black belly prince cruel concubine

Chapter 505 Debt Collection Ghost VS Short-lived Ghost (1)
In the 450th year of Chengtian and the 27th year of Qianmin, on the third day of early spring, at the moment of Shenshi, Emperor Qianmin died.There is a will to abolish the crown prince, and it is said that Li Chenxue, the third son of the emperor, ascends the throne three days later.

When Queen Li Yan heard the news of His Majesty's death, she was deeply saddened. She cut off her hair before Qianmin Emperor's spirit, and vowed to stay in Kunyi Palace for the rest of her life to guard the spirit of the Emperor.Yun Zhaorong, Ji Meiren and other concubines were so heartbroken that they hanged themselves and were buried.The concubine Xian wanted to follow the late emperor, but she was thinking of the child in her womb, but in the end she couldn't get it, so she lived alone in the concubine's palace in despair.

In the Chongde Hall.

"Master, don't worry, the empress is staying in Kunyi Palace obediently, without any movement." Xiao Anzi humbly served hot tea to the third prince Li Chenxue, with a flattering expression on his face.

Li Chenxue took the teacup with a serious face, and waved at him expressionlessly, "Keep watching, don't relax for a moment, and report as soon as there is any movement. Go down."

"Yes. The slave will go and watch." Xiao Anzi laughed flatteringly, turned around and stepped back.

Concubine He glanced at Xiao Anzi who disappeared behind the white veil, and asked suspiciously, "Is this dog slave trustworthy?"

Li Chenxue twisted the lid of the teacup, blew on the tea in the cup, took a sip, then put it down, picked up the silk handkerchief on the table and wiped her fingers casually, "He is from Su Mu, so it's probably believable. "

"What does it mean to be probably credible?" Concubine He Gui suddenly raised her voice and raised her eyebrows, "You have to know that every step we take now is on the edge of a knife, and if we don't pay attention, it's not as simple as drawing a hole and leaving a few drops of blood !"

Li Chenxue still lowered her head, wiping each finger carefully, "Yan regrets that she is just a woman, she can't change the overall situation."

"In that case, I will reward her with a white silk." He Qian said bitterly.

Thinking of Yan Xi, He Qian couldn't hide the jealousy in her eyes.So what if she is a noble concubine?To put it bluntly, she is still a concubine.On the jade butterfly in the ancestral hall of the Li family, there is only her name, Yan regrettable; in the imperial mausoleum of Xishan, only her, Yan regrettable, can be buried with the late emperor and enjoy the worship of Li's descendants.

He Qian stared ferociously, and stretched out her hand to caress her still young and beautiful face. She was not reconciled. In terms of beauty, intelligence, background, and means, she would not lose to Yan Regret, but why did Yan Regret want to ride on her head for the rest of her life? Domineering, even the son born is more noble than her son!
Li Chenxue glanced at her, "No."

"Why not? Didn't you say she can't change the overall situation?"

The sharp voice was a bit harsh, Li Chenxue frowned, "with her in hand, Li Chenyu is always a bit apprehensive in his actions. Don't worry, when the matter subsides, she will do whatever you want with her."

Hearing this, He Qian's rising anger died down in an instant. How could she have forgotten that there was Li Chenyu? If Li Chenyu was not removed, not only would her son's throne be unsafe, even her queen mother's position would be unsafe. Not stable.

He slapped the table fiercely, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "This Li Chenyu really has a serious problem in his heart, he can't get rid of his unhappiness!"

Li Chenxue's eyes suddenly shot out a stern light, and then slowly put away the sharp look, and said calmly, "If you are born Yu, why would you be born... In the end, either he dies or I die."

Three days later, the new emperor ascended the throne. In order to prevent someone from acting out of his will and committing such treasonous acts of killing the new emperor, He Zong, the general of Zhenguo, led [-] soldiers to guard the capital. No entry allowed.

The starry sky is lonely, the waning moon is like a hook, and the pale moonlight shrouds the entire capital like a layer of mysterious veil.

Xishan imperial mausoleum.

Under the starry sky of the wide screen, a neat avenue leads directly to the imperial mausoleum on the top of the mountain. The noble emperor flowers on both sides of the avenue are in full bloom. At the end of the avenue, the heavy carved iron gate is deeply locked, and inside is the place where the emperors of all ages are buried.In front of the pitch-black iron gate, two rows of soldiers dressed in silver-grey armor and holding bright red spears stood proudly and straight.Since Emperor Ganmin was sent to the imperial mausoleum for burial yesterday, these two ranks of soldiers stood still.

Although Xishan is the imperial mausoleum where the emperors of all dynasties sleep forever, there is also a palace where they stay. Every year, the emperor and ministers will stay in the palace when they worship their ancestors.

No one would have thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had disappeared since the news of the emperor's death, was hiding in the Xishan Palace at this moment.

A low-key carriage slowly drove to the top of the mountain from a distance, and the sound of the wheels of "roll, roll" was particularly prominent in the silent night sky.

"Woo--" Qishang reined in the reins, parked the carriage in front of the big iron gate, showed his badge, and ordered, "Open the gate."

The guard in front of the gate saw the token, and opened the iron gate without saying a word.

Qishang jumped out of the carriage. Even though he knew that the people in the carriage could not be seen through the curtain, he still bowed respectfully, "Master Qi, we have arrived. Cars are not allowed inside, please get out of the carriage and take a few steps."

Even Emperor Ganmin was not allowed to drive when he arrived at the Xishan Imperial Mausoleum. In order to show respect to the emperors of all dynasties, everyone had to walk.

Li Chennian lifted the curtain of the car, and looked around suspiciously. Even though it was night, he could still recognize that it was the Xishan Imperial Mausoleum by the starlight.He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and once again admired his eldest brother in his heart.The third brother sent killers all over the world to find the eldest brother, but who would have thought that the eldest brother was right under his nose.

"Father was buried yesterday, elder brother is here too, right?" Li Chennian raised his chin and asked Qishang.

Qishang led him in, and replied with a smile on his eyes, "Master has been staying here for the past few days."

Although his answer was expected, Li Chennian still found it inconceivable.Big brother is too courageous!Yesterday when the father was buried, not only all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were there, but the most important thing was the third brother and He Zong. With the third brother's keenness and methods, if he found out that something was wrong, he wouldn't be able to make a fuss?
Thinking of Li Chennian, he felt frightened, really, really bold.

"The entire Xishan Imperial Mausoleum is under the master's control, Qi Ye doesn't have to worry." Qi Shang said clearly without hesitation.

Li Chennian was startled, thinking that the third brother stepped into the enemy's territory yesterday but still didn't know it, he felt a chill down his spine.The elder brother's methods are far superior to the third brother's, I'm afraid...

Qishang led him to the Dengtian Pavilion on the top of the mountain.Dengtian Pavilion is the highest place in Beijing with the best view.Standing in the Tiantian Pavilion, you can see the whole capital city.

After ascending the Tianting Pavilion is the mausoleum of the ancestors of the royal family. The entire mausoleum faces the most majestic and magnificent imperial palace in the center of the capital.

"When our ancestors built this mausoleum, they wanted to see with their own eyes how his descendants passed on the Chengtian Dynasty from generation to generation, and how they managed the Chengtian Dynasty in a smooth and rich manner. But they didn't Thinking about it, what he saw most was how every generation of descendants tried their best to kill each other for the throne." The deep noise was as clear and sweet as mountain spring water under the silent night sky.

(End of this chapter)