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The emperor withdrew his gaze and sat back on the throne, but he did not let Lin Chunhuan get up from the beginning to the end.

Even though the porcelain in the royal study was smashed all over the floor, there were still several pieces of broken porcelain under Lin Chunhuan's knees, which had passed through her dress and penetrated deeply into her flesh.

Even though the emperor knew that she had just had a miscarriage, the bright red blood had already dyed the green palace dress red.

"Here comes Yan Ming from the Prince Regent's Palace."

The emperor lowered his eyebrows and kept staring at the face in front of him as he spoke, as if he was trying to see some expected expression from it.

But...no, nothing.

Apart from the grievance, those eyes were innocent and candid, and even for a moment the emperor wondered whether his information was really wrong.

Yan Ming came very quickly, his clothes were simple but expensive, and his hair was neatly styled.

There was lipstick on her lips, and she looked good, looking like a counselor. It was obvious that she had been dressed up carefully before entering the palace.

I don’t know if this dress is her own intention or the intention of others.

There was no unnecessary nonsense. The emperor's questioning came quickly and fiercely. It was still the same handwritten letter, "Yan Ming, I remember you. We met once when we were in Hongxiu Tower."

"So, do you have something to say."

The emperor's tone was cold, but Yan Ming just glanced at the handwritten letter, and then his eyes met the emperor's eyes, "The relationship between the common people and the imperial concubine cannot be concealed, and he has never thought of concealing it. I don't know what the emperor wants from it. What are the questions coming from the mouths of the common people?”

The two people's eyes met in the air, Lin Chunhuan knelt aside and said nothing. Even from the time Yan Ming walked in, the two of them had never met their eyes for a moment.

After a long time, the emperor laughed and said, "Miss Yanming, maybe you think that I can't find out the origin of this handwriting?"

"Oh?"

Yan Ming raised her eyebrows. Even though she was standing in front of a lofty emperor, one misstep could kill her in an instant, and her back did not bend even a little bit.

After living under a powerful person for a long time, people tend to become numb.

Yan Ming let go of his hand and let the handbook fall to the ground, "If the emperor doesn't mind the trouble, the common people won't mind hearing the origin of the thing."

"After all, the writing came out of nowhere, and the common people are also very interested in the origin of this thing."

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "You mean, you don't know where this handwriting comes from."

After saying these words, Yan Ming straightened his back even more, and even the movements of kowtowing were extremely upright, "When the common people entered the palace today, they never expected to get out alive."

"As a counselor of the palace, Cao Min also has some ability to find out information. If Cao Min is right, the news that the emperor got is that this handwritten letter was sent to Cao Min by the imperial concubine."

This time, the emperor said nothing, obviously acquiescing to Yan Ming's statement.

Yan Ming chuckled softly, "So, does the Emperor believe what is above or not? If he does, the person who should be kneeling here right now should not be the imperial concubine. Where is that girl Afu? Why is she missing? people?"

"Absurd!" The emperor's palm fell heavily on the table, "Who are you? How should I act? Do I need to report to you?"

He ignored the emperor's sudden revolt.

Yan Ming didn't lie. When she entered the palace today, she really didn't think she could walk out alive.

She came with the intention of dying.

Sensing Yan Ming's thoughts, Lin Chunhuan looked intently at the pillar in front of him. His clenched fists were already covered in cold sweat. It took a lot of effort to calm down his breathing.

"It seems like you still don't believe it. The idea of ​​resurrecting a dead body is really unbelievable, isn't it?" The emperor's gloomy expression did not stop Yan Ming from speaking.

Instead, he spoke more vigorously. Yan Ming raised his head, the light in his eyes flashing madly, "Why doesn't the emperor think about it? The regent knows that it is impossible to resurrect a corpse."

"Then why is he so bold? How dare he refuse to hand over military power? How come...it is so easy for him to believe these nonsense."

"In other words, he just chose to believe what he wanted to believe." Yan Ming stretched out his hand and clicked on the word "queen" in the handwriting, "If there is any doubt about the royal bloodline."

"What a reasonable and reasonable reason this must be to revive Tiangang."

Bang!

The emperor couldn't say a word, and the cold sweat on his head couldn't stop pouring out. Within a moment, even the dragon robe on his body was soaked.

There was silence in the imperial study room for a while. Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips. Yan Ming did much better than she had expected. "Your Majesty, I know that nothing I say now will gain your trust."

"I just ask your Majesty to think more about it. The regent once persecuted me to such an extent. If I hadn't met you, I don't know what kind of situation I would be in now. I wish I could eat that person's flesh!"

"Ten thousand steps back, even if there is really something wrong with Chun Yu around me, would my situation be better than now if the devilish man like the regent becomes the emperor?"

The emperor opened his mouth, and the two women's voices taking turns made his mind unable to think. It was like chaos, with only endless coldness spreading behind him.

At this moment, Yan Ming's actions dispelled the emperor's last suspicion.

She stood up straight and took off her clothes one by one until she was naked.

It is obvious that the body is graceful, and the concave and convex curves attract people's imagination.

But the bruises on it were old and new, and a discerning eye could tell that they were not formed in a day or two. The traces of pleasure mixed with them were silent accusations of the cruelty of the perpetrator.

"Yan Ming joined the Regent as a counselor, and it was true that he volunteered, but in the past year, the common people's lives have been worse than death! The Regent has never forgotten for a moment the aggrievedness of the imperial concubine in the Red Sleeve Tower being snatched away that day!"

"He vents all his dissatisfaction on the common people... Such a person will often be destroyed by what he doesn't get. He is doing this, isn't he?"

In the long night, two slender figures were lying side by side on the beam, with several jars of sweet fruit wine in front of them.

The moonlight shone down, making Yan Ming's face become paler.

"Stop drinking, you really want to die here."

Lin Chunhuan frowned and snatched the wine jar from Yan Ming's hand. The concern in his eyes almost overflowed, "My medicine is not a panacea. You should keep it by yourself."

"Whatever you do with it, you won't live long anyway." Yan Ming curled his lips indifferently, but did not go to get the wine jar again, "Ah Huan, did you say that he... believed it?"