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Chapter 452 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 38
Even though Mo Lan insisted that it was not the little emperor who died.

But none of the ministers believed it.

The emperor's funeral was still held as scheduled.

Civil and military officials all wore plain clothes and rushed to the inner mansion to wait for the edict to be read by the father-in-law.

When the bright yellow imperial decree was taken out of the box.

Everyone looked different.

The little emperor has no heirs so far, and he doesn't know who he will entrust the country to in his will.

Eunuch De touched the old tears, and unfolded the will under the burning eyes of the ministers.

When he saw the handwriting on the will, he froze all of a sudden, his eyes widened in disbelief.

All civil and military officials knelt there for a long time, but they didn't hear Eunuch De's voice.

"Eunuch De, read out the will!"

One of the veterans coughed and reminded.

Eunuch De came back to his senses all of a sudden, he glanced at the contents of the imperial decree again, and stammered: "This... this..."

What is written in this edict? !

Due to the urging of the officials below, Eunuch De closed his eyes and read the two short sentences above.

"Your Majesty's will! Do not usurp the throne, wait for me to come back."

There was an uproar off the field.

Is this the edict left by the little emperor?really!
All the officials looked at Eunuch De suspiciously: "Eunuch, Your Majesty's will must not be joked about."

Eunuch De wanted to cry without tears, so he simply turned over the imperial decree, and the two extremely clear sentences were revealed in front of everyone: "If you don't believe me, my lords, you can see for yourself."

Everyone froze there, looking at those two nonsensical words in disbelief, it was just these two words that seemed to be a joke, and the big seal of Yuxi was stamped neatly on them.

Mo Lan raised his eyebrows when he saw this sentence, he was already sure that Chu Qingyuan was still alive, but last night he searched almost all the places in the palace, but he still couldn't find the figure he was thinking about.

At this time, Chu Qingchen died, and the government and the public were in turmoil.

However, Chu Qingyuan only left a sentence of "no usurpation of the throne" and disappeared. At such a critical juncture, as the only remaining blood of the royal family, if she didn't come out to preside over the overall situation, where did she go?

Mo Lan lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then slowly looked towards the direction outside the palace.

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General's House.

Man Luo nestled comfortably on Mo Lan's bed and slept soundly.

Until it was bright outside, and the dazzling sunlight came in through the thin window paper, Man Luo, who was lying on the bed, finally lazily opened his eyes.

Ever since she became the emperor of the Chu Kingdom, she really got up early and worked late every day. Not only did she have to deal with those courtiers in the upper court, but she also had to correct piles of memorials in the next court.

Now it's hard for her to sleep late, but she needs to sleep enough.

Holding the quilt, he yawned comfortably.

Man Luo once again sighed: "It's nice to live without going to court to approve memorials."

The companion couldn't help reminding the big-hearted host: [Host, Mo Lan hasn't returned home all night, don't you worry? 】

If he really took the dead Chu Qingchen as his host, how sad he would be...

If you die for love, it's really over.

The companion was spinning around anxiously, but Man Luo just sat up and stretched casually: "I have been chasing you for so long, he should be taught a lesson."

Before she could finish her sentence, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and Mo Lan walked in coldly, her deep eyes were directed at Man Luo who was on the bed.

Man Luo paused for a stretch, then casually put down his hands and greeted with a smile: "Good morning, General Mo~"

The next moment, the man strode towards her. Man Luo's body, which had just sat up straight, was pushed back on the bed, and Mo Lan's figure suddenly enveloped him. He lifted Man Luo's chin, and paused every word: "Chu Qing mandarin duck."

(End of this chapter)