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The residence of the Emperor is neither magnificent nor majestic. Before entering the Weiyang Palace, looking at the towering palaces stretching to the horizon, I feel my heart tightening, my hair tightening and my breathing quick.

At the foot of the long steps in front of the Xuanshi Hall, Jiji sweated on his head. He remembered what his husband had told him and closed his eyes. The sun shone on my body, and I suddenly felt hot. I didn't know when His Majesty would be willing to summon me.

When the chamberlain asked Mr. Pu to see him, Pei Zhi's expression froze for a moment.

He was not surprised at all, and the tip of his pen paused slightly.

What was said in the letter, he had read over and over again so many times yesterday that he wished he could crush every word to find omissions and excuse Yu Tingwan.

He told himself that since the evidence was not in front of him, he could just turn a blind eye.

He had no intention of looking at any evidence.

Mr. Park hates his wife so much.

Seeing His Majesty's face gloomy, the chamberlain said cautiously: "Mr. Baopu said that he is not guilty."

Pei Zhi sneered inwardly. The gentleman was telling him that he was not slandering the queen.

To be so sure, he should have brought evidence to the interview.

He raised his hand slightly to signal everyone in the palace to go out. He tapped the imperial desk with his knuckles, and the red shadow walked out of the darkness in an instant.

"Pass on my order to ask the guards to check who Mr. Baopu saw on his way to Chang'an and who he corresponded with."

Pei Zhi divided the Dragon-Slaying Guards into the Zhanyi Xiaowei in the light and the Zhenyiwei in the dark.缁衣, the attire of a high official.

These people have no rank or rank, and only obey the orders of the emperor. The captain in Zhenyi holds a staff and has the authority to patrol on behalf of the emperor, and his ax points directly at the prefectures and counties.

As for the guards, they are still in the dark, doing shady things.

The man in front of the case had calm eyes and a cold tone: "Falling off a horse, being poisoned, drowning... whatever method you use, it's all solved."

Mr. Baopu has a close relationship with the nobles who persuaded him to take concubines. Since the evidence is so conclusive, everyone who may know about this matter should shut up forever.

When the chamberlain sent word that he could enter the palace, Jiji had already started to feel dizzy. When he stepped into the palace door, he couldn't help but bow his head and didn't dare to look directly.

Why did he feel that His Majesty was completely different from when he was the King of Wei? The last time he saw the King of Wei, he was clearly not so indifferent and imposing.

Mr. Baopu thought it was normal. His Majesty had always been indifferent to others when he was the crown prince. Even if he showed a gentle smile just to show off, it was like a winter day shining on the snow on the ridge.

After the old man saluted, he asked the young man next to him to present his account book and jewelry dipped in incense.

Pei Zhi gently smelled the piece of jewelry, half-squinted his eyes, and looked down at the young man who was talking. He couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the sword at his waist. The veins on the back of his hand were clear and his knuckles were white.

Ji Ji lowered his head and noticed that the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became depressing. He paused for a moment, but still continued speaking.

When he explained the details, he was actually a little excited. Apart from Que Wen being a miracle doctor and a man, what else could he do if he risked losing his head and spent millions of dollars on it?

There is a despicable nature in Jiji, and he always feels that there is something secret and erotic behind the beauty. Only in this way can the beauty who caught a glimpse of her step down from the altar, and people can dream about her with peace of mind.

Pei Zhi had been dealing with those old foxes since he was a child, so Ji Ji couldn't hide his thoughts from him.

The anger in his heart suddenly ignited, almost swallowing up his reason. He held his Wanwan in his hands openly and honestly. None of the dignitaries in Chang'an City dared to look at the Queen, and there were some rats talking nonsense at the moment.

Although Mr. Baopu couldn't see clearly the expression of the person on the dragon throne, he knew that the emperor was in a rage.

He was not surprised at all. Pei Zhi had always been arrogant and was used to being a proud man. He was conceited that he had everything under control. Being cheated by a woman would inevitably make him angry.

But that’s fine, if you get cheated once and give up on love, you won’t fall for women again in the future.

