The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 125 Xuanwu Mianjun
The Palace of Qianzheng is not very far from Zhao Prison, but it is definitely not close. Xi Yu’s time to go back and forth is almost the same as what is going to be played today, and the rest only needs to be presented and handed over to Approved by Her Majesty the Queen.

Before the matter was settled, Feng Yu was not considered to be guilty, and because he was injured, Her Majesty did not let him kneel all the time, but let him return to his position.

If the injured Suzaku King fainted above the main hall, then things would be easy to play.

So when Xi Yu came back, the eyes of the courtiers standing neatly on both sides all fell on King Xuanwu at the same time.

King Xuanwu walked in after Xi Yu step by step.

No shackles, but he looks terrible.

The black robe was neatly dressed, but the hair was dripping wet. The long black hair was not tied up with a hair crown, but was scattered behind the back, soaked in sweat, strand by strand, and the whole person looked Haggard and weak.

Those who are well-informed know that he was tortured by the Queen, but only after seeing him like this did they really understand how badly he was hurt.

It's not hot, but cold sweat from pain.

All of a sudden, the ministers looked at each other, and the old fox who had experienced wind and rain could not help but feel a little emotional.

Looking at him like this, Luo Ting, Feng Yu and Rong Qian's expressions suddenly changed.

They both grew up together, and no one knows better than them how persevering Mo Yan is. If it's an ordinary injury or pain, he can act like a normal person and won't show it at all.

This appearance can only show that his injury is really serious, to the point where he has no way to hide it.

Mo Yan ignored everyone's gaze, and knelt down about ten steps away from the palace steps: "I see you, Your Majesty."

His voice was hoarse, his movements were stiff, but his expression did not change at all.

Qin Shu looked at his face, and breathed a sigh of relief. Paleness and everything are fine, as long as there is no fever, it is easy to say anything.

Her Majesty's brows and eyes were faint: "King Xuanwu still has nothing to say?"

What does it mean?
Luo Tingfengyu's face was pale, and she looked up at Her Majesty the Empress in disbelief.

Your Majesty is trying to beat him into a trick?

Or Mo Yan has already confessed to the crime, so he has nothing to say?
As soon as he thought about it, he saw Mo Yan raised his head and said calmly, "I have never sent anyone to assassinate Your Majesty."

King Xuanwu denied the crime, so... His Majesty really wants to beat him up?

Zuo Xiangdan said: "But the assassin made a confession..."

Rong Qian said distractedly: "The assassin will do whatever he says, so if he testifies that he is a leftist, wouldn't the person kneeling here now become a leftist?"

The corners of Her Majesty's mouth twitched slightly.

The left minister's eyes suddenly turned cold: "The right minister speaks carefully."

Rong Qian smiled coldly: "Such a big crime is being charged on King Xuanwu's head, what kind of heart is Zuo Xiangan?"

Mo Yan let the two of them quarrel and remained silent.

Su Ning interjected: "Two prime ministers, the most important thing now is to find out whether what the assassin said is true or not. How about letting him go to the palace to confront King Xuanwu?"

General Mu said calmly: "Master Yong, don't you know where you are standing? Anyone can come to this kind of place?"

Needless to say a lowly assassin, even an ordinary wealthy family would find it difficult to stand in the court.

Qin Shu glanced at Su Ning, and said calmly: "The assassin couldn't survive the torture in prison, so he died."

(End of this chapter)