The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

"How can it be!"

Everyone in the hall had different expressions, immersed in grief, when Imperial Concubine Jing suddenly shouted like this.

This shout not only broke the silence in the hall, but also allowed everyone to recover from the contents of the will.

The late emperor not only arranged everything properly, but also made foolproof plans for all the difficulties that the new emperor would face.

Imperial Concubine Jing's face flushed with disbelief. She stared at the will on the table with wide eyes, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Impossible, what is written in the will must be false... Not only will my son not be given a title, but I will also be buried with him..." Her voice trembled, filled with reluctance and despair.

Imperial Concubine Jing tried to struggle, but was held down tightly by the palace servants beside her, unable to move. She turned her head and glared at Imperial Concubine Chen fiercely, continuing to shout:

"If anyone is to be buried with the emperor, it should be that bitch Chen Yayun! His Majesty has been planning for her with all his heart and soul... She has caused Concubine Shu to be unable to get pregnant again, and has caused the eldest princess to be buried with the emperor..."

Empress Cao frowned slightly and winked at the palace maid beside her. If Imperial Concubine Jing continued to speak without restraint, she would probably not have a good ending today.

Fang Ruo walked over and covered Concubine Jing's mouth tightly with her hand. Soon, her hand was bitten by her and blood was dripping.

Concubine Jing's beautiful eyes were filled with anger and hatred, and her gaze seemed to be able to turn into sharp blades, shooting at Empress Cao and Concubine Chen.

Empress Cao had a kind face and said softly, "Noble Concubine Jing has been favored by the late emperor for many years. She was so happy when she heard this that she forgot herself for a moment. Take her downstairs and prepare."

It is self-evident what this is prepared for.

At this moment, countless black shadows appeared at the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation from afar.

It was the commander of the Beijing Guards, Guo Chen, who was sitting on a tall horse, followed by countless soldiers.

The night was as dark as ink, the wind was cold and biting, and the torches in the soldiers' hands were swaying, illuminating the surrounding area.

Guo Chen quickly got off his horse, walked to the front of the palace, knelt down, and said in a deep voice: "I am sorry that I came too late to save you, and frightened your Majesty and the new emperor!"

The third prince Zhao Yu looked at everything in front of him with an indifferent expression. He gently twisted the Buddhist beads between his fingertips and spoke silently.

Empress Cao sat there and forced a smile: "...Lord Guo is here just in time."

Guo Chen is an old subordinate of Duke Dingguo. His arrival at this point in time makes people suspect that the Jiang family has already seen through what the second prince is going to do.

The soldiers behind him threw the people they had tied up in front of the palace one by one. This scene made Zhao Xu pale, and then he closed his eyes tightly.

It was Chang Xin and those people he secretly planted.

I knew in my heart that the situation was hopeless.

Imperial Consort Chen and Chen Zhengde looked at each other. They were afraid that the Chen family's wish for an empress dowager would be in vain.

Only Chen Zhengde himself knew that the sweat on his back had soaked through his clothes. When the cold wind blew, the chill seemed to penetrate his body through his pores, making him feel very uncomfortable.

What made him even more daunted was to imagine what kind of end the Chen family would face if the two thousand troops he had ambushed outside the imperial city today really rushed into the imperial city.

The Imperial Guards took the second prince away. Although they said "please", they were actually like guarding a prisoner.

What awaits him will be the new emperor's final judgment.

When Zhao Xu passed by Master Jiang Wu, he stopped.

His eyes were filled with resentment and anger, and his voice was low and full of hatred: "Jiang Nansheng, how long have you been planning for this day?"

He could have reached this point today thanks to his mother's scheming in the palace and his maternal grandfather, the Zhou family, spending large sums of money outside the palace to bribe officials.

He had planned carefully for so many years, even at the cost of bearing the crime of regicide, just to be able to ascend the throne one day.

But just when success was just one step away, everything turned into nothing.

There was deep hatred in the look he gave Master Jiang Wu.

If Zhao Yu didn't have the support of the Jiang family, how could he be where he is today with only the Chen family!

Jiang Wuye looked calm, but his eyes were cold and cruel. He leaned closer to Zhao Xu and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, you won't die..."

How could he be allowed to die? Death is the only way to be free!

Zhao Xu's eyes widened, he turned around and saw that the ministers who had just supported him in the hall were being brought out one by one by the Jinyiwei.

The figures walking outside the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were clearly his wives and concubines, including his pregnant wife, who staggered past with her belly held high.

I still underestimated Jiang Nansheng. He is the one who brought about the current situation.

"Jiang Nansheng..."

Zhao Xu struggled, wanting to know why Jiang Nansheng hated him so much.

Master Jiang Wu turned aside a little, his face gentle and elegant, and said to the Jinyiwei in a calm voice: "Take him away, and remember to treat the Second Prince with courtesy."

At this time, the outlines of the scenery in the darkness in the distance became clear, and the flying eaves and brackets that were originally hidden in the night began to appear.

There was a hint of paleness in the sky, and the faint light in front of me was announcing that dawn was approaching.

The ministers and the Embroidered Uniform Guards in the Hall of Mental Cultivation all retreated, and the room became silent for a moment.

After everyone left, it seemed as if they took the warmth out of the room, and a cold feeling filled the air.

I could still hear the sound of Huang Tong and the eunuchs tidying up the late emperor's appearance and dressing him.

Imperial Noble Consort Chen stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I will go back to Zhongcui Palace to prepare." After she bowed, she withdrew with the palace maids.

Concubine Shu sat upright in the chair, watching her back disappear through the palace gate. She placed the teacup in her hand on the small table beside her and said softly, "Empress, there are some things I could have said when the minister was here."

Empress Cao hummed and said to her, "… Concubine Shu is always so considerate and tolerant, which is why Yongle suffered this disaster for no reason."

She had expected that Concubine Shu would not forgive Concubine Chen, but she had not expected that Concubine Shu would endure until this time before she exploded.

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart why she didn't make trouble in public when Duke Dingguo, Mr. Jiang Er and Mr. Jiang Wu were all there.

If Imperial Concubine Chen had been caught harming the eldest princess at that time, Chen Yayun would have probably spent the rest of her life in the cold palace.

How could it be like this? He walked out from in front of her in such a swagger.

"After all, the Chen family has been stationed in Ningyuan City for many years. What's more, the third prince was born to Concubine Hui... One day, the new emperor will have to rely on his in-laws." Concubine Shu looked up at Queen Cao and said.

Empress Cao frowned upon hearing this, and couldn't help but think of her eldest son who was posthumously named Prince Kang by the late emperor. The throne that her son didn't get was easily obtained by the child of the Chen family!

Although she would be the Empress Dowager no matter which prince inherited the throne, if the new emperor's maternal family was still alive, the situation would be completely different.

Empress Cao looked at Concubine Shu, "After all, we are sisters..." She took the eldest princess' hand and said with a smile, "Time flies. Yongle has grown up so fast."

Concubine Shu smiled and said, "Yes, so many years have passed... Speaking of which, if Concubine Jing's daughter who died young could have survived, she would be sixteen years old now."

When Empress Cao heard Concubine Shu mention the princess, her heart skipped a beat, and she continued:

"That year, Lingnan was hit by an epidemic. I heard that many people died... I heard that the guard Xiao beside Prince Kang was from Lingnan."

Concubine Shu had a faint smile on her face and turned her head to look quietly at Empress Cao.