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Chapter 60 Quiet
In the imperial palace at this time, a large number of soldiers have surrounded the imperial palace tightly.

"I have seen the imperial concubine in person." Shen Qianqiong slowly stepped forward, twisting her slender waist, followed by several guards.

One can tell at a glance that he is not a person from the palace, but a person from the rivers and lakes.

The cup in Mulan's hand trembled slightly, but that delicate and alluring face was so arrogant that it smashed to the ground in an instant.

Looking at her with deep eyes, "Collude with outsiders, intending to rebel, each and every Shen beauty is seamless."

She was still lying on the beauty couch, and had no intention of leaving.

Shen Qianqiong had already changed into a bright yellow phoenix robe, and the lifelike phoenix was very dazzling between the sleeves and skirt.

"You still speak hard when you are about to die. You really deserve to be a noble concubine." She sneered, and the guard's sword touched her neck.

Grabbing her neck, he said with a little force in his hands: "Your Majesty the emperor should hang his head on the city gate right now? In two days, I will be the mother of that country. If you please me now, Maybe if you say something nice to the new emperor, save your life?"

Her expression was dim, and she snorted coldly, "How can a mere villain be His Majesty's opponent?"

"Hiss!" Shen Qianqiong was furious, and strangled her neck tightly. The maid beside her was trembling in the corner, wanting to step forward but was afraid of the cold sword.

"Shen Meiren!" Suddenly, a hasty voice sounded, interrupting her strong wrist.

Qingyin looked terrified, and said, "Didn't Your Highness say that everything will be discussed after he enters the palace? I'm afraid His Highness will be unhappy if the beauty does this."

The little maid behind her blocked Qingyin nervously, and said tremblingly: "It's better for Beauty Shen not to be so bold."

"what!"

Before she could react, Shen Qianqiong stabbed into the maid's chest with her sword, and said coldly: "What!"

"Ayun." Qingyin hugged the person in his arms and asked nervously.

"And you, don't put on a charming appearance, trying to seduce His Highness." Shen Qianqiong pointed the sword at Qingyin.

"Xue'e." She shouted, but no one answered, and when she turned around, a dagger was held against her waist.

Xue'e, who was at the side, faded her smile at this moment, the guards rang the alarm bell, and the closest ones were directly beheaded.

Yan Xi in a pink palace dress suddenly appeared here, followed by many palace guards, her face was still stained with blood, and her agility was astounding.

"The maidservant is late, the imperial concubine forgives me."

Xue'e said: "I'm sorry Shen Meiren."

"You are the emperor's man!" Shen Qianqiong frowned, her face ashen.

It seems that she shouldn't have put her hopes in Wen Renqin's hands. If she really could even deal with a little emperor, what a great cause to talk about.

"You have been with me for so many years, I really never thought of it." She laughed loudly, full of sarcasm.

"There should be many more that you can't think of."

A bright voice sounded, and Wen Renjing appeared at the main entrance of the palace, dressed in a dark red cinnabar brocade, with white fluff on the skirt, and a high ponytail adding a touch of youth.

The palace guards all knelt down to salute, and several people in the hall also knelt down one after another, "I have seen Your Majesty."

The imperial concubine wanted to get up but was pressed down by Wen Renjing, and she whispered: "These gifts will be waived before the body recovers."

"Are you here? Then..." Shen Qianqiong took a few steps back in horror and fell to the ground.

You Ci said in a cold voice, "The Nine Princes' Mansion has already surrendered."

Shen Qianqiong was protecting her stomach. When she heard this, she just hated iron for being weak, and then said slowly: "You can't kill me, I'm already pregnant."

With a confident look, everyone frowned after hearing this.

"It's His Majesty's child!" She babbled nonsense, which silenced everyone even more.

Only Mulan grabbed Wen Renjing's hand and shook her head, her eyes full of worry.

Wen Renjing seemed to hear some joke, looked at the confident woman, and said after thinking: "Then give birth."

"It's just that your clothes don't match you. A crow is always a crow."

Shen Qianqiong breathed a sigh of relief. She was betting whether the emperor who had no heir would value this child. The court needed an heir, even if it wasn't the emperor's child.

"By my order, Shen Meiren will be demoted to a commoner, and she will be imprisoned in the cold palace until the child is born." She said coldly.

Childish and innocent, as long as the child is born first, everything can be dealt with slowly.

All officials related to Wen Renqin in the court were arrested, and many official positions in the court were vacant. She proposed to select talents through scientific examinations in advance, and this matter fell on You Siyuan's head.

Disturbing their happy day, Wen Renjing wanted to make a replacement, but Shen Qianran refused, so she had to reward her with many treasures as a wedding gift.

The nine kings conspired against each other, committed suicide and apologized, and the son was imprisoned in the palace for life, and he was not allowed to enter or leave without an edict.

The next day, there were rumors on the street that the Ninth Prince's House, which has always been a great benevolent person, actually rebelled. The emperor was furious and killed many staff members of the Ninth Prince's House.

"Something happened to Your Majesty." You Ci's steady voice rang in his ears.

Wen Renjing's heart tightened, and he asked, "When is it again?"

"There was a reckoning in the palace, and the saint disappeared on the day she forced the palace."

"Missing?" She raised her eyebrows.

"The maid next to the saint came to report today, saying that she has not seen the saint for three days."

"Check." She said helplessly. The disappearance of the saint is not a trivial matter. After all, all countries are staring at Tianqi.

Wen Renjing suddenly thought of something, stood up and stopped Youci, "You don't have to go, I'll go ask the national teacher."

Qu Yimian may have heard that the national teacher has returned to the palace, but it is not impossible. According to her pursuit of the national teacher, it is not impossible.

It's winter, and the wind is biting, Wen Renjing wrapped her robe tightly, looking at Ziyuan, feeling a little flustered.

After what happened last time, she hasn't seen the national teacher for a few days, and she is busy with those messy affairs of the court every day.

According to what she said, national affairs are as important as the gentleness of the national teacher.

The two sat opposite each other, a cup of warm tea fell into her hands, Wen Renjing looked at his immortal appearance, and squeezed the teacup tightly.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Has the national teacher seen the saint?"

Rong Chen frowned slightly, "Your Majesty, this seat is for this purpose?"

Perhaps hearing the resentment in his tone, Wen Renjing approached him with a playful smile, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Actually, I just want to see the national teacher. The government affairs are busy, and the regent just got married. I have to deal with many affairs in the court personally." As she spoke, she became more resentful.

The wide palm pinched her soft face, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "It's really hard work."

"It's not hard. When I think of the national teacher, I feel that everything is sweet." Blinking her round eyes, she thought again, "Does the national teacher know where the saint is?"

(End of this chapter)