Li Keqing took out an imperial edict from his arms and threw it in front of me. I didn't even look at it. Feng Yin still handed it to him from my hand. How could I not know?
The original plan had long been turned into a mess amidst the turbulent changes.
I never could have imagined that my attempt to annihilate him in one fell swoop to gain his trust would become a small obstacle for me today.
It's just small.
"The harem is not allowed to discuss politics, don't you know, Li Keqing?
I am standing here alive, and you say that I died in battle, so you know that I deserve to be punished for my crime, and that I colluded with the queen, and even formed a clique for personal gain. Even if you have nine tribes, it is not enough!"
"Kou Wanqing, I never knew that you were so cute when you refused to admit your fault and acted like a fool. It's a pity, it's a pity.
I'm no longer interested in you, and I own this country, what kind of beauty can't I have?"
Li Keqing lay lazily on the dragon chair, suddenly thought of something, and added:
"Oh, by the way, there are many women like Jiang Wuhua in the world. I don't even want you. If you are interested in her, keep it for yourself. What else can you threaten me with now?"
"What nonsense are you talking to this kind of person?"
Situ Quan lost his patience, probably because he felt nauseated and turned his stomach, so he wanted to make a quick decision.
Li Keqing laughed wildly:
"Kou Wanqing, if you are too into theater, I can help you start a theater troupe.
I love playing so-and-so, but you really don’t look like Yelu Zihan’s appearance. Originally, I thought he would really come today, so I kept waiting for him to come.
Hey, I’m really disappointed. If you don’t want to leave and want to see me hold the coronation ceremony, I don’t mind either.”
"Who said he is not the emperor?"
The graceful and moving voice floated far away in the quiet conversation between Li Keqing and I, like a wisp of string music, adding a touch of warmth to the cold atmosphere of late autumn.
Everyone looked at the visitor with unison.
The plum-dyed palace attire made the person look graceful and luxurious. A woman walked the palace steps in an orderly manner and calmly entered the "Kunluan Hall" where no political discussions were allowed in the harem.
She was still determined to die.
Looking at Guo Qingyun following her, I think I probably understood what was going on.
This woman, who usually seemed unfazed by favors and humiliations and had nothing to do with matters, but weighed heavily in her heart, actually came to the political hall with the determination to die.
I can't tell how many times I've met this woman, but did she also deeply love Yelu Zihan?
But after the emperor's love made her give up, the only thing she could do was to stand closest to him, but she didn't dare to hope for love anymore!
Concubine Ping walked up to me gracefully and gave me a standard gift.
"I, my concubine, see you, Your Majesty. Long live my Emperor!"
"My beloved concubine is still alive."
Xu gave Concubine Ping a hand.
"My dearest concubine, this is an important military area. Please retreat first."
Li Keqing held on to it and wouldn't let go.
"Really? You just said that the harem is not allowed to interfere with politics, so how should Concubine Ping's guilt be determined?"
Before I answered, Concubine Ping said one step ahead of me:
"What General Li said is ridiculous. Since General Li used the Queen's decree as an excuse, he also meant that the emperor is not the emperor.
As the emperor's wife and concubine, how can I not come and tell the general something?"
Concubine Ping, one by one, confirmed Li Keqing's crimes of seeking power and usurping the throne one by one.
The plot is clear and convincing, and Concubine Ping's father is somewhat majestic in the court.