After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"I still don't believe it..."

Tong Guoan gently put aside the confession and evidence at hand, then kowtowed to the emperor respectfully, and even his voice trembled a little: "Your Majesty, I know that I am not qualified to question the Dali Temple's ability to investigate cases, but I really cannot accept this absurd conclusion.

Compared to these cold confessions, which may even have been obtained under torture, I would rather believe the woman I have slept with for more than twenty years.

Yue'er is my beloved, and I know her very well. In my mind, she is a weak, kind, and pitiful woman. People from the Dali Temple said that Yue'er is a spy, but I don't believe it at all.

If Yue'er is really a spy, we have lived together for more than 20 years, it is impossible for her not to reveal some flaws..."

"Tong Tong'an, it's written in black and white before our eyes, there is no room for doubt!" Emperor Jiade frowned and said in a serious tone.

Tong Guoan raised his head, his eyes full of determination and persistence: "Your Majesty, please believe me, and also believe Yue'er..." His voice was slightly choked, with endless pain and helplessness.

"That's enough, Tong Guoan. I'm not interested in listening to your deep love for this woman."

Emperor Jiade waved his hand impatiently, a trace of disgust flashing across his face.

As a hardworking emperor who had a lot of things to worry about every day, he hated this kind of love affair the most, especially when it came to state affairs. Tong Guoan's plea made him feel annoyed and even a little nauseous.

You say that an old man in his 60s, in the Imperial Study, a place where national affairs are discussed, passionately expressed his deep trust and deep feelings for a concubine. Emperor Jiade felt that he was really disgusted.

"Your Majesty, my feelings for Yue'er are not a momentary impulse, but the trust gained after years of getting along. Yue'er is definitely not a spy, she is innocent! Please see clearly, Your Majesty!" Tong Guoan's face turned red with excitement, and turbid tears welled up in his eyes.

"Let me ask you one question, Tong Guoan, are you really so stubborn? No matter what happens, you must share the joys and sorrows with a humble concubine like you?" There was a hint of majesty and anger in Emperor Jiade's voice.

After hearing what Emperor Jiade said, Tong Guoan replied without hesitation: "The love between me and Yue'er is as strong as gold. I hope Your Majesty will grant our blessing." His eyes were firm and persistent, as if he was full of confidence in his feelings.

Emperor Guardian sat on the dragon throne, leaned back, and habitually began to fiddle with his Hetian jade bracelet. The bracelet made a crisp sound, as if telling of his inner contradictions and entanglements.

"Click, click..." The sound of the bracelets echoed in the hall, and the atmosphere became tense.

Finally, after finishing a round of playing the bracelet, Emperor Jiade took a deep breath and said slowly: "In this case, I will grant you your wish. The original wife Du Sanniang will be buried as the wife of Duke Yue within three days. After Du Sanniang is buried, Tong Guoan will be dismissed from his title of Duke Yue. I will personally issue an edict to grant marriage to the commoner Tong Guoan and Li Yueer. The two will never be allowed to divorce, and Tong Guoan will not be allowed to take concubines for life."

Tong Guoan's face changed slightly after hearing this, but he soon regained his composure. He knew that although he had lost his title, he still had his love.

Tong Guoan looked at Emperor Jiade with gratitude, tears glistening in his eyes.