After rebirth, the regent thought about the following crimes every day

The emperor asked quietly: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yuan was still calm and said with an outsider's attitude: "His Royal Highness Zheng Wang's title was determined because he was a deterrent to the thirty-six tribes of the Yi tribe. If their princess is linked to His Highness Zheng Wang, Something doesn’t quite fit.”

This is a slap in the face of the dynasty, and a slap in the face of him as the emperor, and it also erases the merits of His Highness Prince Zheng.

It shows that they have compromised and are in vain.

The emperor frowned, a little disinterested: "For the stability of the dynasty, what should he pay? Besides, by doing this, I am also telling them that no matter what they think, they should be hidden by me, otherwise the dynasty will always control Hold them."

Wen Yuan said expressionlessly: "What the emperor said is absolutely true."

Extremely ignorant.

The emperor thought he had convinced him and patted him on the shoulder meaningfully: "You are the only one around me who understands me. Don't let me down."

Wen Yuan lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand on his shoulder from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt that he had a trace of mysophobia: "I know."

Enduring the extremely uncomfortable feeling, he left the palace and came to his carriage. He changed out of his official uniform and put on the purple robe embroidered with orchids that Qing Ning had made for him. Only then did he feel much more comfortable.

If it weren't for an official uniform, Wen Yuan would have thrown it away.

Now just throw it aside, out of sight, out of mind.

The emperor was too selfish, full of suspicion, and thought about his power and position all day long. When would he be able to truly consider the people.

Fortunately, the dynasty still has His Highness Prince Zheng worth following.

He regained his composure, there was no need to rush, His Highness Prince Zheng had his own sense of proportion.

His Royal Highness Zheng Wang, who was measured, entered the palace, took advantage of the night to arrive somewhere, looked up at the words "No Return to the Palace" in front of him, and walked in slowly.

He was dressed in red brocade clothes and stood quietly in front of Concubine Shu's bed.

He held a hairpin with his fingers, not looking at Concubine Shu, but looking elsewhere expressionlessly.

"Ah, no, don't come to me, Xie Lanyue, you died because of your own bad luck. It has nothing to do with me."

"Don't come over, ah, don't come over."

Concubine Shu began to have nightmares while she was sleeping. She was covered in sweat, her brows were furrowed tightly, she kept shouting something, and her arms were flailing in the air.

Suddenly, she woke up suddenly and gasped: it turned out to be a dream.

After calming down a bit, she sat up from the bed, put her feet on the ground, put on her shoes, and was about to sit up when she suddenly looked up and saw a figure standing in the darkness.

The moonlight was faintly revealed, and it seemed that the other party was covered in red.

"what……"

Concubine Shu's scream resounded throughout the hall, and she repeatedly begged for mercy, "Don't come here, don't come to me, I didn't do anything at all."

"Your Majesty? My Majesty, what's wrong with you? It's my servant, my servant is Wushuang."

"My dear, are you having a nightmare?"

The room lights up.

Wu Shuang comforted Concubine Shu and looked around vaguely, but found nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief and felt that she didn't need to worry about anything.

His Royal Highness Prince Zheng's martial arts is so good, how could Concubine Shu find out?

But why did the prince suddenly come and never return to the palace?

Hearing the familiar name, Concubine Shu grabbed her and said in horror: "Wuzhuang, there are ghosts, there are ghosts."

You didn’t do anything wrong, so what are you afraid of?

Wu Shuang's eyes were cold, but her face was full of worry: "Is your Majesty having a nightmare? How could there be anything?"

Concubine Shu raised her head and looked at the position just now. She didn't see anything. She slowly relaxed her mind and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Shuang said: "Slave, please give me a cup of hot tea."

Concubine Shu nodded.

She walked to the table and poured a cup of tea with her back to Concubine Shu. Her fingertips inadvertently floated over the teacup.

She brought the water over, watched Concubine Shu drink it, helped her lie down again, and then left the palace.

When she came to a remote corner of the courtyard and stood in front of a tree, she lowered her head and saluted.

"Your Majesty, this slave has already fed her something according to His Majesty's instructions."

Under the tree shrouded in moonlight, there was a shadow. Her master stood there, his red figure completely exposed in the ray of light, and the corners of his clothes were fluttering in the wind.

No wonder Concubine Shu was frightened. If she was not prepared, she would also be frightened.

She slowly raised her head and looked from bottom to top. Her master's stunning face was hidden in the darkness, and no emotion could be discerned.

After hearing her words, he just said "hmm" and then nothing happened.

Wushuang quietly retreated.

As she walked towards the room, she glanced in the direction of Li'er, who was still sleeping.

Wu Shuang paused, then tapped all the maids in the room on their sleeping points, then walked towards her, leaned against her, and said in front of her: "Li'er, I know you have been following me just now. I, you are also here to protect the prince, right?"

Li'er didn't speak, only laughed softly.

Only then did she realize that they were all one of her own.

Although she did not attend the regent's marriage, their secret room had a unique way of delivering news, so she naturally knew who the regent was getting married to.

The same is true for Wu Shuang, she said: "In the future, we can finally stop guarding against each other."

On their own, their abilities are comparable to most people, but if they have someone to help and support each other, they can live more easily.

Li'er turned around, grabbed her hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Wushuang, we will be sisters from now on."

Wu Shuang nodded: "Yes, sister Li'er."

The maids around him were all sleeping soundly and did not hear the conversation between the two of them.

Li'er added: "Concubine Shu, we all drugged her. I'm afraid she won't be able to withstand it."

Wu Shuang sneered: "Fuck her, since she is willing to drug the prince, then she should also bear the feeling of being controlled by the drug."

I don’t know what she did to the prince besides drugging him to make him come in the middle of the night and almost lost control of his murderous intention.

Li'er nodded: "Sister Wushuang said, let's take a rest quickly."

Silent all night.

It wasn't until the next day that Jun Changque left the palace and put on his ordinary black robe.

Mo Yanzhuo didn't look for him. He knew that Jun Changque just wanted to be quiet.

Jun Changque stayed on the roof of Yueying Palace all night, his body feeling a little cold. He thought about the things that everyone knew about Queen Moon's favorite things.

There were some impulses in his heart, and he wanted to experience the things that his mother liked one by one.

For example, eating, growing flowers and trees...

He thought with a very cold look on his face.

A woman walked towards him. She hesitated for a moment after looking at his face, then plucked up the courage to step forward.

"My daughter has met His Highness Prince Zheng."

Jun Changque raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, not intending to talk to her.

Han Mo'er called him eagerly: "Your Highness, Prince Zheng, I have something to tell you."

Jun Changque stopped and said, "If it's nonsense, you can leave."