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Shihua opened her big black eyes and looked up and down at the king on the golden throne.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the tyrant Lao Deng in the original book! Haha, this old emperor doesn't look like a tyrant, and he's not old either. Not only does he look young, he's also pretty good-looking!"

Shihua is a face-obsessed person. The first thing he looks at when he meets someone is whether their appearance is attractive enough.

Her comments on the emperor's tyranny and his obsession with looks made the Yun family laugh.

The emperor is okay. Although he has a bad temper, he does not kill innocent people indiscriminately and cannot be considered a tyrant.

Well, good-looking? The emperor is good-looking! Speaking of the emperor's appearance, she tried her best to hold it back and almost got internal injuries.

Since ancient times, people have praised kings for their wisdom and bravery, their literary and military skills, etc. This is the first time she has heard such praise. It sounds weird.

Yun tried her best not to smile, and her awkward look made Emperor Dewu unable to smile.

He reached out and touched his cheek in confusion, muttering to himself.

What is she laughing at? Is there a flower or a grain of rice on my face?

"This old emperor has a good appearance. He seems to be a better father to me than the scumbag father I have now. Well, I think this is a good idea." Shihua continued to speak in her mind, but it was embarrassing for Yun to hear it.

"Uh, Huahua, Daddy doesn't recognize random people."

Emperor Dewu glanced and saw Shihua in Yun's arms. The moment his eyes met Shihua's, the image of his ancestor suddenly appeared in his mind with sparks and lightning.

The old ancestor folded his arms, shook the toes of his left foot, and looked at him with an unhappy face.

Uh...old, old, ancestor.

Emperor Dewu was so panicked that he stammered a greeting. He wanted to say something else, but the old ancestor had already swung his arm and slapped him with a big blow.

"You unfilial son, you stinky boy, you actually tied up our Daliang's lucky star. You are so arrogant, but you made her kneel on the ground. What were you thinking? What were you thinking?"

The old ancestor was shouting while a big fuss was blowing towards him on the left and the right.

Emperor Dewu did not dare to dodge the punishment from his ancestors, and had to fight those big guys to take it.

The terrible thing was that those big blows seemed to hit him deep in his soul. Every time they hit him, his whole body throbbed with pain.

"Grandfather, please stop hitting me, stop hitting me. I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong." Emperor Dewu was in so much pain that he turned around and around and was forced to beg for mercy.

The magic of love spun in circles, and probably the old man was tired, so he stopped, panting.

"Hmph, you little brat, I'll let you off this time. You, you better remember this, you can't let the lucky star down, otherwise, your great grandfather, great great grandfather, and I won't let you go, we'll take turns beating you, a two-person fight."

"Yes, yes, grandson doesn't dare."

The old ancestor got the promise (most likely because he was tired), and then he withdrew his hand with satisfaction. With a "whoosh", it disappeared from his mind.

Emperor Dewu shook his head and came back to his senses, but he still unconsciously reached out to touch the few big cunts that had just been beaten by his ancestor. They were still aching slightly.

But the person has already been taken down and is kneeling. You have to go through the whole act and do what you should do. At worst, you can find a better excuse to release him later.

For the first time, Dewu felt that the emperor was being a little unfair.

"Yun, someone reported that you and your clan wrote anti-government poems and had rebellious intentions. Is this true?" Emperor Dewu began to interrogate.

"Your Majesty, the Yun family has been loyal for generations, and two generations of imperial tutors have always worked diligently. How could they do such a disloyal and unjust thing? Furthermore, is there any evidence to prove that I have a rebellious heart?"

Although Yun's words were light, his tone was firm, which made Emperor Dewu more convinced that there must be some unspeakable secret behind this. Thinking of the person who reported it, his teeth itched. Damn, there are such shameless people in this world.

Uh...Emperor Dewu was slow to speak. The people who dug up evidence had not returned yet. What could he say?

"Your Majesty, Lieutenant General Meng of the Imperial Guard requests to see you." The attendant Li Deshun came in with small steps to report.

"Xuan."

After a while, a general in golden armor came in. It was Shi Mengzheng, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards.

After the ceremony, Meng Zheng presented a box made of rosewood with both hands. The box was exquisitely carved, but a little old, with a little bit of dirt on the corners.

As soon as Yun saw the box, his heart sank.

She was too familiar with that box. She didn't expect Xiahou Wenyuan to be the one who stabbed her in the back.

A husband and wife are bound by love for a hundred days. He and she have been husband and wife for so many years, and they should have a deep love. But now it seems like a joke. A heartbreaking joke.

"Your Majesty, I have indeed dug this up under the osmanthus tree at the Taifu Mansion by order of the emperor. Please have a look at it."

While Yun was grieving, Meng Zheng had already reported to Emperor Dewu.

Li Deshun ran over, took the wooden box with both hands, and turned it to the large Huanghuali wood table. He took out a thin wire from his sleeve and fiddled with the keyhole on the wooden box. With a light "snap", the brass lock opened.

He carefully checked it again, and after confirming that there was no mechanism or poison, he brought it to Emperor Dewu, "Your Majesty, please have a look."

Emperor Dewu picked up the paper in the box and glanced casually at the kneeling Yun.

Yun did not show any panic. On the contrary, there was a hint of grievance in her eyes and eyebrows, as if she had been wrongly accused. There were tears in her eye sockets, about to fall but not yet.

This look made Emperor Wu De feel a little guilty.

The paper was old and yellow, showing its age, but the ink had not faded yet, and even had a faint scent of ink and herbs, which could only be produced by very high-quality ink.

Emperor Dewu read the contents of the letter carefully, but after reading the whole article, he found that there was not a single word that suggested treason. On the contrary, it was a prayer, praying for peace and prosperity in Daliang.

At the end, it is mentioned that he is willing to sacrifice ten years of his own life in exchange for long-term stability in Daliang.

Woohoo, this is not treason, it is clearly loyalty. In his heart, Emperor Dewu cordially greeted the person who reported it, as well as his ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Ms. Yun, look, this is yours." Emperor Dewu pushed the wooden box forward and asked Ms. Yun.

Yun raised her head slightly to look at the box, but the desk was too high and she was kneeling, so she couldn't see it clearly.

Li Deshun was very perceptive. He picked up the box and moved closer to Yun, but he didn't dare to get too close, for fear that she would go to her wits' end and suddenly attack and destroy the important evidence.

Yun also put on a full show, looked through it carefully, and then responded.

"Reporting to the Emperor, this is indeed my thing. However, it is an old item from more than ten years ago. Before I got married, I wrote a few auspicious words, put them in a box, and buried them under the osmanthus tree outside the window of my boudoir.

It has been so long that I almost forgot about it. I don’t know how I ended up here today.”

Uh, this...

Emperor Dewu was speechless. He couldn't admit in person that he had wronged Yun.

No, he is a wise king, how could he wrongly accuse a good person? It was the whistleblower, yes, it was him, it was him, he had to settle this account with him!