The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Ling Chenyu walked into the magnificent court with steady steps in the morning light.

The gorgeous clothes sparkled in the sun, as if even the sun favored him a little more.

However, behind this glamour, there are unknown undercurrents.

The ministers either lowered their heads and whispered, or had flickering eyes.

The complex emotions in those eyes fluttered in the air like fallen leaves in autumn.

He could never reach the pure land in his heart.

Ling Chenyu raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, secretly complaining in his heart.

"What new tricks are these old foxes thinking of?"

He had already trained himself to be as strong as a snowman in winter and was as immune to these tricks as he was to these tricks.

No matter how fierce the cold wind is, it is just a thin layer of frost on the surface.

But today, things seem different.

There was a subtle smell of gunpowder in the air.

It was as if someone had secretly lit a fuse in the dark, waiting for a loud thunderclap to set off the whole place.

At this moment, the long-lost person, Yirongzhi, jumped out from the corner like a ghost.

It was a bit provocative, a bit teasing, and even a hint of subtle malice.

"Oh, Your Highness Prince Chen, you look good today. I heard that your princess just went to the place where the red spider lilies bloom. I admire your bright mood."

As soon as these words were spoken, the court suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The ministers all looked at him sideways, some with sympathy, while others looked like they were enjoying a good show.

Ling Chenyu's face suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy.

There seemed to be a storm brewing in those deep eyes.

"Easy, you are tired of living, right?

My beloved concubine is enjoying a peaceful life in the palace, so where does the word "death" come from?

Your mouth is more biting than the cold wind in winter, it's time to treat it!"

Ling Chenyu's voice was not loud, but every word was like a heavy hammer, striking people's hearts.

Yirongzhi thought to himself that something was not good, but he was unwilling to admit defeat easily, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, don't be anxious, Your Highness Prince Chen. I've heard that rumors always spread faster than the truth these days, don't you agree?"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, looking like he was asking for a beating and asking "What can you do to me?"

Ling Chenyu snorted coldly, a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

To deal with this kind of scoundrel, a head-on confrontation is not the best strategy, you need to use some wisdom.

"It's easy. Please wait. I suddenly remembered something and I need you to do it immediately."

Yirongzhi thought to himself that something was not good, but he had no choice but to stop.

"What do you want, Your Highness Prince Chen?"

Ling Chenyu smiled slightly, and there was a bit of foxy cunning in that smile.

"I heard that you have a secret book called 'How to Keep Your Mouth Shut and Avoid Getting Into Trouble' hidden in your house. Why don't you return home and get it and give it to me immediately? I will also learn how to keep your mouth shut for a while."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of laughter in the court.

Even those ministers who usually did not smile could not help but smile.

Yi Rongzhi's face turned pale and blue, and finally he could only smile awkwardly and retreated in shame.

Ling Chenyu looked at Yi Ranzhi's back and felt secretly proud.

"You little brat, you are still a little naive to fight with me."

Then he straightened his clothes and regained his gentle and elegant appearance.

It seemed as if everything that had just happened was just a minor episode in the court.

And he is still the powerful and elegant Prince Chen.

Inside the hall, the candlelight flickered and the light and shadows were mottled, but they could not cover up the heavy feeling of depression and uneasiness in the air.

The ministers stood quietly, occasionally glancing at the empty dragon throne.

He muttered to himself that the old emperor's lateness today seemed to foreshadow some unusual changes.

"It's almost past noon, why hasn't His Majesty shown up yet?"

An elderly official stroked his beard and complained in a low voice to his colleague beside him.

Although the sound was small, it was enough to create ripples in the quiet hall.

"Yes, even Eunuch Li Bao is nowhere to be seen. Strange things happen every year, but this year there are more of them."

A young official nearby chimed in, his face full of curiosity and confusion.

As everyone was talking and speculating, the door of the hall was slowly pushed open.

Two rows of attendants dressed in gorgeous eunuch uniforms walked into the hall with heavy steps.

On their shoulders, they carried two stretchers that looked heavy, covered with white cloth that was as white as snow but exuded an ominous omen.

As the stretcher approached, an indescribable burning smell quietly spread.

It's like the sudden heat before a thunderstorm in the summer afternoon, making people feel inexplicably tight in their hearts.

The ministers frowned and involuntarily covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs or sleeves.

The expression on his face was complex and varied, showing astonishment, fear, and a hint of curiosity that was difficult to conceal.

"This...what does this smell like?"

A young official asked softly, with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Like...like the smell of embers after a fire."

An experienced official nearby answered in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the two stretchers, with a bad feeling in his heart.

The hall suddenly fell into silence, with only the faint sound of the stretcher moving.

And the occasional suppressed cough of a minister.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two stretchers, as if waiting for the verdict of fate.

Just then, a eunuch chief steward hurried into the hall.

His face was full of solemnity. He looked around and finally announced loudly.

"My Lords, please be quiet. Today's incident is an unprecedented event in our Great Ling Kingdom. Zhaochun Palace suffered a fire last night, and Princess Chen was unfortunately...unfortunately..."

At this point, the eunuch's voice choked, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly dropped to freezing point.

Everyone's eyes turned to Ling Chenyu at the same time.

The King of Chen, who was usually known for his calmness and self-possession, seemed to have lost his soul at this moment, his eyes were wide open and his face was full of disbelief.

Ling Chenyu was dozing off, but when he heard the words "Princess Chen", he woke up instantly.

Who?

Ling Chenyu stood up suddenly, his body swayed and he almost lost his balance.

He grabbed the collar of the eunuch beside him with such force that the eunuch's face turned red instantly and he had difficulty breathing.

"You...you all...tell me again, who...who was burned to death?"

His voice trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with panic and despair that were difficult to conceal.

The eunuch was frightened and turned pale, but he knew he could not retreat at this moment, so he could only bite the bullet and repeat it intermittently.

"Princess Chen...Princess Chen, she...she unfortunately...was killed in the fire at Zhaochun Palace..."

"enough!"

Ling Chenyu shouted loudly, interrupting the eunuch's words.

He loosened his hand and let the eunuch fall to the ground. He seemed to have lost all his strength. He staggered a few steps and held on to the pillar beside him before he could barely stand.

"Yaoyao...Yaoyao, how is it possible?"