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

The night was deep and the snow was heavy, and His Highness had a great feast...

Before taking a break, perhaps, try a cup of hot ginger tea?

If I spoke like this, would she notice something was wrong? Zhang Lanheng hesitated.

Heavy snow suddenly fell, and Zhang Lanheng finally carefully controlled his gratitude and said, "On behalf of my grandmother and Xiao Jing'er, thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Suddenly, the stern voice of King Feng Ran rang out.

"The snow is slippery, Lord Zhang, be careful on the road."

Only then did Zhang Lanheng notice King Feng Ran who was walking towards him from a distance with an umbrella. For a brief moment, his eyes met with his and they nodded slightly to each other.

When the carriage drove away from the palace gate, Zhang Lanheng could not help but lift the curtain.

In the distance, through the snow and the palace gate, the princess held King Feng Ran's arm, and the two of them walked side by side leisurely under an umbrella that shielded them from the snow.

After a long silence, Zhang Lanheng sadly lowered the car curtain.

After a while, head to the corner of the palace corridor in the West Prison.

A Bao faced Commander Yan, who had a stern look on his face.

She was about to invite him to the banquet, but she heard him say in a cold voice, "Gu Qijue wants to see you."

Hearing this, Abao frowned in suspicion.

During nearly a month of torture and interrogation, Gu Qijue remained silent.

Why tonight? Why is he suddenly willing to speak?

But this Commander Gu was a major helper in Pei Guichen's usurpation of her throne in her previous life.

She should meet him this time.

The dark walls of the West Prison in the heavy snow were eerie and cold. When the winter wind whistled through the prison corridor, a shrill sob rang in A Bao's ears. She went down to the West Prison dungeon with awe, and sure enough, the familiar smell of blood hit her face.

It brought back her old memories of sending her fifth brother off for the last time.

But, Gu Qijue was obviously not dangerous enough.

He was imprisoned not in the deepest dungeon, but in Room C on the second floor of the dungeon.

In front of the heavy iron door, Yan Haixi took down the candle on the wall and handed it to A Bao, then turned the mechanism disk of the iron wall and took out the key to the secret grid of the iron wall.

Click, the door opens.

What caught Po's sight was a suspended iron cable suspension bridge.

At the end of the suspension bridge, there was an iron pillar of a charcoal-drying furnace. If it was heated to red, it would be able to roast Gu Qijue, who was handcuffed to the iron pillar with iron chains, alive into a dried corpse.

As if thinking about something, A Bao stood in front of Gu Qijue holding a candle.

There is a saying in the court of Daqi about the former Commander Gu, which is well known to everyone.

Anyone who enters the West Prison under the command of Hei Wuchang will be severely punished.

On the day of her rebirth, when she broke into the Western Prison to save her uncle, she was frightened by these words.

But who could have imagined that Hei Wuchang, who had taken personal revenge on King Fengran and used torture to force the entire Zhao family to confess their guilt in his previous life, would one day experience the punishment himself.

He ended up covered in blood, looking miserable and downcast.

The young man, covered in blood, raised his head with difficulty, looking slightly stunned.

He had been imprisoned in the Western Prison since his rebellion was defeated, and he had no idea what day it was. But when he saw her bun with pearl hairpins and gorgeous clothes, he knew it was New Year's Eve and the banquet at the Summer Palace.

"Are the fireworks at Huayexianghui Tower still beautiful tonight?"

"Still, very beautiful."

After he finished speaking, A Bao looked at him with a complicated expression.

In fact, the firecrackers and fireworks outside were still going off, but this dungeon was deep underground in the West Prison, so no one could hear them.

Gu Qijue understood and said, "I, your Highness, would like to make a deal with you."

A Bao frowned, looking at the trapped Hei Wuchang. "Trade? Where are the chips?"

Refusing to accept defeat and trying to fight again, Gu Qijue swallowed the blood foam in his throat and said in a deep voice: "I will give His Highness a secret, and Your Highness will let me leave the West Prison."

As expected. Ah Bao carefully examined Gu Qijue again, and suddenly, he sighed, "You have to be sincere when negotiating a deal. You just said it was a secret, how can I know whether the so-called secret is worth it for me to let you go?"

Hearing this, Gu Qijue only asked in return: "Your Highness, aren't you curious about who Liu Qiqi belongs to?"

But, unexpectedly.

Princess Diyang, in the dim candlelight, just looked at him calmly.

"I already knew who Liu Qiqi was, and who was her secret agent."

After saying this, A Bao looked at Gu Qi Jue who was in chains and said, "Your bargaining chips are not strong enough."

This answer made Gu Qijue's eyes dim instantly.

After a moment, he walked the long and dark prison corridor again.

Finally, Abao saw the figure outside the iron gate of the West Prison.

Standing quietly in the light of the torches by the wall, waiting for her.

She clutched the fox fur and hurriedly quickened her pace. Just when she was about to fall into his arms, he was clearly still holding the umbrella with his other hand, but he was holding her firmly.

"Is the emperor's uncle anxious?"

"You can wait for it anyway. No rush."

The black-robed King held the person tightly in his arms, pinched his Abao's face gently as always, and looked up at Yan Haixi who was not far away.

In the bitter winter wind and snow, Commander Yan's black cloak was blown up in disarray. After the two looked at each other, he turned around and wanted to go back to the West Prison to continue processing the case files.

Suddenly, the black-robed king remembered the discussion between Po and him.

"Yan Hai Xi! I've prepared hot pot at Zhaixing Tower. Let's stay up together on New Year's Eve?"

Hearing this, Yan Haixi turned back in surprise, and heard Ah Bao's eyes sparkling with laughter, calling out softly: "Zhongqiu, your fried meat rolls with taro paste are delicious! Lord Yan, please give me some face! Come quickly!"

Right behind him was the gloomy and cold West Prison.

But at this moment, only six steps away from him, Abao was waiting for him.

Soon, there was the palace corridor of the Zhaixing Tower.

While A Bao was leaving the banquet to collect the secret letter, Yan Hai asked his opponent across from the banquet: "Is the palace etiquette lesson useful? The Lord of the East Palace is so virtuous and skilled."

The black-robed king directly exposed: "You don't dare to get closer to her because you are not sure."

Yan Hai was stern, and the black-robed king was silent for a moment, then said solemnly, "I hope Commander Yan lives a long life, so that I can see with my own eyes the promise that Ah Bao would stay with me for the rest of my life, grow old together, and have many children and grandchildren."