Rosefinch Royal Lady - C43

Royal Capital, Qin Chuan, Internal Affairs Bureau

A man with eagle-eyes and thin lips, wearing a simple gray coat, crossed his hands between his fingers. He leaned forward and silently looked at the letters lined up on the table. At this time, a report came in from outside the door, causing the man’s brows to twitch, and lightly tapped the table with his fingertips. Immediately, a young, baby-faced soldier quickly pushed the door open and entered, respectfully holding up a snow-white letter.

Steward Feng was not moved, he picked up the black gloves on the table and carefully put it on, then he took the letter.

His face did not look too good, and his eyes were filled with fatigue. He then gently said to the soldier, “Thank you for your hard work.”

His fingers could not help but touch the shining, fishtailed leopard’s body accessory on his waist as he thought over and over again about the contents of the letter. He could not help but mumble, the Consort Xiao was infuriated for no reason and wanted to chase the Palace Maid out of the hall. To… Now?

The man stood up, holding the letter.

He stood by the white silk Tian s Wai window, quietly staring at the Inner Palace’s small path that led to the Imperial Palace. Her eyes slightly narrowed, she thought to herself, Xiao Zhihe, what exactly are you playing at?!

Xiao He! What are you trying to do?!

In the Qingling Palace, Xiao Zhihe was forced into the back of her brain, unable to come out no matter how hard she struggled.

Through the man’s eyes, she could see that Xiao He was tightly gripping onto that drawing paper with an expression of complacency, as he laughed towards the sky.

Xiao Zhihe could not help but feel fear in her heart. I, I advise you not to use the emperor’s painting to scheme anything! You cheated and cheated, there won’t be a good end to it … You, just wait for the matter to fail before you go to hell!

Hearing the woman’s unconfident threat, Xiao He laughed even more happily. Retribution? The Infernal Realm?

It was all bullshit!

If I don’t get a chance to live, then all of these honorifics, all of it would be meaningless to me, Xiao He!

When Xiao He said that name, his heart suddenly trembled. His extreme grief swept through his memories, making him extremely furious.

Xiao Zhihe felt as if all her hair had been torn off by a strong force, and a sharp pain struck onto her head. A white light flashed before her eyes and she lost consciousness.

Dead woman?

Xiao He’s heart suddenly throbbed a few times, she felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility, as though something heavy had disappeared from her mind in an instant, and her ears could not hear any buzzing sounds. He was extremely suspicious, Xiao Zhihe?

No one answered.

When Xiao He reacted, he was probably controlled by his own unconscious command and disappeared.

Just as he wished!

Xiao He hurriedly opened the portrait of the Empress Cha that he had drawn and carefully examined it from start to finish. Then, he confirmed a fact: Even though he didn’t know the reason, the first-rate Soul Power User that he had eaten had the exact same appearance as the Emperor Xun’s most beloved person.

As a result, he closed his eyes and started chanting. As he crossed his index finger in front of his chest, air currents began to revolve around his body counterclockwise.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden halo of light appeared from the bottom of his feet, faintly outlining the patterns of the Golden Lion and Scarlet Fox.

Xiao He’s shining red hair fluttered in the wind, causing it to flutter about. He opened his eyes, and in an instant, his pupils had become the same as a cat’s, golden pupils, revealing long fangs from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head, and several sharp beast cries slipped out from the depths of his throat.

Phew… It seemed that he had not materialized for a long time and was already unfamiliar with it.

After a long while, a soft and beautiful female voice resounded within the empty Qingling Palace. The woman with the long hair like a waterfall and the beautiful face walked out from behind the table with her hands on her waist. Seeing that she was already a slender woman, she quickly picked up the broken glasses on the ground and looked at her face.

The lady picked up the drawing of the Emperor Xun’s seal again and carefully compared it with her own appearance. She couldn’t help but smile.

Empress! If you don’t come out, Zi Ling will order the little ones to smash the door! Zi Ling who was waiting anxiously outside pounded on the door frame and shouted out. Seeing that there was no response from inside, she turned her head and looked at the line of servants carrying big red pillars. I still don’t know what happened to Consort Xiao … Crash the door open, save the life…

Stop this for This King.

Hearing that, Zi Ling’s heart thumped, she was so shocked that she immediately dropped to the ground and kowtowed, the Palace Maid behind him also fell to their knees, as she shouted, “This servant greets the Emperor!” Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!

