After being expelled from the palace, she returned with her cub and amazed the whole city

Nangong Zeyue's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Of course, let the emperor take a look first, and then kill him."

He kept in mind Yue Niang's instructions and set up a persona for himself. He first killed Mo Ziyan's prestige and let those ministers who were fence-sitters know that he was not easy to bully.

Nangong Zeyue had arranged for people to go out and spread the word. He wanted to let the people of the entire Liang Kingdom know that he was back.

He was so prosperous along the way, and the people were looking forward to and enthusiastic about his return, which moved him very much.

He learned from Gong Xishuo that the reason why the people were so enthusiastic about him was inseparable from the queen's efforts over the years.

After the queen lost her beloved son, she went to the temple to pray for blessings and alms every once in a while, and countless people had received her favor.

Some envoys felt that the eldest prince was too ostentatious to come back like this, and they were secretly scared, fearing that they would be assassinated again at night.

However, the nights back in the capital were unusually quiet. Although there were no assassins, they still didn't sleep well.

The capital of Liang State was built in Yunmeng City.

When the news reached Yunmeng City, Mo Ziyan was so angry that he smashed the study.

The people sent out were killed in batches, and only a few came back to report the news.

The guards outside the study shook their heads when they heard the sound of porcelain falling in the room.

"Your Highness, calm down. The eldest prince will enter the palace soon. It's useless for you to be angry. You should think of a countermeasure quickly." The personal guard in the room advised tremblingly.

"Waste, a bunch of waste, can't even kill a powerless person." Mo Ziyan said, grabbing the inkstone on the table and smashing it.

The guard plucked up the courage to say, "Don't worry, Third Prince. His identity has yet to be ascertained. Those corrupt officials' words are not enough. Who knows where they got a fake from?"

Mo Ziyan's eyes lit up, "Yes! I was confused by the Nanzhao Kingdom and those trash. None of them are useful."

"That's right. As long as he can't pass the blood test, no matter who he is, he has to go back to where he came from!"

Mo Ziyan gently put down the inkstone, with a triumphant smile on his face.

My father's health is getting weaker and weaker. There are spies everywhere in the palace. The queen's every move is under his surveillance. I don't think he, a person with no foundation and unknown origin, can accomplish anything.

Mo Ziyan thought for a while and walked quickly towards the harem.

In Yongchun Palace, a beautiful woman in light and gorgeous clothes was lazily lying on the chaise longue.

Because she was lying on her side, her clothes were half open, her breasts were half exposed, and her snow-white skin was like white jade.

The beautiful woman was about thirty years old, beautiful as a flower, with a curvy figure, flowing eyes, and a mature and seductive charm.

The so-called natural charm refers to beauties like her.

She was none other than Mo Ziyan's biological mother, Concubine Lan, and also the princess sent by Nanzhao to Liang.

In front of the concubine's chair, a tall man knelt down to report to her the battle situation between Nanzhao and Wanling.

The beautiful woman stared at the man in front of her with her charming eyebrows and asked: "Has the south said when to fight again?"

The man raised his eyes, and his eyes greedily stayed on the exposed chest.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "I have inquired with the general. Nanzhao suffered heavy losses. The soldiers need to rest for a while. There is no plan to send troops for the time being."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Concubine Lan had a soul-stirring smile in her eyes, and her green onion-like hand reached out to the man's face.

The slender fingers were painted with bright red nail polish, and the jade fingers stroked the man's long thick eyebrows, gently stroked the straight nose bridge, and finally stopped at the elastic sexy lips and rubbed back and forth.

Concubine Lan's beautiful eyes fell on the man, as if she was appreciating a painting, and the possessiveness she inadvertently revealed was like looking at her beloved pet.

The man in front of her had handsome features like sculptures, with sharp edges and corners, and a strong and upright body like an eagle on the grassland. He exuded the unique charm of men all over his body.

Especially the look in his eyes when he looked at her, as if he wanted to swallow her alive. Concubine Lan liked his unconcealed fiery eyes.

A wisp of fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, and the beauty was lying in front of her. The man's blood had already been aroused and swollen, like a beast ready to go.

When the soft hand touched his Adam's apple, she suddenly grabbed the jade hand and put it on her face.

The man looked up into the palace and saw that there were no maids close to him. He held the tender hand and kissed it.

"Han Nu, come on, I have sent all the maids away." Concubine Lan's other hand was wrapped around Han Nu's neck like a spirit snake.

"Princess, I have not seen you for a few days. Today I will serve you well."

Han Nu lowered his head and kissed the seductive red lips, rubbing them.

A pair of rough hands moved up and down, and the beauty's panting came to his ears.

The gauze rolled over the fragrant shoulders, revealing the spring scenery.

Han Nu whispered, "Princess, you are so beautiful, you are like the blazing fire of our Nanzhao, fragrant and crisp, making me dream."

Han Nu's voice was hoarse, and the hot kiss went down along the snow-white neck. Concubine Lan enjoyed the man's passion. In a moment, the whole person collapsed on the chaise longue.

Among the guards sent by Nanzhao, she liked Han Nu the most. He was handsome and mighty, young and strong. Unlike other warriors, he was gentle and delicate, and knew how to combine strength and softness.

Concubine Lan's eyes were blurred, and she panted: "Slave, carry me inside."

Han Nu's eyes were full of lust and desire, and he had been ignited by the beauty in his arms.

He tightened his hands, his knees were off the ground, and Concubine Lan's arms were wrapped around his neck.

He embraced the soft and fragrant beauty and walked into the palace with big strides, leaving the princess lying on the chaise longue in a messy dress.

Outside the bedroom, several palace maids stood with their hands down, they were all the confidants of Concubine Lan.

They knew very well that Han Nu served the concubine.

Every time Han Nu came to Yongchun Palace, it would take at least an hour or a whole night, and the palace maids who served her closely were used to it.

Their duty was to stay outside and not let anyone in to disturb them.

In the bedroom, the gauze curtains were like being blown by the spring breeze, rippling.

The two of them were like a long drought meeting sweet dew, embracing each other.

Han Nu was like a loyal servant, going through fire and water, obeying the princess in every way, and letting the princess do whatever she wanted.

Then he was like a warrior on the battlefield, galloping on his horse, and he seemed to be getting braver and braver.

The room was in full swing.

Outside the palace, Mo Ziyan hurried over and saw the maids standing outside the bedroom. She scolded them coldly, "Why are you all here? Who will serve my mother?"

How could the maids dare to tell the truth that Han Nu was serving in the inner hall.

They knelt down in a hurry, "Your Highness, please stay. The queen is sleeping. The maids are afraid of disturbing the queen, so they are serving outside."

Mo Ziyan paused, "This, it's time to sleep!"

A clever maid said quickly, "The queen was worried about the war between Nanzhao and Wanling last night. She couldn't sleep all night. She was tired after breakfast today."

The maid secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Mo Ziyan's face, "If the prince has nothing important, you can come to see the queen later."

Mo Ziyan hesitated, "Forget it, I'll go to the front hall and wait. I'll inform my mother when she wakes up."

The maid in charge winked at the two maids beside her.

The two maids nodded slightly and followed in small steps to serve.

After about half an hour, the maid in charge estimated that the work inside should be done. After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth and turned to the inner hall.

The maid stopped at the door of the bedroom and pricked up her ears. There was no sound of lovemaking in the inner hall.

I don’t know what Han Nu was saying or doing, but I can hear bursts of laughter from the imperial concubine. The laughter was cheerful and cheerful, which showed that she was in a very good mood today.

The maid in charge coughed heavily and reported: "Madam, the third prince wants to see you."