The Harem's Favorite Maid Raiders

Chapter 431 Fortunately, it's all over

"Yang Meiren died suddenly—"

An Huai's voice was long and drawn out. Han Yumin's Yulan Pavilion was far away from Caiyue Hall, and it seemed that they all heard An Huai's announcement.

The hand that was pruning the branches and leaves of the flowers stopped suddenly, and said, "Why does my chest feel stuffy?"

Aunt Chun was on the side, and said softly, "Master, An Huai has gone to Caiyue Palace..."

Han Yumin gave a faint "Oh".

Yesterday, after Jiang Meng left, he was furious and kept silent. He sat in the Qian'an Hall, the atmosphere was so dull and suffocating, he held the memorial in his hand, but he couldn't see it, he just kept knocking on it. On his forehead, he rubbed his temples vigorously.

Han Yumin stepped forward, pulled away his finger that was still resting on the temple, then moved the finger up by himself, rubbed it lightly a few times, and said: "Your Majesty, read the memorial carefully, and this concubine is here to serve you."

"Hey, you..." Jiang Meng hurried to hold her hand, "It's better to say goodbye, and I... can't see it either."

"What?" Han Yumin put her hand in Jiang Meng's palm, and she could feel that Jiang Meng's palm was already wet with sweat, so she frowned, "Because... Are you distracted by the matter in place?"

"En." Jiang Meng lowered his head and sighed, "I thought, although Yang Meiren committed a capital crime, but their Yang family, after all, was a great hero of the Qian Dynasty. , I thought, even if I don't favor her, I still want her to spend the rest of her life in peace, but..."

"..."

Han Yumin didn't speak, but just grabbed his hand and exerted more strength. At this moment, she could feel that Jiang Mengzhen was really treating a woman who had committed a capital crime with her heart.

It was also at this moment that she finally understood that it was a correct decision for her to choose to kill Yang Nianliu.

So she tilted her head and listened to Jiang Meng continue to say: "It's just that the queen mother just passed away, and she just dressed like that. I really... can't help the anger in my heart!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Meng was so angry that sparks almost burst out of his eyes.

His broad palm slammed hard on the table, making a loud "pop" sound.

"Hey, Your Majesty, don't, don't, don't hurt your body because of this." Seeing this, Han Yumin quickly grabbed Jiang Meng's hand and said, "If there's anything, let's solve it, just solve it." .”

"I really want to tear her into pieces!" He took a long breath and gritted his teeth, "She has done so many things, she has hurt so many people, I am thinking of my old love not to give her death, Not to say, how kind I am, I am..."

When it came to this, Jiang Meng couldn't continue.

But Han Yumin knew why he couldn't continue.

Not giving Yang Nianliu to death was not because of his kindness, that's right, but because he didn't want everyone in the world to think that he was an immoral and nostalgic emperor.

Although the Yang family committed a capital crime, everything he had done to Qian Dynasty was enough to make the emperor show mercy.

Therefore, Jiang Meng did not kill the young lady of the Yang family.

But now, it is impossible not to kill.

But there are not many people who know the truth, explaining to one or two people is called explaining, and if it is explained to the entire court, it is a big deal to explain to the whole world.

Moreover, even if the entire imperial court is very calm now, there is still a kind of force that is about to move inside. How to deal with these forces needs to be cautious.

Any little thing, casually, will be the fuse that triggers a "war".

Therefore, Jiang Mengchai was worried.

Han Yumin looked at his tightly frowning brows, chuckled lightly, and said, "What is the emperor afraid of? Give her death, give her a higher status, and bury her in the imperial mausoleum, isn't it all right?"

"Bah!" Jiang Meng spat bitterly, "Bury her in the imperial tomb? I'm afraid my ancestors will be dirty!"

"Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense." Han Yumin pouted, and said, "I don't want to keep people who have committed capital crimes, and I want to silence the people of the world, what else does the Emperor want to do? I want to get one, You must give up the other, there is no reason to occupy both, even if you are the emperor, there is no good thing to occupy yourself." As she spoke, she poked her like teasing a child. He poked Jiang Meng's face and smiled sweetly, "Your Majesty, do you think it makes sense?"

"Right."

Jiang Meng nodded thoughtfully.

As long as it is suicide.

As long as it is, violent death.

The two looked at each other meaningfully, then called An Huai, said a few words to him, then lowered their heads, and read the memorial carefully.

Han Yumin stood beside him quietly, looking at him with his head tilted, looking serious.

The sun was very good, and the thin bright light penetrated in and sprinkled on Jiang Meng's handsome side face, which was very beautiful.

His eyelashes were so long, so dark, and his eyes were so big.

Many times, Han Yumin hoped that time would stop like this, and that would be the best.

Time is still, she can look at him quietly like this, and stay by his side quietly, the years are quiet, this is what she has been dreaming about all her life.

Unfortunately, in reality, this is not the case.

Whenever she wants to give all of her sincerity, her mind is filled with those sad days when she was in the cold palace, and those memories that she has almost been sealed. In a big fire, she cried and was taken away by Aunt Chun, watching her mother being burned to death...

These memories are engraved in her mind and heart like this. When she doesn't think about it, she can calm down a little. Once she thinks about it, she will almost be driven crazy.

In many nights, she used to look at the man lying next to her with gentleness, and then, feeling her gentle eyes, became vicious.

After one night, she had to pretend that nothing happened, and live the rest of the day peacefully.

However, the torment in her heart had already made her so tired that her whole heart was scarred.

Thoughts were pulled back again.

What she saw in front of her were small white flowers in a vase. Han Yumin was stunned for a moment, and then began to carefully cut off the extra branches and leaves of the flowers bit by bit.

"looks good?"

"Return to master, let's see."

"Well, everything that needs to be cut has been cut... Everyone can sleep peacefully."

Aunt Chun nodded, picked up Chu'er, who was speaking vaguely, and the two went to play in the yard.

The weather is great.

Han Yumin touched her stomach—it's been three months.

For the past three months, I have been cautious and trembling. Now, the most difficult three months have finally passed.

The most difficult winter has passed.

(End of this chapter)