Your Majesty, the Emperor is playing your cards again!

Rong Yan bowed his head and responded loudly: "I will definitely live up to the emperor's expectations!"

Jun Feiliang looked at Huo Liao and said, "Send General Rong off and prepare a great gift for him."

Huo Liao agreed, picked up the unconscious Gu Poison Master with one hand, looked at Rong Yan and said, "Let's go."

Rong Yan glanced at the emperor, pondered for a moment, and finally asked worriedly, "The poison in the emperor's body..."

Jun Feiliang waved his hand and said, "No problem, I have my own way."

Rong Yan nodded.

Yes, the emperor made the rash decision to poison himself after hearing a word from the poison master. I think he had already made all the necessary preparations.

He just allowed the poison master to threaten him, probably because he wanted to test his loyalty.

Fortunately, I chose to give up my military power to save the emperor without any hesitation, otherwise, my fate might be similar to that of the poison master.

"I will retire at the end!"

He cupped his hands and bowed to leave.

Suddenly he thought of something, took out a portrait from his arms and handed it to the emperor.

He said in a low voice: "I have been investigating the grain theft case in the northwest three years ago. After three years of investigation, I got a clue. The man in the painting is said to have participated in the grain theft. This person is in Xicang City.

My men have been looking for him, but he moves so secretly that we have not been able to find him."

Last time, he seemed to have seen his figure on the street where people were performing arts, and he chased after him at high speed, regardless of the fact that Empress Xia was with him.

Unfortunately, after following him for several streets, I still lost him.

This person is very good at hiding and can even change his appearance. His own people can't find him, but maybe the emperor's people can.

The theft of grain and fodder in the northwest was the main reason for the defeat at Ximen Pass. He believed that the emperor must be investigating the case.

Jun Feiliang stared at the portrait in his hand, and felt a sense of familiarity, but he didn't know where this familiarity came from. He stared at it for a while, then looked at Rong Yan and said, "I will send someone to keep an eye on it."

Rong Yan nodded, took his leave and left.

He took away the master of poison and all the girls in black in the house. Before leaving, Huo Liao gave him a big gift.

It was the Queen Mother who arrived late following the motorcade.

The Queen Mother had lost all her dignity. She was put into a sack and thrown directly onto Rong Yan's carriage.

Rong Yan looked at the sack in front of him. There seemed to be a human figure inside, and he already knew who was inside.

He sat in the carriage with his back straight, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a terrible haze, without any light.

His eyes were fixed on the sack in front of him.

The Queen Mother had been tossed around all the way and was already very weak. From the moment she was thrown into the carriage, she knew that the person sitting in front of her was Rong Yan.

The emperor really kept his word and left her life and death in the hands of Rong Yan.

She calmed herself down and suddenly let out a faint laugh, which was somewhat charming.

As usual, she called softly, "My Lord, I know it's you. Why don't you say anything? Do you dislike me so much?"

Rong Yan raised his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot like waves, and suddenly he raised his hand and grabbed her neck through the sack.

The force was so great that the Queen Mother was almost suffocated.

She opened her mouth wide, took deep breaths, and smiled delicately, “Have you forgotten the friendship and happiness of the past, my Lord?
I am the first person who brought you to experience the bliss of the world. Are you really willing to kill me like this?"

When Rong Yan heard her sweet laugh, he felt extremely sick. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his whole body was cold. He seemed to have fallen into an unprecedented swamp of despair. (End of this chapter)