Emperor Xun walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back. His face was filled with hostility and his expression was unhappy. This duke hasn’t come to the Qingling Palace for only a month, and I’m already jumping up and down like this? Nonsense!

Emperor Xun’s face was gloomy, his black eyes turned around as he pointed at Zi Ling who was lying on the ground at the very front and said, “You, tell me, have you eaten the heart of a bear or are your Qingling Palace about to overturn?” The servants dare to knock on the door?

Zi Ling was drenched in cold sweat, her small white face was completely drained of blood. She laid her forehead against the ground while trembling as she reported, reporting to the emperor … It’s because the Consort Xiao…

What about her?

When Emperor Xun heard this name, he knew that Xiao Zhihe had probably come up with something. His forehead ached a little, and his black eyes showed displeasure.

The first time was to save the bird, the second time was to play tricks. This third time? What new tricks are you trying to create now!? If he didn’t stop with his Qingling Palace, he would jump up the tree like a monkey all day long.

Zi Ling panicked, stammering an explanation, no no no! Your Majesty, this time the Empress is very … No more trees…

Emperor Xun’s face was cold, his entire body was releasing the imposing aura, then tell me, where is she now?

Your majesty, chenqie is here.

The palace door that was locked opened with a creak, and a lady in a white dress walked out with a smile. Her pair of deer eyes were like a pair of exquisite water drill eyes, looking at Emperor Xun’s face, full of love, bright and bright.

Tears flowed down her face. She didn’t even bother to bow as she kneeled on the ground and hugged the legs of the woman. She sobbed softly, wuu … Empress, does Empress’s body no longer have any problems? “It really scared Ziling!

When Emperor Xun saw the woman coming out from the house, he was very surprised. He pursed his lips and did not say a word, his dark and deep eyes firmly staring at the woman who stooped down to help the servant girl up.

Zi Ling wiped her tears. She suddenly noticed something, and started to mutter in doubt. Did you change your clothes at court? How did Zi Ling remember that you were wearing a Peach Blossom pink skirt today?

Caught off guard, Emperor Xun suddenly interrupted Zi Ling’s question. The man with the golden crown on his head suddenly reached out and grabbed the woman’s arm, his face dark and gloomy as he said softly, “Get in, this king has something to ask you.”

Zi Ling opened her eyes wide, and watched as her own mistress, who had barely taken a few steps out of the palace gate, turned around and was once again kidnapped by the Emperor Xun.

Your majesty?

The woman stood behind Emperor Xun with an innocent look. Seeing the man not moving, with his back facing the door, she shyly rubbed her hands and asked shyly, “Your majesty …” What kind of words do you want to ask chenqie?

Emperor Xun firmly pressed his hand on the door lock. He did not turn around, where did the white dress that you were wearing come from?

The woman raised a bright smile, innocently tilted her head and smiled. Your majesty, what are you talking about? Didn’t you personally give this dress to chenqie?

Emperor Xun struck out with his palm! He supported himself up to the door, and slowly clenched his fist. The man’s voice was a little hoarse, as if each word was squeezed out from the gaps between clenched teeth. Xiao Zhihe, you have to stop at your limit.

The woman was not afraid in the slightest as she stood there silently, taking in the sight of Emperor Xun’s trembling back. Her red lips slightly parted as she replied softly.

Emperor Xun turned around, his black eyes bloodshot, and barely visible shimmer of tears could be seen. He tried his best to control his anger and interrogate the woman with a low voice. This white skirt, was personally bestowed by this duke to Empress Cha, and not to you, Xiao Zhihe.

There is a blue butterfly by my skirt. This king sewed it up with his own hands when I was nineteen. And you! Where did you get this identical dress?!

The beautiful girl didn’t say anything. She raised her pair of aggrieved eyes and quietly looked at the angry man.

Emperor Xun laughed, as if he had scoffed at his own sorry state.

He stretched out a hand to support his forehead and took a deep breath, then staggered back a few steps. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes and sighed. They were all very greedy. Presumably, she obtained this information from somewhere, and stole it from the Qingling Palace she lived in.

Your majesty, I am my son.

In an instant, everything became quiet.

Emperor Xun looked up in disbelief, his black eyes were shocked by the sudden words that came out of the blue. He was stunned, watching as the woman gently held onto her skirt, carefully walking towards him, one step, two steps, three steps …

Wearing a white dress with a blue butterfly embroidered on the edge, the woman finally stood a foot away from the man.

She raised her head and smiled, tears streaming down her face.

Tong Lang, it’s Xi Er.