emperor of a dynasty

East Palace

Mu Congcong went back to the Eastern Palace when he arrived, Gongshu Ji was discussing matters with his daughter Gongshuya in the study, and when Mu Congcong came to put the books in the study, he bumped into him.

"Grandpa, grandpa?" As soon as Mu Congcong opened the door, she saw Uncle Ji sitting on the ground. She was stunned for a moment, feeling a little afraid of this always gloomy and uncertain grandpa, but her good family education forced her to come forward to pay his respects. , "Qi'er has met Grandpa and Concubine Mother."

"Qi'er is back?" Seeing his father's unhappy face, Gong Shuya asked first, "Did your majesty ask you anything today?"

"My aunt asked about Qi'er's homework."

Hearing this, the uncle who had been sitting upright turned his head sideways. His eyes, who had been on the battlefield for many years, were murderous, making people look intimidated. His temples were gray and his eyes were like poisoned arrows. Mu Congcong, who was at the side, "How did you answer?"

Mu Container swallowed nervously, "I...I..."

"Talk—" the uncle said in a cold voice.

Mu Congcong was so frightened that he shivered, and said honestly, "I said that I didn't learn my homework, but I was learning from female celebrities. Auntie, Auntie even praised me for being a good girl..." It seemed that adding the last sentence could make grandpa not angry, Mu Congcong Looking at Uncle Ji in fear, children are sensitive, she knows that her grandfather doesn't like her, but she still doesn't understand why.

"Idiot." The uncle said coldly, his gaze fell on the book in Mu Congcong's hand, "What is it in his hand?"

"First... Prime Minister Yan gave me the book, and told Qi'er to come back... read it at your leisure."

"bring here."

Trembling, Mu Cong stepped forward and handed the book to Uncle Ji with both hands, Uncle Ji took it and flipped through it, "On National Policy, Sun Tzu's Art of War, Mo Feilun... Heh. "The uncle laughed coldly, glanced at his trembling grandson, and then at his daughter sitting opposite him, "Your Majesty really thinks highly of our princess."

Uncle Gong lowered his head and remained silent.

Uncle Gong's eyes fell on Mu Congcong's childish face again, and asked, "The book that Prime Minister Yan gave you?"

"right……"

"Reading—want to be king?"

Mu Congcong was startled, then shook his head in a panic and said, "No, I don't want to, the king is my aunt... my aunt is the king."

In her understanding, Murong Yan is the only king as it should be. She adores Murong Yan and wholeheartedly wants to grow into the same person as Murong Yan, but she has never coveted the throne. She just wants to grow up. The empress can do her part for the state of Qin, worthy of her surname, worthy of her father who died in battle, and worthy of her aunt who loves her so much.

"King?" Uncle Gong threw the book in his hand on the ground, and smiled coldly at Mu Congcong, "Only the strong can be the king."

Mu Congcong couldn't understand what he was talking about, and just wanted to pick up the book Yan Wuwei gave her, but just as he bent down and touched the corner of the book with his fingers, he heard the mocking voice of Uncle Ji, "Get out, be a good schoolgirl!" Red. These books are not for women to read."

Mu Congcong stopped in embarrassment, straightened up after a while, held back tears and saluted Gongshuji and Gongshuya, "Grandfather, mother concubine, Qi'er will leave first."

Mu Congcong came out of the study room, with her head weeping, and she walked into her room listlessly. She didn't understand why her grandfather didn't allow her to read the book Yan Xiang gave her, and said she wasn't worthy.When her father was still there, his father often asked her to study more and asked her to learn from her aunt. Long ago, she heard her father mention her aunt Murong who was far away in Qianzhou.When my aunt was young, she went to Qianzhou, a place of bitter cold, where the common people were despicable, and they fought privately to fight for a chestnut. In the hands of my aunt, I gradually became rich, and the number of people who died of starvation decreased year by year. She was very popular among the people. My father said that my aunt had a talent for managing the world. If she became king, she would bless the Qin Kingdom for a hundred years, but she was praised by thousands of people. However, her aunt became worthless in the mouths of her grandfather, uncle, and concubine mother. Mu Cong, who was born in the royal family, vaguely understood something in her heart, but she couldn't tell her aunt that even if they had everything wrong, it was her own after all. Relatives, Mu Cong was afraid that one day his mother would suddenly leave him like his father and never come back. At that time, she would really become an orphan, even if she was a princess, what would be the use?She even thought that if she could keep her mother safe, she would give up studying, obey her grandfather, learn female celebrities well, learn four books and five virtues, and find a good husband to marry when she is old enough... In this case, her mother would agree He will love her more, and grandpa won't always talk to her with a cold face.Just... I'm sorry, Auntie and Mr....