Mr. Baopu had never thought that it had come to this point, and His Majesty did not even mention a word about punishing the Queen.

Pei Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at the silent old man, and his tone suddenly became gentle and polite: "Sir, do you have anything else to say to me?"

When there is a teacher-student relationship, he always has to let his husband finish his last words before leaving.

"When Que Wen bought Bizixiang, His Majesty was personally conquering Jingyi, leaving the Queen alone in the house. She and her husband gave and received privately, and who knows what else was not in line with etiquette." The old man's voice was slow and low, "My lord, I heard that during the previous dynasty, the queen lived in the palace and got acquainted with Que Wen."

A sweet feeling surged up in Pei Zhi's throat, and every word that echoed in the hall was like a dull knife, grinding towards the only soft place in his heart.

After a while, he swallowed the blood in his throat, walked step by step to Mr. Baopu, and looked down at the two of them.

"The queen is still young and was deceived by an adulterer. This matter has nothing to do with her."

The old man suddenly opened his eyes wide and blurted out: "Your Majesty!"

What he wanted to say after that came to an abrupt end. The young emperor in front of him looked as cold as ice, his eyes were red, and his eyes were bloodshot. When he lowered his head, his eyes were no different from looking at a dead person.

"I hope you will never slander the queen like this in front of the late king."

Ji Ji was lying on the ground, the emperor's anger was like a mountain collapsing, and he couldn't breathe.

Pei Zhi didn't want to give the young man a look, so he moved the hand holding the sword, a sharp edge flashed through, and blood splattered everywhere.

The hall was filled with thick blood energy, and the man's black dragon robe was stained with blood, giving off a ferocious look. His eyes were blurred with anger, and his fingers couldn't stop trembling.

All he used on the battlefield were killing moves with one sword, but he had no sense or swordsmanship at this moment. Half a quarter of an hour later, he looked at a blur of blood on the ground, and turned to look at Mr. Baopu, who was full of fear.

"I miss my old friendship, so I can save some dignity for my husband."

Pei's jade crown was also splashed with scarlet blood, and his tone seemed to be like giving out a favor, intertwined with the harsh sound of the sword tip dragging on the ground.

Mr. Baopu was silent for a long time. Before he came, he thought about the worst outcome, which was that His Majesty would only kill Ji Ji.

The old man closed his eyes, blaming him for teaching Pei Zhi more than ten years ago that he would never let go of being a king and not to think about the so-called friendship.

Your Majesty learned it very well and has been using it very well, but it is a pity that he has not learned it all.

Pei Zhi watched Mr. Baopu drink the poisonous wine with his own eyes and stared at the corpse on the ground, with every word he just heard echoing over and over in his ears.

He returned to the imperial desk, picked up the tea cup, and after drinking a cup of cold tea, his eyes became clearer.

The jade porcelain was stained with dark red traces, and then cracked.

Chi Ying got the instruction and never left. After listening to it from beginning to end, he wished he could become deaf on the spot. When His Majesty called him, he had to bite the bullet and come out.

"That businessman..." Pei Zhi paused, every word filled with hatred, "There is also Que Wen. Let the guards of the Thirteen Prefectures dig deep into the ground to find him and kill him on the spot without any need to report back."

He ordered the palace people to come in and collect the body. When he was still the king of Wei, no news in the palace could spread at all, and it is naturally the same now.

Mr. Baopu died suddenly in his house due to illness due to worry.

The palace servants carefully cleaned up the bloodstains in the palace, not daring to look at the blood-covered emperor, fearing that it would be him whose head would fall to the ground in the next second.

Pei Zhi lowered his head and sat on the steps of the throne. The unsheathed sword was lying alone on the ground. Suddenly he touched the purse at his waist. After opening it, the paper inside was soaked with blood and the handwriting was blurred.

The love-sickness poem that Yu Tingwan sent him had been destroyed before he even got the real one.

He wanted to go to Jiaofang Hall. After getting up, he suddenly remembered something and said to the chamberlain beside him: "Go and prepare hot water."