After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Even though his identity was exposed, Bai Cha smiled as usual.

"It is said that the news network of the brothel has a comprehensive understanding of the world's major events."

"Now that I see it, it really lives up to its reputation."

But the response was deathly silence in the box.

Under the veil, Bai Cha's lips curled up in contempt. After a while, she continued to smile: "I am taking the liberty to meet you because I want to discuss a business deal with you."

Xuanyuan Fengran: "What is your cargo?"

Bai Cha let out a thunderous cry: "The life story of the Man-Slaughter King is a secret."

Hearing this, A Bao suddenly looked at the Man-Slaughter King himself nervously.

Her uncle in black robe gripped the handle of the chair tightly with coldness.

"Everyone in the world knows that the Man-Slaughtering King is the son of the late emperor's deposed empress."

Bai Cha took a leisurely step and took out a bronze key from her sleeve: "Before the deposed Queen Qin entered the palace, she was already pregnant. This key can prove that what I said is true."

Po was in the dark, trying hard to look around.

It was finally confirmed that the bronze key that Liu Ruyi sent to Xuanyuan Fengran had a picture of the word "mulberry" engraved on the front of the key handle.

She remembered the compass given to her by Princess Xuan.

The images of the word "桑" in both are exactly the same.

From this we can see that the bronze key in Bai Cha's hand did belong to the deposed Queen Qin.

A Bao's fingertips felt cold as he recalled the words he unexpectedly heard in Guanju Palace three years ago.

Three years ago, the barbarians repeatedly invaded the northern border.

Xuanyuan Fengran won every battle and won the hearts of the people in the northern border.

The old emperor was jealous of Xuanyuan Fengran's military achievements and suspected that he had ambitions to usurp the throne.

At the same time, Concubine Wen is also worried that one day in the future, when the dynasty changes, Abao, as the daughter of the defeated emperor, may not have a good ending.

Concubine Wen was worried: "Maybe we should find a good marriage for Abao as soon as possible."

Princess Huimin was puzzled: "Abao sticks to the King of the Butchers every day, and the King of the Butchers is happy to indulge her. Since you want to choose a husband for Abao, why not marry him?"

"It's not impossible for a princess of the old dynasty to become the empress of the new dynasty."

Concubine Wen's face was filled with the expression "Are you crazy?!"

"Ah Bao calls him Little Imperial Uncle!!"

"Just shouting." Princess Huimin hesitated for a while, then made a great decision: "I'm afraid I'm the only one in the world who knows about this. Now I tell you because I don't want to see my good niece lose her ideal husband because of nothing."

"When the deposed Queen Qin entered the palace, she was already pregnant."

"I was the one who helped cover up this matter in the beginning."

Upon hearing this, Concubine Wen was shocked and froze on the spot.

After a while, she asked vaguely, "Why did you save her?"

"The late emperor indulged his sons in fighting for the throne, and my brother was innocently dragged into it. Suddenly I have a chance to cuckold the late emperor, and of course I am happy to do it." Princess Huimin smiled, and her expression turned cold: "I am the same as those gold, silver and jewels, I was granted marriage to a meritorious official."

"If it weren't for luck, I would have met Xie Jing."

"What the late emperor destroyed was my entire life."

Seeing this, Concubine Wen, who was already worried, felt even more uncomfortable.

Princess Huimin, on the other hand, calmed down after drinking a cup of hot ginseng tea.

Concubine Wen, with complicated thoughts, could not help but be curious: "Who is his biological father?"

Hearing this, Princess Huimin sighed, "The deposed Queen Qin never mentioned it."

The two looked at each other and saw from each other's eyes that their gossip was untrue, what a pity.

After thinking for a while, Concubine Wen still couldn't relax.

"Is the Man-Slaughter King really willing to announce to the world that he is not a descendant of Xuanyuan?"

The late emperor’s youngest son, Prince Xuanyuan.

His biological father is unknown, his surname is Wang.

From the throne, who is far away? Who is close?

On the imperial throne, with the greatest power in the world, who can resist the temptation?

"Abao, you are still your Majesty's daughter."

"Call that man King Tu, Uncle Emperor."

"The entire palace, the entire court, the civil and military officials, so many people have seen her."

"She spent her entire life changing her name and even hiding her true identity. Her only means of survival was to rely on the favor of the new emperor in the deep palace."

"Flowers bloom every year, but once there is a new person in the harem, what will happen to Abao..." Concubine Wen looked at Princess Huimin with worry, "Haven't we seen enough in these years?"

Because of these words, Princess Huimin fell silent.

Concubine Wen made up her mind and decided to bring up her daughter's marriage again.

"Several years ago, His Majesty was preparing to grant a marriage between Abao and Prince Zhao. At that time, the Zhenxi Palace, which married the princess, would be able to intimidate the Xie Marquis Palace and help His Majesty to check the power of the Western Frontier."

"I don't want to see Po become a pawn, so I'll set up a trap to send her back to White Deer Mountain."

"But later, Xiao Yunzheng told me that if he married Abao, he would take her around the world." Concubine Wen looked out the window, and saw the birds flying in the trees among the flowers, eager to try the sky: "I think the best arrangement for Abao might be Xiao Yunzheng."

However, Concubine Wen never expected that Abao was right outside the door.

And not long ago, she even overheard the advice of court officials.

If Xuanyuan Fengran loses the battle at Winter Mountain, he will be killed.

So, she ran away.

Recalling this, Abao smelled a hint of blood.

When she looked down, she realized that the old wound on her palm, which had just scabbed over, was bleeding.

It hurt, but she just stared blankly, not knowing what to do.

Xuanyuan Fengran stroked the bronze key in his hand.

On the back of the mulberry pattern, there is a wax animal emblem dyed red gold.

Indeed, it belongs to the Qin family of Beiliang.

There was a long silence. The black-robed king's face was as gloomy as water, and his deep voice was as sharp as a sword.

"go on."

"The bronze square box left by the Qin Dynasty contains the life story of the Man-Slaughter King." Bai Cha's autumn eyes were slightly cold: "I will sell you the bronze key to unlock it. The price is--"

"Please take a bottle of blood from Princess Diyang."

From his sleeve, Bai Cha took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle.

"The deadline is ten days."