Supreme Hall.
Luo Qing Chen had been kneeling for a long time while Feng Yu read the memorials on the table, not looking up at all.
There was light snow and no sound outside the window, while charcoal filled the air inside. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIsnât it a bit too late to come looking for this one for a compromise?â After a long time, Feng Yu looked up with a dim glow in his eyes.
It was strict and contained absolute power.
âIâm not here to bargain.â Luo Qing Chen slowly looked up, not even calling herself âthis servantâ.
Feng Yu knitted his brows with a bit of confusion. When he wanted to say something, Luo Qing Chen spoke first.
âIâm planning on marrying into the High Race Country to mend the relations of the two sides.â
âWhat did you say?â Feng Yuâs eyes opened wide as he looked at her in disbelief.
Perhaps others wouldnât understand her, but he did.
That woman who held a sword alone in the dark forest, killing over twenty dark clothed assassins. She had an arrogance that no one had in her eyes and her tone.
How could such an arrogant person be willing to marry into the High Race Country?
âWhat I said was already clear.â Luo Qing Chen calmly looked at him, âSince I have made a great contribution to the country, I want to exchange for something.â
âThis one gave you a chance, but you didnât cherish it.â Feng Yu narrowed his eyes as a bit of pain filled his eyes.
He would rather keep her in the palace forever than to marry her to the High Race Country.
But he couldnât tolerate the fact that she loved someone this deeply. She could even make this sacrifice to save their father.
âWhether the choice given by the emperor is a choice or a forced decision, the emperor knows better than anyone.â Luo Qing Chen gave a cold snort, âAs for what I want to say, the empress in the Flying Flower Palace is the killer of the eighth prince and I have evidence to prove it.â
Feng Yuâs expression changed as he looked at her with admiration, âThis one remembers that Xiang Cao is already dead. What other evidence do you have?â
What he liked the most was her appearance. Calm and arrogant without a care, as if everything seemed like they were under her control.
Perhaps it was because of this that he wanted to possess her in his heart.
He wanted her no matter what the method.
In the end, she walked down the dead end on her own. What a joke that was.
âOf course I have my own reason for saying this. The emperor should wait to watch a show.â Luo Qing Chen stood up and didnât forget to add, âBut at least you should be fair and just and not patronize the killer of your son.â
âKilling the prince is a crime harming nine generations.â Feng Yu looked at her and said, âThis one believes that the empress wouldnât do this.â
âUn humph?â Luo Qing Chen looked up and said, âThen please wait and see.â
In the middle of the night on the Ghost Festival, at the Flying Flower Palace.
Luo Qing Chen wore a white dress and wore exquisite âghost makeupâ as she walked out of the walls.
The Flying Flower Palaceâs guards were patrolling around, but there wasnât a single person who noticed her.
âTonight is the Ghost Festival?â The empress sipped her ginger tea, âItâs strangely cold.â
âReporting to the empress, tonight is indeed the Ghost Festival.â Qing Lan lit the lamp and said, âEmpress, if you feel cold, you should sleep early.â
âUn.â The empress softly replied, âItâs no wonder it snowed this afternoon.â
Luo Qing Chen who was standing outside the window revealed a cold smile. A person like this who did all kinds of bad things didnât fear gods and demons at all.
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