New Emperor of 2008
Ye Mei Xi only raised his eyes, and his gaze was lightly fixed on the woman in front of him. He had respected her since childhood, even though she had been cruel and ruthless to him, even poisonous. However, he still loved her deep down, hoping that one day he could let her feel a little bit of love for his mother. But, his delicate red lips slightly curled up, "Mother, I just returned, feeling a bit tired. If you have no other instructions, then I'll take my leave first." "You..." The beautiful woman's eyes shot out cold light, and she suddenly stood up from the soft couch, slowly walked in front of him, raised her hand, and slapped him. A loud slap landed on Ye Mei Xi's cheek, leaving a bright red palm print on his pale face.
Ye Mei Xing stood still, his eyes calm and unruffled, unlike before when he would show fear or beg for mercy on his knees. Instead, he held his head high, looking straight at her without any timidity or pleading, not even a hint of pain. It was as if he had long since killed off the part of him that cared about her cruel treatment. "Mother, just this once." Ye Mei Xing smiled deeply, the red mark on his face gleaming even brighter, and bowed slightly. "Mother, I bid you farewell." "You're not my son, who are you?" The beautiful woman stared at Ye Mei Xing in terror, pointing a trembling finger at him, her bright red nails flashing like blood.
The woman's eyes widened in anger, her face twisted with malice. "No... my Ye Chen won't treat me like this... no... you're not Ye Chen, I'll kill you!" She shouted loudly, her hand grasping a whip that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, swinging it at Ye Chen. Ye Chen dodged the whip with ease, turning around to face the woman's grotesque expression, his voice cold and mocking. "Empress, the Crown Prince only used you, did you really think he would make you Empress? You're just a minor concubine in this vast palace."
"No... you absolutely are not Xier... absolutely not." A majestic and elegant palace attire, a stunning and unparalleled makeup, yet with a sinister and ruthless gaze like a snake's venom, when Ye Xier revealed the truth, she became even more ruthless. With a wave of her hand, "Take down this fake Xier." In an instant, six dark guards flew in and surrounded Ye Xier, simultaneously attacking him. Ye Xier's lips curled up slightly, his charming eyes still gleaming with coldness, as he swung his sleeve with large peony flowers embroidered on it, his seductive figure like a blooming flower of evil. He spun around and landed lightly, and the six dark guards fell to the ground one after another, spitting out blood.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, then sucked in the palm of his hand, drawing the long whip from the beautiful woman's hand into his own. In an instant, the whip had landed on the six dark guards in front of him, each one falling to the ground with a thud, unable to move. Night Charmer's eyes gleamed with a cold light, like something from hell. He was no longer the timid and weak Fifth Prince he once was, but a reborn phoenix, risen from the ashes. He wanted to live for her, to take control of the country of Wumu in his own hands.
Xiang Han and Chu Xia stood by, watching the prince with a mix of emotions, their hearts aching as they remembered how the Empress had brutally beaten him before. They could only stand by helplessly then, but now that the prince was back, they would not let him suffer even the slightest harm again.
The time for half-column fragrance has passed, and the entire imperial concubine's bedroom is filled with a strong bloody smell. The whip has been swung, and the six dark guards have been beaten to a pulp. Ye Xuan raises his eyes, coldly staring at the mother he loved for twenty years, "Mother, it's getting late, I'll take my leave first." After speaking, the whip in his hand is lightly swung, thrown into the air, and with a wave of his palm, the whip explodes into powder. He turns around and walks out of the bedroom without looking back. "No... this can't be." The imperial concubine stares blankly at the six corpses in front of her, backing away repeatedly until she falls to the ground, "My Xuan'er would never treat me like this."
Ye Mei Xi walked slowly forward, until he returned to his own palace. He raised his eyes and looked at the grand palace in front of him, then lifted his gaze and looked at the crystal palace lanterns. He reached out and gently stroked them, everything was so familiar, yet it was also a case of "the things are the same, but the people are different". He finally returned, lightly lifting his hem and sitting down. Xiang Han and Chu Xia hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Your servants have been waiting for your return, Your Highness." Ye Mei Xi raised his gaze and looked at the moonlight outside the palace, "Where is Princess Yu Yue buried?" "Because the princess was...no longer a chaste body, she was not buried in the imperial mausoleum. Now the emperor is indulging in women every day, neglecting state affairs, the crown prince is governing, following the law, and found a quiet and secluded place to bury the princess."
Xiang Han thought of this and felt indignant. "How many people are left in Mo Yan Ge now?" Ye Xie Hui thought about the past, it was too chaotic, and even now, thinking about it still hurt like a knife cut. "Except for Da Zhang Lao and Er Zhang Lao, Nu Bi and Chu Xia, Zi Qing, Ju Mo, everyone else is dead." Xiang Han hung his head back and replied, unable to hold back tears. Ye Xie Hui gripped the armrest tightly, her eyes flashing with a cold glint. "Let them take good care of themselves, rebuild Mo Yan Ge from scratch." "Yes." Xiang Han and Chu Xia responded in unison. "I will tell you everything that happened in the palace during my absence," Ye Xie Hui said in a low voice. "Yes." Xiang Han hastily stepped forward and told Ye Xie Hui all about the major events that had occurred in the palace over the past year, from start to finish. After finishing, "Because the princess was not favored, therefore, this year, the princess's disappearance was also ignored by everyone.
"No problem, the more so, the better. " The night demon's bright red lips curled up in a sly smile, and now, there were few who could rival him, he wanted to take it slow, but why was he thinking of rushing into her arms? Before the fourth watch, Feng Ao Tian woke up, turned his gaze, and saw a pair of eyes shining brightly at her. She was taken aback for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, she reached out and stroked the tender cheek, "Little guy, awake?" "Uh-huh, Uncle Wang, I thought I was dreaming." Feng Xuan Qi raised his weak arms, tugging on her clothes, "Uncle Wang, hug!" Feng Ao Tian opened his arms and pulled him into his embrace, "You'll be staying at my place for the time being.
"Uncle Wang, I vaguely saw Father Emperor last night." Feng Xue Qi said. "Hmm, there's a man who looks exactly like your father emperor, you should go take a look at him during the morning court today?" Feng Ao Tian looked down at him with her eyes cast down. "Since it's fake, I won't go." Feng Xue Qi shook his head and said. "If you don't want to see him, then don't." Feng Ao Tian smiled lightly and patted his back, in this moment, she decided that from now on, she would take good care of her only relative. Feng Xue Qi leaned into Feng Ao Tian's embrace, "Uncle Wang, are you going to the morning court?" "Hmm, take care of yourself, Uncle Wang will be back after the court." Feng Ao Tian reached out and stroked his head, saying softly. "Okay."
Feng Rou nodded, then obediently closed her eyes and fell asleep again. Feng Ao Tian turned around to see Mu Han Jin's warm eyes flashing with a faint smile. "Your Highness, did you sleep well last night?" "And you?" Feng Ao Tian asked softly, his hand stroking the green silk on Mu Han Jin's chest, tracing the contours of his skin outside. "Good." Mu Han Jin's face turned slightly red as he nodded. "You too, Your Highness." Feng Ao Tian thought this was the most solid sleep she had ever had. Mu Han Jin slowly got out of bed, closed the opened clothes, and went to wash up. The servants sent by Feng Gong Gong had already prepared everything.
