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Chapter 1 The Little Maid of the Clothes Bureau (4)

Hearing the elegant voice, Ah Jiu let out a deep sigh in his heart and retracted the spell he was about to use.

She turned her body slightly to avoid most of the force of the clothespin, letting it slide past her shoulders.

And as a result, she had to lean backwards, causing herself to fall firmly into the laundry pool.

As the cold river water squeezed in from all directions, Ah Jiu inevitably took a big sip of water, and a feeling of suffocation immediately enveloped her...

The moment before unconsciousness, Ah Jiu thought helplessly:

It seems that the injury that the third sister left to her is not so easy to heal. If she were to be knocked unconscious by a shadow, would she laugh out loud at the young people on Crow Mountain?



At midnight, the Qinzheng Hall was still as bright as day.

The fall of King Su not only allowed He Boyu to secure his position as Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it also brought him a huge workload...

It is necessary to appease the old ministers in the court, to pursue the remnants of King Su's party, to deal with the flooding of the Yellow River that occurs almost every year, and to reshuffle the layout of the court...

All in all, he wouldn't be able to get a full night's sleep for at least two months.

One by one, he opened and reviewed the memorials on his desk. In the end, he either approved them, rejected them, or left them unpublished. He handled each one just right.

And in front of his dragon case, there was a man kneeling, his head hung heavily, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Finally, after reviewing a memorial, He Bayu finally thought of him.

So, she raised her eyelids, glanced at him, and said lightly: "Tell me, what happened tonight?"

Hearing that he was finally allowed to speak, He Wu secretly wiped his hands with cold sweat and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this subordinate is guilty."

Simply throwing the pen aside, He Bayu clasped his hands, put his chin, looked down at He Wu in front of him and snorted coldly: "I didn't ask you to come here to hear these words from you."

He Wu swallowed and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. What happened this time was due to my carelessness. I didn't expect... I didn't expect them to move so fast?"

"them?"

He Boyu raised his eyebrows.

"Suppress the king's remaining party?"

He Wu hurriedly shook his head: "No. It has nothing to do with King Su. It's... the palace maid named Su Ya."

"Simple and elegant?"

He Bayu frowned, feeling that the name was very familiar, and couldn't help but look at He Wu again.

"Did she want to kill her? Why?"

"To be precise, it's not her who wants to kill her, it's just something related to her."

He Wu's words made He Boyu laugh angrily. He slammed the table and snorted: "Are you... asking me to guess lantern riddles? How brave you are!"

He Wu was so frightened that he stopped hesitating to speak.

"No, that Su Ya used to be Gu Cai Ren's dowry maid and was recognized as an unlucky person. Because of this, Gu Cai Ren drove her to the Clothing Bureau, because any palace maid who came close to her would die within three days.

It was an injury. I didn’t expect that just one day later..."

"Shut up!" Hearing He Wu's words, He Boyu didn't wait for him to finish speaking, then smashed an inkstone on the table to interrupt him, saying coldly.

"You can even tell me the reason for this kind of strange power and chaos. Go, go to the Shenwu Sect and get twenty whips, and then come back and give me an answer!"

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty hasn't finished speaking yet! Please let me finish speaking before you deal with me!"
Chapter completed!
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