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Chapter 3 The Usurping Queen 3
Apart from killing brothers and fathers to seize the throne, as an emperor, Sima Wen really had nothing to criticize.

He worked hard to govern, and in the past few years under his governance, the domestic Haiyan River is clear, and foreign countries come to the court.The national power of Yan State is soaring at an astonishing speed.

Not only in the court, but even in the harem, Sima Wen should be an example.

He and Lin Chuxia love each other as emperor and empress, and there are only a few concubines in the palace.

Moreover, Sima Wen once publicly stated in the court hall: "The eldest son of the empress and I is the future master of the Great Yan Kingdom!"

Sima Wen never lingered in the harem, except when he was with the queen, Sima Wen usually dealt with memorials in the royal study, and then made do with spending the night there.

This is also the reason why Chu Xia didn't go to the emperor's bedroom, but directly set up the royal study.

After getting off the sedan chair, Chu Xia asked the maids behind her to wait for her there, and walked towards the imperial study by herself.

"Ping!"

"boom!"

"Bang!"

"Chong!"

Chu Xia heard the sound of utensils being smashed and smashed, which came from the imperial study room one after another.

He quickened his pace, but Chu Xia was stopped at the door.

"Empress, you can't go in."

Chu Xia raised her head and glanced lightly at the Imperial Guard who stopped her.Eyebrows raised slightly, "Oh, what did you say? Say it again."

The imperial guard hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to meet Chu Xia's gaze, but felt beads of sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose bit by bit from his forehead.

Chu Xia turned to look at the soldiers guarding on the other side, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "I didn't hear what he said just now, please repeat it."

The imperial guards in both rows knelt down in unison, and the one who was asked barely raised his head, and said with a pale face, "Return to your mother, the emperor, the emperor is still in a rage at the moment, it is really inconvenient for you to go in... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xia had already stepped across the path between them, opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the floor-length pink dress that looked like peach blossoms dipped in ink, the soldier silently swallowed the phrase "The emperor was red-eyed and said he would kill you" back into his stomach.

As soon as Chu Xia stepped into the imperial study room, he saw broken pieces of porcelain all over the floor, tables and chairs lying crookedly on the ground.

A tall and straight figure in a bright yellow robe stood in the middle of the mess.

Hearing the "squeak" sound when the door opened, he slowly turned his head from the mess.

Chu Xia saw his red eyes and the hatred and disgust in his eyes at the first sight.

Chu Xia looked at him with a smile, carefully looking at the emperor who was killed by her usurping the throne.

He has a pair of beautiful eyebrows and eyes, especially his upturned eyes, like the peach blossoms blooming in the misty south of the Yangtze River in the breeze in April, romantic and affectionate.

It's really similar to my outfit today, Chu Xia thought.

Chu Xia bowed slightly to Sima Wen, and stood up without waiting for his orders, "Your Majesty, why are you so angry?"

After Chu Xia finished speaking, the whole person seemed to wake up suddenly, and the whole person's momentum changed.The hostility in his eyes stopped, but his eyes were still fixed on Chu Xia, as if he wanted to see a trace of camouflage from her expression.

A rosy cloud flew up on Chu Xia's cheeks, she raised her hand shyly, and touched her cheek lightly, "Why is the emperor looking at me like that?"

"It's all right. I'm going to go to court, the queen should go back." Sima Wen withdrew his gaze, and his voice was extremely indifferent, as if wrapped in a layer of ice.

"It seems that he is awake." Chu Xia retreated obediently while thinking.

(End of this chapter)