After exchanging marriage with my elder sister, I won with a bad hand.

The queen took a nap and subconsciously touched her side, only to find it was cold.

She opened her eyes, propped herself up and looked at the deserted room, feeling an indescribable sense of loss in her heart.

Finally, her eyes fell on a piece of silk cloth on the table, which seemed to have a few words written on it. She quickly got up and walked over to pick it up, and her pretty face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

There was a line of majestic words written on it: "Let's just treat today's events as a dream. When you wake up, everything will return to its original state. As for what the Queen has mentioned, I'm sorry I can't do what she said."

"Shen Guihong, you bastard!" The queen suddenly felt that she had suffered a great loss. She gave her body away but did not achieve her goal.

She gritted her teeth, tightly grasped the silk cloth in her hand, and looked stubborn.

"I will not let this go."

.....

On that day, all the princes, dukes, and ministers came to the palace to pay their respects. For a moment, the old emperor's mourning hall was filled with weeping.

The queen led the concubines in the harem, all dressed in white, kneeling in the front to keep vigil. After them came the princes and the emperor's sons, and those kneeling outside the palace were the ministers.

In the mourning hall, apart from the occasional crying, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

Shen Yihuan also knelt on the ground, feeling bitter when she thought that she and the prince would have to keep vigil here for seven days.

You have to kneel in the temple for seven days and seven nights, except for meal time, you cannot leave.

Of course, in addition to them, several princes and princesses who wanted to show their filial piety also persisted for several days.

Among them, Prince Su Zhao Heng was the best example. He cried more sadly than anyone else in the mourning hall, as if he had the best relationship with the old emperor.

In fact, the old emperor’s favorite son was Crown Prince Zhao Xun.

Of course Zhao Xun also cried very sadly, but he was still very forbearing. In comparison, Zhao Heng was actually a bit exaggerated.

Shen Yihuan silently observed Zhao Heng for a long time. Seeing that he kept crying, he actually admired him in his heart.

Just as he was thinking this, there was suddenly a loud noise outside the hall. The people who were originally kneeling and crying stood up one after another and looked outside the hall with confusion on their faces.

Shen Yihuan looked around at everyone in the hall and found that several of the princes had strange looks in their eyes. She raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that they would act so quickly. They were not the kind of people who would drag their feet.

"What's going on?" The queen was completely unprepared. Before she could persuade Prime Minister Shen to protect her and her daughter, she didn't expect that those ambitious people would be unable to hold back so soon.

Soon, there were shouts of fighting and killing outside. The ministers ran in one after another, all of them looked very uneasy. And the concubines who didn't know the inside story all looked nervous.

At this time, a eunuch covered in blood stumbled in and wailed, "My Queen, something bad has happened. General Song is coming with his troops. It's said, it's said..."

"General Song? Isn't he the Eighth Prince's man?" The Queen frowned and looked at the Eighth Prince, "Eighth Prince, what do you mean?"

When the Eighth Prince saw that his men were exposed, he stopped pretending.

"What do you mean? Clean up the court and the harem. There are treacherous ministers in front and a treacherous queen in the back. The court is in danger." He looked righteous as he spoke.

He looked towards the queen, his eyes flickering with conspiracy.

The little white flower of the queen had never experienced such hardships before. She had always been well protected by the old emperor. The only solution she could think of before was to find another man to protect them. This was her best solution so far.

Now she had to face it herself, how could she adapt? She took several steps back and stammered, "You... who... who is the traitor? Tell me clearly."

At this time, several other princes also stood beside the Eighth Prince and said to the Queen in unison: "I'm talking about you!"

They were so aggressive and refused to give in, which made the queen even more helpless.

At this time, the prince stood up and stood in front of his mother, looking at the imperial uncles with a sullen face. Seeing this, Shen Yihuan also walked to his side silently and stood in the same camp with him.

The Eighth Prince stared at Zhao Xun intently and said, "My nephew, if you surrender now, the uncles will spare your life."

"Uncle, it's too early for you to be happy."

The Eighth Prince looked at him suspiciously, wondering if there was something he didn't know.

But, everything is clearly under control. No, no, why does he look so calm? Maybe he is just bluffing.

Thinking of this, he sneered, "A dead duck is still stubborn."

Zhao Xun snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "It's almost done, we can close the net now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shouting and screaming outside the hall became more intense, as if another group of people had joined in.

I don't know how long it took, the noise outside gradually died down, and the palace door was suddenly opened from the outside. A majestic general strode in with General Song's head in his hand.

"Ah!" There were many women in the hall, and they screamed when they saw such a bloody scene.

The man had an unruly look on his face and a long scar on his left cheek. He looked extremely fierce and his whole body was filled with a bandit-like aura. It was obvious at first glance that he was not a good person.

This person was none other than Li Erniu, the talented military commander whom Zhao Xun recruited when he was suppressing the mountain stronghold.

Seeing that he was still so reckless, Zhao Xun glanced at the women in the hall who were screaming in fear, and was about to open his mouth to stop him, but it was too late.

Li Erniu held the head in one hand, walked quickly to the shocked Eighth Prince and his three brothers, and threw General Song's head at them.

The Eighth Prince and others had never seen such a scene before. The way they looked at Li Erniu was as if they had seen the King of Hell.

"Your Highness, all the rebels have been killed, a total of 50,000 people."

There was no emotion on his face when he reported the number. He mentioned the 50,000 people as casually as saying the weather was nice today.

Shen Yihuan glanced at Li Erniu with some shock, wondering how could Zhao Xun have such a devil who kills without blinking an eye under his command.

I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

"If there hadn't been another group of people showing up and getting in the way, we could have killed them more happily." His voice was like a huge bell, and he talked about killing all the time. His eyes were full of excitement as he spoke.

Shen Yihuan silently watched the ruffian from the side, his brows tightly furrowed.

Although it was normal to kill the rebels and cause rivers of blood, judging from his appearance, his methods must have been quite cruel. He just said that all 50,000 soldiers were killed, so he also killed those who surrendered.

"Li Erniu, shut up!" Zhao Xun finally couldn't help but scold, "What did I tell you before? Can't you change your rough and tumble personality?"

Li Erniu was scolded, but he did not show any anger. Instead, he scratched his head honestly and said, "Your Highness, aren't you used to it?"

Seeing that Zhao Xun was really angry, the man felt a little guilty and said in a muffled voice: "Change it, change it, I will definitely change it!"