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Yangxin Hall, the emperor's bedroom.

Xuanyuan Jing sat upright and knocked the signal on the table.

"Dong dong..."

A dark blue figure flashed past, and Jia Fifteen knelt down respectfully:

"Old slave, come and see the Emperor!"

"On the 15th, there is no need to report Zhao Wujiang's whereabouts from now on."

The empress had a majestic look on her face, and she rubbed her fingers.

She didn't know when she got into Zhao Wujiang's habit of rubbing her fingers frequently when she was thinking.

Of course, it's not like a fly rubs his hands.

"Old slave, you obey!" Jia Fifteen's voice was loud.

The empress nodded: "Go down."

"yes!"

The breeze blew through the room, and Jia Shiwen disappeared.

The empress sat on the chair, her eyes twinkling. The reason why she did not let the Long Yin Guards monitor Zhao Wujiang anymore was because she did not want something like yesterday to happen again, which would cause misunderstandings about Zhao Wujiang and create a rift between the two.

Her eyes trembled slightly when she thought of how Zhao Wujiang had spent all his energy to seal her heart last night in order to prevent the invasion of Loulan Gu insects.

Zhao Wujiang's face was already pale at that time. Just when she frowned and felt a little heartbroken, by coincidence, the impatient Dugu Mingyue broke into the room again. In desperation, he made Zhao Wujiang suffer again and favored Dugu Ming for her.

Yue.

Two hours, just two hours, the favor was over.

The empress knew that Zhao Wujiang must be tired. It was Zhao Wujiang who worked hard to seal her heart and lost too much energy.

It's me, I'm wrong...

When the empress thought that she had doubted Zhao Wujiang indiscriminately and hurt Zhao Wujiang with words, she felt so guilty that she tossed and turned last night.

Now that the order to monitor Zhao Wujiang was lifted, she relaxed and exhaled slowly, her expression becoming peaceful.

...

The sky is bright and the shadows are deep.

This is another palace that has gone through the ages. When you open the door of the palace and step into it, you will feel like you are in an ancient forest. As far as you can see, there are lush forests.

If the fruits produced by the ancient trees were not rotting human corpses hanging upside down, this hall would definitely look quiet and pleasant.

The two old men carrying bamboo baskets held bamboo poles and shuttled among the ancient trees, knocking on the human corpses that were riddled with flesh and blood and rotting. Small white insects were densely packed in the flesh and blood.

"Did you arrive at the palace safely on the 10th yesterday?"

"After it was sent in, it was escorted by its future host."

"Huh? What's your identity?"

"The young eunuch who succeeded Chen Chenghua seems to be called... Zhao Wujiang."

"Hmph, is a little eunuch worthy of being the host of No. 10?"

"Temporarily, he will become No. 10's flesh and blood Gu food to nourish No. 10. In a short period of time, he will still have some effect."

"Then this little eunuch has enjoyed this blessing from God."

"In addition...the people hidden in Honglu Temple and the Six Divisions can be left waiting for opportunities."

"Once the Moon Worshiping Princess dies, the diplomatic relations between the two countries will collapse, but when and where she dies are also particularly important."

"Don't worry, they will plan it."

"..."

"Who's coming?"

"Go and have a look."

Two old men with hunched backs, dressed in blue and purple clothes, walked towards the main gate of the hall holding bamboo poles.

A person stepped through the door, wearing a jade-like white robe and a silk hat. His elegance was revealed as he walked.

The old man's old eyes showed a look of shock and surprise, and his body trembled and he knelt down:

"See my lord!"

"Get up." The man in white robe helped the old man up:

"You two have had a hard time these days."

"It is a blessing for both of us, old man, to be able to serve the Lord." The old man bent his back and looked extremely respectful.

The man in white robe walked towards the depths of the forest, and the door was slammed shut.

The piled fallen leaves were trampled, and the forest was so deep that one could not hear it carefully. Only the low hum of people could be heard floating in the distance.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky must stand.
Chapter completed!