Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

Hearing this, Han Yin's eyes flashed with resentment, and she whispered: "My Queen, the Emperor is also..."

"Ok?"

The queen stretched out the last syllable to interrupt the words that were lagging behind.

Hanyin knew that what she said was inappropriate, so she shut her mouth, but her eyes couldn't help but reveal a bit of reluctance.

In this harem, the queen sits firmly in the center of the palace and holds the phoenix seal, but her prince has been deposed and will never have the possibility of ascending the throne.

Concubine Xian is the highest ranking concubine, but she has no power in the palace. The Second Prince, her son, is the most likely to succeed to the throne, but he is repeatedly scolded by the Emperor.

The two sides are evenly matched and are the top team in the current palace.

It is difficult to say whether this situation was deliberately created by Emperor Xingzheng in order to balance the power of both sides and avoid one dynasty becoming dominant and thus affecting the previous dynasty.

However, it can also be seen from this point that Emperor Xingzheng is a villain.

Real dog.

He also regarded the imperial throne and power as more important than anything else.

Then again.

After the Queen chatted with Han Yin for a few words, she forgot about Shu Jiao and started talking about other things.

On the other side, Concubine Xian was actually talking about this with the maid beside her.

But he just treated it as a joke and chatted for a few minutes, then he focused his attention on thinking about the queen.

Shu Jiao was also happy to be looked down upon.

Being ignored meant no more trouble, so she could lie down for a few more days with peace of mind.

The day passed without incident.

By the evening, Emperor Xingzheng felt like he had tasted something sweet and ran into Yong'an Palace again.

After dinner, he stared at Shu Jiao with eyes that seemed especially bright, "My beloved."

He reached out and held Shu Jiao's hand, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

Although I still feel a little sore in my back, the experience last night was really wonderful.

He had never felt so happy.

He felt that Shu Jiao was a perfect match for him and satisfied him in every way.

Shu Jiao: ...

It would be strange if they didn't fit.

After all, last night’s dreams were all imagined based on Emperor Xingzheng’s own psychological needs, so of course he was satisfied!

"I hope my beloved concubine can give birth to a little prince for me, and I will definitely love him dearly."

Emperor Xingzheng said again.

Shu Jiao felt like there was a swear word on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know whether she should say it or not.

Love?

Among the princes you have now, which one has not been scolded by you?

The eldest son, Pei Rongxuan, was deposed as the crown prince, and the virtuous concubine's second son, Pei Ruijing, was beaten by you and left with a bloody head. Now he is depressed...

If she really gave birth to a son, hehe~

But it's not a big problem.

Since you don't like your own son, you must like someone else's son. She will satisfy the emperor's little whim.

"San'er."

"Okay~"

003 skillfully sprinkled the "Yi Meng Chun Xiao" powder on Emperor Xingzheng.

Shu Jiao summoned two ghosts and wanted them to tie Pei Rongxian up again, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that Pei Rongxian's body had been drained last night.

It may not be possible today.

Ok……

Shu Jiao thought about it for a long time, maybe two seconds, and decided to change the target, "You two go and tie Pei Ruijing up."

We are all family anyway, I'm sure Emperor Xingzheng won't mind.

What's more~

There is no telling how many fallen riders there are in this palace. To be on the safe side, it would be better to find yourself two more "bodyguards" and win without doing anything.

The two ghosts were awakened by her and were naturally controlled by her.

The two of them didn't care about anything else and just followed orders and immediately floated out of the palace walls.

At this time, Pei Ruijing, who was already 18 years old and in good health, had been moved out of the palace by Emperor Xingzheng and lived in his Second Prince's Mansion.

He has no title or nobility.

Some time ago, he was moved to the Ministry of Works by Emperor Xingzheng to be a mascot. Just because he got a little close to a few officials, Emperor Xingzheng seized the opportunity and called him into the palace to give him a sarcastic scolding.

He was also told not to go to the Ministry of Industry for the time being.

He had no job at the moment and was filled with grief and indignation, so he drank at home for a few days to relieve his sorrow.

He really didn't understand why Emperor Xingzheng had this attitude towards him?

He was obviously so low-key, he obviously had no in-depth dealings with the ministers, and he was obviously so obedient, he just lacked the word "avoid" carved on his face!

But my father still doubted him.

I still feel that he is obsessed with the dragon chair and the throne.

What should he do to satisfy his father?

Do you want him to die?

Would he have to be like his elder brother, lying sick in bed and unable to handle any state affairs? Only then would the emperor be completely reassured about him and show him mercy?

How cowardly was his father, and how much did he feel that his position was unstable, that he would regard him, a prince who had just entered the court, as a threat?

The clear wine in the glass reflected the scattered moonlight. After drinking it in one gulp, Pei Ruijing felt a chill rushing into his chest.

"why?"

He murmured.

In a trance, I felt like I was floating.

Looks like I drank a little too much tonight...

its not right!

It seemed like he only drank two cups, which is not his usual capacity!

Pei Ruijing came back to his senses, looked at the ground getting farther and farther away from him, and fell into deep thought.

"Who are you?"

He asked with some fear.

Finished!

Could it be that his father couldn't even spare his life?

Are you planning to kill him tonight?

It was naturally impossible for Ergui to answer him.

So Pei Ruijing watched him being carried all the way from the prince's mansion into the locked main gate of the palace without any obstruction.

Looking at the guards who ignored him, he became more determined in his thoughts.

My father is going to kill him.

He wanted to struggle, but a black rope was wrapped around his body and he couldn't get free.

After doing useless work for a while, he looked indescribably angry and resentful, "Did the emperor ask you to come? Am I the emperor's son? How could he be so cruel!"

"Where's my mother? I want to see her!!!"

Two Ghosts: ...

The two ghosts turned a deaf ear to him and carried him towards the harem.

Coincidentally not.

Pei Ruijing in the harem is also familiar!

He lived in the harem for so many years when he was a child, and he went to pay his respects to Concubine Xian many times when he grew up. When he saw the familiar route, Pei Ruijing's face changed drastically.

"Father, are you going to kill my mother as well?"

"He is totally inhuman!"

"My mother has been with him for so many years, and my grandfather has guarded the border for him. Even if he has no merit, he has worked hard. Now he can't even tolerate me and my mother? Is he going to attack my grandfather again?"

Thinking of this, Pei Ruijing began to feel hatred growing in his heart.

He thought that if he could survive tonight, he would definitely contact his grandfather.

In the past, he had been tolerant and accommodating again and again, but in return he only received merciless scolding from his father.

We'll all die in the end anyway, so we might as well end it all and just rebel.

Grandfather!

How poor your vision was back then that you supported my father to ascend the throne!

He is now ungrateful and abandoning his master. It would have been better if he had not even been able to sit on the throne in the first place!

If Shu Jiao knew what he was thinking, she could only silently give him a thumbs up -

filial piety.

Too filial.

Not only does he want to rebel, he also doesn't want his own father to be emperor. He must be the most filial son in the world.