The guards who were about to approach Lin Bingqian hesitated slightly. They didn't dare to touch that child.
Xi Jian Yunchen frowned in disgust, not even bothering to look at her.
He turned around and said to Li Feng beside him: "Draft the posthumous edict immediately!"
The guards around him were stunned when they heard this. Although they knew that the emperor did not like the queen, they did not expect that the deposed queen would come so quickly.
Lin Bingqian immediately stopped crying and looked at Xi Jian Yunchen with wide eyes in shock.
Li Feng already knew what Xijian Yunchen was thinking, so he took out the pen and inkstone he had prepared and was about to start writing.
"Your Majesty," Lin Bingqian held her child in despair and crawled in front of him: "What did I do wrong?"
She tried to grab his trousers: "Why do you do this to my concubine?"
There was sadness and a hint of questioning in his tone.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xijian Yunchen's lips, and he knelt down and looked at the pitiful face in front of him that looked like a pear blossom in the rain.