OBS Chapter 1135: At this time, Li Changde dared to come in and report
Chapter 1135: At this time, Li Changde dared to come in and report
Shen Zhinian's voice was not filled with anger or fear, but with a kind of amusement that seemed to be seeing through everything: "Oh? Intestines pierced and stomach ruptured?"
She repeated the four words softly, with the ending tone rising slightly, with a hint of creepy interest, as if she was savoring something new and interesting.
"Liu Shixiu...has found a unique home for me."
Although she was surrounded by a strong guard, with Fuqiu, Handan, Tang Luochuan and others checking on her, and her diet and daily life were all regulated, even if Shen Nanqiao had ten poison hairpins, it would be impossible for her to get close and poison her.
But what Shen Nanqiao was going to do actually added some interest to the game of chess.
Shen Zhinian tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his face.
The flickering light of torches in the distance illuminated her eyes that shone faintly in the darkness. Deep in her eyes was the coldness of a cold pond, and a hint of... the joy of a hunter seeing his prey finally fall into the trap.
Lin Wan couldn't help but call out, "My Lady..."
"understood."
Shen Zhinian's voice returned to calm, even with a hint of laziness.
It was as if what he had just heard was not a murder plan against him, but an insignificant matter.
Royal Concubine Chen did not ask any questions or doubts, but showed a calmness that seemed to be in control of the overall situation.
Lin Wan's nerves, which had been tense to the extreme, suddenly relaxed. A feeling of exhaustion as if she had survived a disaster instantly swept through her body, making her almost unable to stand.
She made the right bet!
What Royal Concubine Chen wanted was never a tearful expression of gratitude, but tangible bargaining chips.
She found out that Liu Shixiu's most vicious killing move was the token of her surrender to the Ministry of Rites!
"My wife, please retire."
Lin Wan bowed deeply, her voice filled with fatigue after the dust settled, but it also sounded like she had lifted a heavy burden.
She said no more, wrapped her cloak tightly around her, and quickly disappeared into the darkness, as if she had never appeared.
Shen Zhinian also left quietly.
The warm fragrance in the tent was slightly diluted by the chill of late autumn.
As soon as Shen Zhinian took off her cloak, Handan's face turned red with anger, like a cat with its fur standing on end. Her voice even rose high: "Young Miss...how dare she bring poison to harm the queen?!"
"She is really crazy! Is she really that brave?!"
Although Fuqiu also had a solemn expression, she was more composed.
She looked at Shen Zhinian worriedly: "My Lady, that poison hairpin... How should we defend ourselves from it?"
Shen Zhinian did not answer immediately.
She walked to the window, slightly lifted a corner of the heavy curtain, and her eyes penetrated the darkness and fell on the bright yellow tent deep in the camp that symbolized imperial power.
The campfire was jumping in the distance, reflected in her quiet eyes like two deep cold stars.
Shen Nanqiao, a foolish woman who was completely bewitched by hatred and her lover, was nothing to be afraid of.
Shen Zhinian was thinking about something else.
Liu Shixiu and the Duke Dingguo's Mansion... What kind of situation do they want to stir up by using Shen Nanqiao as a knife?
The black iron token that the emperor handed over personally that day, which could command the Dragon Armor Army, still has its heavy weight in his sleeve.
He deliberately displayed a leisurely attitude, and kept secretive about the movements of Duke Dingguo's Mansion...
Everything points to an answer that is about to come out:
The ferocious beast that had been entrenched in the Duke Dingguo's Mansion for many years finally couldn't hold back anymore and aimed its fangs at the Mulan Paddock!
Aim at...the emperor on the dragon throne!
When the nest is overturned, how can there be any eggs?
If the emperor were to fall, she, Shen Zhinian, the favored concubine who was always at the center of public opinion, would be the first sacrifice to be crushed!
If that's the case, why did Liu Shixiu go to so much trouble and take such a long detour to get rid of her in the autumn hunting ground with the help of Shen Nanqiao?
Wouldn't it be easier to just focus on the task of regicide?
The cold night wind blew in, ruffling the hair on Shen Zhinian's cheeks. In a flash, a clear idea suddenly appeared in her mind!
confusion!
They wanted to use her death to create chaos!
A concubine who was in the emperor's favor and was held in the palm of his hand was suddenly poisoned and died in the paddock. Her tragic death instantly caused panic and chaos in the entire camp!
By then, the emperor was in shock, filled with grief and anger, and the imperial guards and doctors were running around in a hurry.
Everyone's attention will be attracted by this sudden tragedy.
This is the best time for Duke Dingguo's Mansion to launch a fatal attack... the best cover and opportunity!
That's it!
A cold light flashed in Shen Zhinian's eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up into an icy arc.
The Duke Dingguo's Mansion...what a big appetite! What a vicious plot!
She suddenly lowered the curtain to block out the cold wind outside.
It was almost impossible for her to deal with a behemoth like the Dingguo Mansion with her own ability.
But it’s different when you join forces with the emperor.
"Change!"
Shen Zhinian's voice rose slightly, with a barely perceptible tremor: "I want to ask to see His Majesty!"
Handan and Fuqiu were both stunned, but they quickly reacted.
Fuqiu quickly fetched a plain cloak, and Handan deftly tidied up her slightly messy hair.
Shen Zhinian took a deep breath, wrapped his cloak tightly around him, and accompanied by Fuqiu, walked quickly towards the core camp area where the lights were brightest and the guards were the most stringent.
……
The night in late autumn is bone-chillingly cold.
Wangpin had already changed out of the palace dress she wore during the day. She was now only wearing a scarlet nightgown embroidered with crabapples, and a thin shirt of the same color made of soft silk.
The tent was filled with the warm and sweet scent of cassia bark and the flickering candlelight made her carefully drawn eyebrows and eyes look even more charming and beautiful.
She was half-kneeling beside the large imperial couch, shyly and timidly, her slender jade fingers trembling slightly as she carefully unfastened the gold buckle of the jade belt around the waist of Nangong Xuanyu, who was sitting on the edge of the couch.
Become!
Wangpin was filled with joy!
Sure enough, after leaving the huge crowd of women in the harem, her opportunities were much greater in Mulan Paddock!
No matter how favored Concubine Chen was, she was still alone in her tent.
Tonight, it is she, the princess, who is accompanying the king!
The gold buckle of the jade belt had just been half unfastened when the warm and charming atmosphere in the tent was interrupted by someone who suddenly walked in!
The cold night wind suddenly blew in, causing the candle flame to flicker.
Concubine Wang frowned unhappily and was about to scold the blind servant, but she saw the familiar face of Li Changde.
His eyes quickly swept across Wangpin's crimson nightgown, and he said to Nangong Xuanyu, who had a calm expression, in a clear and moderate voice, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine Chen is outside seeking an audience."
Wangpin felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over her head. The shyness and blush on her face disappeared completely in an instant, leaving only a pale face.
She suddenly turned her head to look at Li Changde, her eyes filled with disbelief and anger.
She was waiting for His Majesty to go to bed, and at this time, Li Changde dared to come in and report? !
Is he really that bold?!
However, what made Wangpin's heart sink to the bottom was the emperor's reaction.
The faint laziness on his face disappeared in an instant, and his deep eyes suddenly raised up. He did not even look at the concubine who was standing stiffly beside the couch, as if she was just an insignificant decoration.