Later... the emperor was sent to Northern Xinjiang to serve as a hostage for four years. After he came back, he could not find any shadow of his past.
Back then, the little prince whose eyes were full of innocence only had unfathomable and vicious eyes, his temper became violent, he killed people at every turn, and he became even more gloomy.
He completely sealed himself off so that outsiders could not see through any of his thoughts, and even the truest clarity was obliterated.
But today... he clearly felt the emperor's anger, truly real.
It is different from the previous violence that seemed angry but not angry.
Can this Princess Beiyue from Northern Xinjiang really change his emperor?
Jiang Yuan suddenly remembered another Eunuch An. The man who went to announce the decree with a high arrogance had a similar appearance to the An Hui in front of him. He was probably a brother.
An Hai led Jiang Yuan to the side hall, which is next door to the main hall. "Xiao Yuanzi, you will live here from now on, so that it will be convenient for the emperor to summon you."
Jiang Yuan nodded.
After looking around for a while, I saw a bed, a table, and four chairs, which were quite clean.
She doesn't have many requirements for where she lives, as long as it's comfortable.
Now that she is still under someone else's roof, she can take things as they come.
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Qi Xuan flipped through the memorial, but after flipping through it so many times, he could not read a single word. Instead, a face that should not appear always appeared in his mind.
"Pa—" Another cup shattered and fell to the ground.
The people waiting on both sides were all holding their breath, not daring to take a breath.
Today is already the tenth cup.
It's okay that it's a cup, because if the emperor gets angry, he will directly kill someone, and everyone is afraid that misfortune will happen to them.
"Where's the tea?" He wanted to drink a cup of tea to relieve his anger, but there was nothing in hand, and murderous anger immediately surged up.
A cup of tea trembled non-stop as it was slowly handed to Qi Xuan Zuo, and his voice trembled like a mosquito's cry.