Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Splendid servants in splendid clothes, flocks of male pets? ! (6)

The capital of South Vietnam, Jinzhou.

In Jinxiu Palace, on the brocade couch.

Princess Qingyan, the empress of Nanyue Kingdom, lazily hit her head with one arm, surrounded by several handsome teenagers. [

One peeled the grapes for her, and carefully delivered the pulp to her lips.

One was gently massaging her delicate calf that was exposed outside the gauze skirt.

The other few, some with light fan and round fan, some with fragrant tea...

At the foot of the steps in front of the brocade couch, there was only a middle-aged female minister standing.

At this moment, she is reporting to her the recent events in the Western Chu Kingdom.

"...

The red wolf was captured alive by Ximen Yehan, the king of Western Chu. Afterwards, the holy son of the Jiuchong Palace appeared and broke through the [-] palaces of Beimang alone.

In order to protect the red wolf, the Northern Mang Kingdom has already bowed down to Western Chu, and has paid tribute year after year, and will never rebel

......"

"Ximen Yehan, do you still have some tricks?!"

The delicate red lips opened and closed lightly, and the soft voice made the man's bones half crisp when he heard it.

With an exclamation, Princess Qingyan spit out the grape seeds from her lips in disdain.

"Then what is the origin of the Holy Child of Jiuzhong Palace?!"

"This……"

The female minister under the steps hesitated slightly, and spoke after a while.

"Return to Your Majesty, I haven't checked it out yet!"

"Haven't checked yet?!"

A cold look flashed in Gu Pan's eyes, which could take away a man's soul, and Princess Qingyan suddenly raised her gaze, looking at the female minister's face.

"Shen Li'er, do you feel that the years are gone, and there is no more love in life?!"

The minister named Shen Li'er was so frightened that his knees gave way, and he knelt down on the ground.

"Your Majesty, calm down, minister... I will send someone to investigate again, and I will definitely find out who the holy son is..."

Princess Qingyan's complexion did not ease, looking at the minister below her, the murderous intent on her face only became stronger and stronger.

At that moment, the face that was originally alluring the country and city was just as cold as a Rakshasa, which made people feel terrified.