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Chapter 2014 [Evil]

The Zichen Palace was suddenly plunged into gloom, only the light from outside the window shone in from a distance, and the curtain vaguely covered the slender figure.

The light was too dim, and Xia Fuyi couldn't clearly see something that the emperor took down from the bookshelf.

Surrounded by groggy, she closed her eyes no longer able to resist, her brows were still frowning when she fell asleep.

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The regent has a palace outside the palace. Although he has dominated the government for so many years, he actually spends very little time in the palace. This actually makes many ministers feel strange, as if he is really just a king Like a good courtier who shares worries, even if he has enough reasons, he is not willing to live in the palace and become the hidden master of the palace.

What's even more strange is that just when the emperor started to go to court again, just when he needed to avoid taboos, the regent began to stay in Chaoci Palace every day instead, as if he didn't care if the emperor would be angry or vigilant because of this.

It was still the same tonight, and the regent returned to Chaoci Palace after the next court.

In the afternoon, I went to the Imperial Study for business, and then returned to Chaoci Palace and did not come out again.

At this moment, the night had covered the imperial city, and everything in the palace gradually became quiet, only the sounds of palace people talking and laughing from some small paths and corners, and the chirping of insects from the elegant flowers. It became more and more quiet.

Changsun Qingzhao was sitting in the courtyard at the moment, drinking with these small noises.

There were no servants around, and he seemed to be enjoying himself while pouring and drinking himself, until he heard footsteps slowly approaching, and his movements paused a little.

The sound of footsteps sank into the night, without intentionally covering it up, even a little carelessly, with a rhythm that only those skilled in martial arts can have.

Chang Sun Qingzhao listened for a while, then twitched the corner of her mouth, raised her head and took a sip of the wine, then turned her head to look at the person who came,
"Is the imperial nephew here smelling the aroma of wine? I only have this pot left."

The moonlight just rose, and the fog gradually filled the flowers.

In the envelopment of the bright mist and night, the outline of Changsun Chi gradually became clear.

The big red wide sleeves were blown up and down by the night wind, lining his delicate and pale face, like a flirtatious and cold flower demon emerging from the night.

And under the wide sleeve robe, he was holding a long black sword in his slender white palm.

The dragon print on the sword body is not obvious, only a ferocious outline occasionally flashes in the darkness.

He stood silently in the darkness together with his sword, like a dark cloud that gradually overwhelmed the city, suffocating the whole world.

The wind became silent.

The murderous aura burst out without warning in an instant.
The moment the thumb pushed away the scabbard, the red dress had already rushed out in the night, as fast as the most violent wind, and reached the Regent in the blink of an eye.

The silver sword light drew a dazzling arc of snow, tearing the night apart.

The Prince Regent, who was originally sitting elegantly and calmly on the stone bench, had already left his seat ahead of time, as if he had expected a sudden retreat, but he still couldn't completely dodge the sharp sword wind.

There was a cut in the clothes on his chest, and the sound of the silk tearing could be heard very clearly in the night.

There was no buffer at all, and the next blink of an eye, the sword light had already struck in front of his eyes again. With surging internal force, a gust of wind was whipped up out of thin air, making the wide red sleeves flutter.

(End of this chapter)