Empress!" The palace maid appeared out of nowhere and ran forward, knelt down and hugged Jiang Yue to help her.

Emperor Yuan'an looked on with cold eyes and looked down at the scene in front of him, watching the woman's pale face and the scarlet eyes slowly dissipating, but the evil aura emanating from her body had not disappeared for a long time. The little palace maid who was the first to be among them was shrouded in such evil aura, and her whole body was shaking like chaff. Lift your eyes.

Li Fengcheng stepped forward and put a cloak on him. He looked at the man on the ground with great disdain and reminded him softly: "The sky has changed, Your Majesty."

Emperor Yuan'an raised his eyes and saw that the Xuan Yue, which had been hanging high in the sky, had been covered by dark clouds at some point. The dark clouds were surging, which was a sign of the coming thunderstorm.

He turned around, his voice cold and ruthless: "Since you are not comfortable sitting in this position of noble concubine, I will demote you to a noble concubine, move out of Changchun Palace, and move to Changlemen."

Jiang Yue, who was lying in the arms of the little palace maid, had a drop of clear tears rolling down her eyes.

So, what she worked so hard to get, in the end...

It's all in vain.