Ye Zhao didn't care about such rumors at all. As long as Wan Ge could be with her.

It's better to have such a bad reputation, so no one will think of sending his daughter to the harem. Otherwise, others will say that a certain adult pushed his daughter into the fire pit even though he knew it was a fire pit.

This will reduce the possibility.

But where is his little Ge'er now?

In the first morning court after Ye Zhao returned to the palace, all the ministers were asking Ye Zhao to bury the queen.

Your Majesty burned the queen's body with fire, and now the body is in the urn. When does Your Majesty plan to bury the body?

"Who to bury?" Ye Zhao supported his head with one hand, staring at the young marquis.

Jing'an Marquis did not come to the court because he was too sad to lose his daughter and fell ill, but the young marquis could not escape.

Ye Zhao's eyes made the young marquis' back cold. Why did His Majesty's question always make him feel that His Majesty seemed to know something? Impossible!

How could His Majesty know when he did such a good job? It shouldn't be possible, right?

Other ministers who didn't know the reason immediately answered: "Of course it's the Queen."

Ye Zhao snorted coldly: "I said, she is not the Queen."

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally chose to remain silent, but in their hearts they thought that it was over. His Majesty was really crazy and still unwilling to accept the reality.

The matter of burial was still not resolved in the end.

When Ye Zhao was heading to the Queen's bedroom, he suddenly felt a familiar breath.

The next second, he was caught in a corner by a man in black, and a sword was pressed against his neck: "Let Mu Qingzhou go."

Ye Zhao didn't have a trace of fear on his face, and the secret guards around him also sensed the danger, but Ye Zhao made a move that they all understood.

Ye Zhao told them not to move and not to do anything.

"Why? Do you care about him? Do you want to save him? You even exposed yourself to save him."

Ye Zhao grabbed Wan Ge's shoulders with both hands and looked directly into his eyes: "I didn't know that my queen was so skilled that she could sneak into the palace alone."

Wan Ge was surprised for a moment, but then she thought that there was nothing to be surprised about, so she pulled down her veil: "I said I don't like him."

"So what are you doing now?"

"I thought you didn't recognize that it wasn't me, and I don't know how to get back to you."

"So you want to use the current method? No, you don't, you just want to save Mu Qingzhou. He wants to kill the king, he wants to kill me, and Xiao Ge'er actually wants to save him."

Ye Zhao's hand holding her shoulder became stronger and stronger, until Wan Ge took a breath of cold air because of the pain, and Ye Zhao also saw the blood flowing from her shoulder, and then he let go immediately.

"Are you injured?"

Wan Ge looked at him, still caring about her. No matter what happened, his first reaction was to care about her injury: "I got hurt when I fell off the cliff."

Ye Zhao was silent.

Wan Ge spoke again: "I didn't do the assassination. It's true that I fell off the cliff. It's true that I didn't want to leave you. I will explain to you about the substitute."

"Then you explain."

Wan Ge looked at him and spoke slowly: "I was very scared when I first entered the palace, so I wanted to leave you, but I couldn't just leave, so I thought of this way."

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