But being born in the royal family, it doesn't mean that as long as she is "willing", the disaster will not come, and everything will go on as she thought.

It was the night of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. She was sleeping on the bed, and the palace servants were on duty outside. The winter night was very cold. She woke up from the cold in the middle of the night. Opening his eyes, a black shadow pressed up, and a cold light flashed, Mu Congcong only felt a chill in his abdomen and then lost consciousness again.

When she woke up again, it was still dark, and the smell of blood was strong in the room. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, maybe it was just a moment, or maybe it had already passed.The wound in the abdomen was bleeding continuously, and the two shadows were still entangled in the room. Mu Congkong opened his mouth and subconsciously called, "Mother, mother concubine..."

Before she could finish speaking, a black shadow rushed towards her, with a sudden cold light, Mu Congcong felt that death was so close to her for the first time, and the next moment, another black shadow blocked her, and the sword collided, There was a crisp sound of "bang".

"Your Excellency, do you want to kill the killer today?" The black figure who rescued her asked the other person in a low voice. From the voice, it was a young woman.

"Taking people's money, □□—please get out of the way!"

"The world has fallen like this, has my own daughter become a 'disaster'?" The person who rescued her said coldly, "Aren't you afraid of retribution for this move of the crown princess?!"

Princess?

Mu Congcong was startled suddenly, Concubine Mu?

The black shadow on the opposite side said, "I'm just following the appointment, please step aside, Your Excellency."

"The young hero is good at martial arts, but he has come here to do the business of killing and paying for his life. Why don't you join the army and serve the country? Why do you come here to do such a disgraceful thing?!"

"I respect that Your Excellency is a woman. If Your Excellency insists on stopping me, then don't blame me for refusing to leave anyone behind!" After saying that, the assassin raised his sword and attacked again. In the middle, the woman said coldly to Mu Rongrong who was still lying on the bed, "Run! Leave the East Palace!"

Mu Congcong got up from the bed in a daze, covering her abdomen with her hands, her little face turned pale, she was already good enough to stand up, how could she have the strength to escape now?

Besides... the concubine mother wants to kill her, and her relatives can't be relied on, so where else can she escape?It's clean even if it's dead.

"Young hero!" the woman said loudly, "A gentleman can do something and not do something!" The woman seemed to be exhausted, and she was still panting when she spoke, "This child is only eight years old...Young hero is just a child!" No relatives, no daughter?!"

The assassin was stunned for a moment, then put down the knife, "Eight years old..."

Seeing that the assassin was shaken, the woman said again, "Why do you involve a child in the affairs of adults? Just because the child's surname is Murong, can her mother, concubine, uncle, and grandfather not tolerate her like this? How dare you go to her?" To die?"

Hearing this, the assassin sighed, "If that's the case... I'm being unjust. Your Highness will see what happened today."

After saying that, the assassin jumped out of the window and left.

Seeing that the assassin had left, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to look at the child curled up on the bed, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

"Mother... Concubine mother wants to kill me?" Mu Congcong said with a trembling voice.

The woman is silent.

She said again, "No...my concubine loves me very much...I am her only child...I...I..."

"Your Highness! We should leave here!"

"Leave?" Mu Rongrong paused, and she who had been holding back her emotions just now suddenly burst into tears. After all, she was only an eight-year-old child, "I want to ask my concubine..."

"Your Highness, don't you find it strange? Where is the East Palace? It is heavily guarded, and even a mouse can't get in on weekdays. Tonight, the assassin came all the way to His Highness's bedroom. Afterwards, I fought against the assassin and made such a big noise." No one was disturbed by the movement, Your Highness, are you out of your mind?!"

Mu Congcong's face turned pale and divided, she shook her lips violently, trying to refute something, but she knew that what the woman said was the truth, she just didn't want to believe it.

"Who... are you? Why, come to save me?"

