My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 87

Inside Fengqi Palace, Ji Ling picked up his teacup and took a sip. Even though he was over forty years old, the smile on his still magnificent face was completely gone, and his eyes were icy cold.

At this time, there was the sound of saluting from outside the hall, and he turned his eyes slightly sideways, and his eyes fell on the fat middle-aged man who came overnight.

The man walked into the room, with anxious sweat on his forehead, and saluted Ji Ling. "How could this King Han be poisoned at such a critical moment? The frontier war is urgent, and there are not a few officials in the court who support the expedition. This poisoning will definitely cause disputes. I am afraid the crown prince will be blamed!"

Ji Ling frowned, and placed the teacup in annoyance, using too much force, splashing water everywhere. "Could it be that Xuan'er hasn't given up on Hua Rumo yet? It shouldn't be possible. Xuan'er has always been thoughtful and rigorous in doing things. Even if he wanted to get Hua Rumo, he would not poison Hua Rumo on such an occasion."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement, his eyes froze for a moment, as if thinking of something, "I guess this was directed and acted by King Han himself! Don't stay!"

Ji Ling rubbed the corners of his eyes, the gold and silver phoenix hairpins on his hair reflected the candlelight all over the hall and shone a cold dark light, his fingers covered with jewels curled up slightly, and there was a trace of nostalgic and tired expression on his face. "I often dream of Concubine Nuan in my dreams. She is a lively and clever woman. It's not her fault... It's just that this palace is bound to win the master of the harem, and the throne must belong to Xuan'er!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help shivering when he saw the expression on Ji Ling's face that had turned cold in vain.The grievances and resentments in the red wall palace, everything is right and wrong, and the open and secret struggles among the concubines are actually a war without gunpowder.

The cold and clean ground, the faint candlelight, is frighteningly cold.

In the bedroom of the prince of the Northern Kingdom Palace, the lights are brightly lit, and the candlelight on the table is bright, hitting Yue Mengman's delicate and beautiful face, his watery eyes drooping like ink, and his wing-like eyelashes lightly. Trembling, there are a few crystal drops of water hanging on it, and an emotion called sadness overflows from the eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Yue Mengman, you should be very clear why the crown princess came here, what you should do and what you shouldn't do, don't think that with your father in court, I dare not touch you." Junmei flashed across her mind. The unparalleled man's eyes were full of anger, and his face was as cold as ice. Ying Yixuan had always shown others with a gentle and refined face, and he had never seen him so cold and violent.

"Then tell me, what should I do? What should I not do?"

Ying Yixuan smiled coldly, his deep black eyes were like thousands of years of ice, and his indifferent gaze passed over Yue Mengman with a frightening cold light. "If I remember correctly, the lady who disappeared in the Eastern Palace ten days ago was named Yu'er?"

When he saw the woman's pupils suddenly dilated, a line of disgust flashed across his eyes. "I chose you as my concubine. You will be honored with glory, wealth, fame and fortune. You will not be treated badly. In the future, you will be a person who wants to be respected by the mother. As long as you want to do things that are not out of line, then do it. But there is one thing, you must Remember, don't pay attention to Hua Rumo, this palace can make you sit in the position of the crown princess, and then I can pull you down again."

Luye looked at her master distressedly, took the handkerchief and leisurely turned around and handed it to her, but got a slap in the face.

"Bastard! Even you think I'm ridiculous and pitiful! I'm obviously his concubine, why...why..." Dou Da's teardrops flowed down the cheeks slowly, hitting the noble Chinese clothes, and falling A small flower blooming in an ironic arc.

It seems that until this time, she did not understand what her mother said to her before she got married.

——It’s rare for a woman who enters the palace to be confused. Some things pass by with one eye closed. The most important thing for you is the throne in the sixth house.

The flowers are like ink all night, until the crescent moon lights up in the sky, and then I fall into a dream in a daze.

(End of this chapter)