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Shen Zhuo'an lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse: "You said... Your Majesty, he committed suicide by slitting his wrists in the palace?"

Gu Xian'an held the hilt of the sword and issued an order in a cold voice: "Come here, throw this rebellious minister and traitor who dares to use witchcraft against His Majesty into the dungeon!"

There were many guards behind him, but when they saw Shen Zhuo'an, these guards subconsciously took a step back, pretending not to hear Gu Xian'an's order.

The older one seemed to be the captain of the guard. When he saw this, he quickly explained to Gu Xian'an: "Prime Minister Gu, the position of the National Preceptor lies there. We don't dare to take action without His Majesty's oral instructions!"

"His Majesty is currently lying in the palace with his life and death unknown. You guys who are so swaying are still caring about Shen Zhuo'an's power and status?!" Gu Xian'an stared at the indifferent guards with wide eyes, and felt infinite sadness in his heart.

He has always known that the most powerful class in the country is Yu, and he also knows that Shen Zhuoan has been asking for power from Yan Qingning in various ways, but he never thought...

The Yu State that the man risked his life to barely hold on to would become the rotten and rotten state it is today.

People regard kings as nothing, only follow those with power, and only support bureaucrats who are piled up by power.

This kind of social chaos of chasing fame and profit, greed for power and power made the blood in Gu Xianan's body freeze, and he stood there blankly, unable to say anything...

Gu Xian'an subconsciously touched the jade flute hanging on his waist. After confirming that it was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief. He grasped the hilt of the sword and drew out the blade, placing it directly between Shen Zhuo'an's eyebrows.

"Master National Preceptor, I would like to invite you to the dungeon for a talk. I wonder if you would be willing to give me a favor?"

Shen Zhuo'an was not afraid that Gu Xian'an had already touched the tip of the sword between his eyebrows, and responded in a deep voice: "Okay."

"But before that, please allow me, the Prime Minister, to take a look at His Majesty's current situation."

"You traitorous minister still wants to visit His Majesty?" Gu Xian'an sneered, "You should stay in the dungeon until His Majesty wakes up!"

If he hadn't still maintained his remaining sanity, with his previous temper, he would have directly killed Shen Zhuo'an regardless of the consequences.

Seeing how insistent he was, Shen Zhuo'an didn't say anything more and was escorted to the dungeon by Gu Xian'an obediently.

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There was an inexplicable darkness in front of him. He was like a blind man who had lost his vision, groping and searching in the darkness without seeing any light.

"Lord Kami! Lord Kami! Are you here?"

Yan Qingning opened her eyes with a pair of unfocused eyes, staring at everything around her quietly, like a toddler trying to figure out how to walk little by little.

Maybe he was bumped, but his left wrist always felt a dull pain, causing him to cover his wrist unconsciously.

He half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and confessed in the darkness: "Lord God, I was wrong. I should not have let others defile the body I dedicated to you."

"I shouldn't think of someone who is greedy for power as you..."

"Please punish me for my sins..."

A warm hand suddenly held his painful left wrist and blew gently: "Aning, does it hurt?"

The familiar voice reached Yan Qingning's ears, making him a little stunned for a moment. Mist gradually gathered in his light-colored eyes, turning into a string of tears rolling down silently.

"Lord God, as long as you are here, Aning will never feel pain."

The man was a little angry and helpless when he heard Yan Qingning's voice, which was as low as the dust: "Aning, you never need to show off in front of me."

Yan Qingning sniffed and said in a low voice: "Lord God, I was wrong."

That person knew his nature well, and naturally knew that he did not know his fault, but subconsciously chose to avoid punishment by apologizing.

He sighed and gently pinched Yan Qingning's earlobe: "Aning, you made the mistake of hurting yourself.

I've told you before, don't hurt yourself in anything. "

"But Lord God... Aning's body that was prepared to be dedicated to you has been defiled by a terrible and evil person." Yan Qingning still lowered his head, not daring to look at him: "That person is just as greedy for power and power as Aning. means."

"Aning, you always like to get into trouble like this." The man gently stroked Yan Qingning's head and said in a gentle voice: "Why don't you think about it, how can anyone in this world be so similar?"

Yan Qingning was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth completely unconsciously: "So... is that person the incarnation of the god in the small world?"

The warm hand slowly moved down to Yan Qingning's chin, gently holding his face: "My Aning has always been very smart."

A warm kiss suddenly pressed between his eyebrows. Yan Qingning's light eyes suddenly widened, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

The man held Yan Qingning's chin and slowly raised his head, letting those shallow eyes look at him.

"Aning, you are always the best."

But Yan Qingning narrowed her eyes to avoid his gaze, and said in a muffled voice: "Lord God, I am guilty."

"I actually refused your closeness and your approach. This is my sin, my sin against the gods..."

The man laughed dumbly and tapped Yan Qingning's head: "Aning, why are you getting into trouble again?"

"You clearly know that this is not a sin, it is just an expression of your instinctive appeal. Agreeing or rejecting is your own subjective idea. You can choose to refuse or agree. This is your freedom and you don't need to worry about me."

Yan Qingning blinked, as if she still didn't understand what he meant: "However, no matter what God does to me, I will always believe in you, respect you, and regard your status as supreme."

"Aning, what you said is really... so foul..." The man covered Yan Qingning's mouth to prevent him from saying more sultry words next.

Yan Qingning blinked, but did not disobey his wishes again.

Seeing his cute look, the man couldn't help but move closer to him, but he restrained himself from doing anything out of the ordinary: "Aning, why don't you wake up and take a look at me?"

Yan Qingning's light eyes were still hazy. He blinked again, but the person in front of him gradually became blurry.

His eyes fell into darkness again, and his breath smelled of platycodon flowers.

His eyelids were a little heavy, Yan Qingning frowned, and struggled to open his eyes. Shen Zhuang'an's enlarged face suddenly appeared in his blurred vision.

This time he was not as cold and ruthless as before, and he was so thirsty for power.On the contrary, his expression was gentle and elegant, and his eyes looking at Yan Qingning were as tender as water.

With a smile on his face, he turned his head to look at Yan Qingning and said warmly: "My Aning, long time no see."