"I am..." Before the woman finished speaking, Mu Congcong collapsed due to excessive blood loss.

It was already afternoon when Mu Congcong woke up again. When she opened her eyes, she saw the white bed above her head. She was taken aback for a moment. This was obviously not her room. Lian saw a woman sitting at the table reading a book. The woman's skin was very fair, and she was wearing a navy blue long gown. There was a small black mole, which was a bit cute, and the three thousand black hairs were still untied as before, perhaps because they wanted to read a book, but they were tied up casually with a red string, revealing the white and elegant neck, in a trance. , Mu Rongrong thought he had seen God.

"First, sir..."

Hearing this, the woman turned her head sideways, and seeing her wake up, the woman put down the book in her hand and walked towards her with a smile, "Are you awake?" The woman asked her gently, "Are you thirsty?"

Mu Congcong stared at the woman sitting beside his bed in a daze, and the child who had just walked away from the edge of life and death suddenly became red-eyed.

Yan Wuwei didn't say much, but just stretched out his hand and gently touched her head. He obviously didn't say a word, but made a simple movement, which made Mu Container feel the best comfort.She sniffed, she didn't want to make herself worthless, and she didn't want to worry Yan Wuwei and Murong Xun. She is now in Yan Xiang's mansion, the wound in her abdomen has been stitched up, the bleeding has stopped, how long has she been asleep? She didn't know either, but since she appeared here, it meant that the person who rescued her was related to Yan Xiang, so Aunt Murong probably knew about it by now.

It was as if Mu Congcong had grown up suddenly after just sleeping. He was no longer that obedient princess who listened to her concubine's words and wanted to live ignorantly.She wants to live on, to live better, and not to let her life be threatened anymore—survival is the only thing she has to do now.

"Sir..." Mu Congcong's hands were tightly clenched into balls under the quilt. She didn't understand, was unwilling, and didn't understand, "Why?"

Yan Wuwei understood the endless words, she did not rush to answer Mu Congcong's words, but asked, "Now, Your Highness, would you like to learn from female celebrities and marry a good husband in the future?"

"I want, want to live."

"Your Highness wants to know why?"

Mu Congcong nodded with firm eyes.

"So what if we know?" Yan Wuwei sighed softly, "Does Your Highness want to retaliate?"

"..." Mu Container was stopped by the question, and fell silent for an instant.

"His Highness's injury is not serious, although the knife was sharp, but the jade in His Highness's arms blocked half of it." Yan Wuwei handed over the broken jade as he spoke.

Mu Congcong took it with trembling hands, without saying a word, the jade was engraved with her name, it was given to her by her mother and concubine when she was born, her father named it for her, and it is the most important thing in the country, and her mother gave her the jade, which is a gift for her. In the way of the king, she once thought that she was the happiest child, but suddenly she became a thorn in the side of her loved ones, a thorn in the flesh, what did she do wrong?

"Your Highness, please rest, I will take my leave first." Yan Wuwei stood up and saluted lightly, then turned and went out.

"Sir——" Mu Congcong sat up from the bed, with a pale face, he called Yan Wuwei who was about to go out, "I want to live, I want to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, and blood—for blood!"

"Just want to live?"

"No! I want to live a beautiful life, take back everything that belongs to me, and become a second aunt, no, better and better than her! No one can, can't take my life, whether it's mother... Gongshuya, Still the nations!"

In this way, she will live up to her father who named her the instrument, and will not live up to her life and death.

Hearing this, Yan Wuwei turned around, looked at her quietly for more than half a moment, and then smiled slowly, "In this way, I will help Your Highness."

Later, that scene was engraved in Mu Congcong's mind. Even though she was only eight years old that year, she was still shocked by Yan Wuwei's high-spirited Yan Wuwei. Yan Wuwei's smile was confident, he saw through everything, and looked down upon others. With confidence, he wrote lightly to her:

"The minister will help His Highness."

Because of this statement, Mu Rongrong trusted her for more than thirty years, and there was no one else who could gain such trust from her.She finally understood why her aunt Murong Yan dared to risk the world's disgrace and allow Yan Wuwei to be her face. She should be like this, and she should be like this.

The young Mu Congcong only took one breath to understand one thing: sooner or later the name Yan Wuwei will make the nations tremble when they hear it.