Reborn into a tyrant's sweet and soft petite bag

Chapter 194 Eight Years Later

The Empress Dowager looked in disbelief at the nuxy that appeared out of nowhere, and finally couldn't take it anymore, rolled her eyes, and passed out.

The imperial doctor was frightened and hurried over to diagnose and treat the queen mother.

After the diagnosis, the imperial doctor came to Yan Qingdai hunched over, wiped off the cold sweat and said in a trembling voice, "Return to the emperor, the empress dowager suffered a stroke due to excessive fright."

He prostrated himself on the ground, thinking that what was waiting for him was monstrous anger, but he did not expect that the emperor did not speak for a long time.

Yan Qingdai's face was extremely cold, and so did her words, "The Empress Dowager is getting old and weak, from now on, without orders from my palace, she must not leave the Palace of Compassion and Ning, so she can cultivate herself."

After finishing speaking, she walked out of the Compassion Ning Palace without looking back.

On the palace road, Yan Qingdai looked at Yan Ling who was timidly following behind her.

There was helplessness in her voice, "Do you know what will happen if things go wrong?"

She had seen all kinds of dirty tricks, and when the prince pointed out to the queen mother with his own hands, she guessed that everything was a trap designed by him.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to hurt his own body!
Yan Ling's eyes were full of tears, and she said with a cry, "Aunt Huang, if it weren't for the queen mother, father wouldn't have died, and she could still enjoy the love of all people, but father would never come back! I I wish I could kill her!"

And she didn't have the slightest intention of repentance, and she still wanted to use him to win the throne!
The throne, corrupting the heart, disregarding the feelings of blood, in order to ascend to the throne, the dirty methods are outrageous!

Yan Qingdai was silent.

Qin Ci took the boy's hand that was trembling with anger, and comforted him softly, "Cousin, if uncle has a spirit in heaven, he definitely doesn't want you to live in hatred every day. When uncle ascends the throne, what he wants to see most is Nanjiang The people live and work in peace and contentment, the country is prosperous and the people are safe. Compared with you wanting to kill the queen mother, he wants to see you fulfill his ambition."

Yan Ling's expression changed.

"The Queen Mother has already received the punishment she deserved. If this happens in the future, tell Aunt Huang, and Aunt Huang will settle it for you." Yan Qingdai didn't mean to punish him, but rubbed his silky hair, "You You are still young, your hands should not be stained with hatred, but hold the pen."

As she spoke, she set her eyes on the little girl's cheek.

It is her job to protect their childhood.

Yan Ling's eyes turned hot, and she hugged tightly to the person who loved him the most besides his father in the world.

The imperial city returned to its former calm.

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The cold comes and the summer goes, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and the vermilion palace gate is painted three or four times.

In a flash, eight years later.

Outside the imperial city, which is covered in silver and snow is drifting thousands of miles away, a 50-meter-long convoy stands in it.

In the middle of the team, the most luxurious red sandalwood carriage was filled with incense and mist. The window was opened, and what I saw was a shockingly beautiful side face.

Outside the carriage, Yan Qingdai looked at the girl, eyes full of regret and said, "Ci'er, it's snowing heavily, be careful on the way back to Xiliang, and write a letter to the concubine when you arrive at the palace."

Inside the car, Qin Ci was dressed in a moon-white dress and a fox fur cloak. She had a cold and flawless face with delicate features and a little baby fat.

She poked her head out of the car window and hugged Yan Qingdai, "Concubine Mu, I can't bear you."

One sentence brought tears to the woman's eyes, and she patted her daughter's back, "When Ling'er's enthronement ceremony is completed, the mother and concubine will go back."

Now that Yan Ling has grown up, her mission will be completed when the government affairs are handed over.

Yan Ling on the side was also very reluctant, and asked to stay, "If my cousin is reluctant to part with my aunt, she should stay."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Ling felt her foot was suddenly trampled hard.

Aunt Huang gave him a hard look, motioned him to stop talking, and then urged Qin Ci, "Let's go quickly, don't make your father wait in a hurry."

Yan Ling moved her thigh silently, deeply sympathizing with her cousin for a moment.

I'm afraid it's not the Emperor Xiliang who is anxious to wait, but she is anxious to wait.

Emperor Xiliang personally led his troops to the expedition and was seriously injured. Aunt Huang knew that she could not sleep at night, so she was worried about the safety of Emperor Xiliang?

Qin Ci nodded, and after saying goodbye repeatedly, the convoy turned around and set off for Xiliang under the warm welcome of the people in southern Xinjiang.

After half a month of bumpy journey, he finally arrived at the capital of Xiliang years ago.

The carriage drove all the way into the palace, and she first returned to her bedroom to tidy up her appearance before rushing towards Chengming Hall without stopping.

Coming outside Chengming Hall, Qin Ci found many strange concubines.

They were all anxiously waiting for the emperor's condition to improve, and they didn't notice her at all.

Qin Ci lowered her eyebrows and came to the front calmly. Before she handed over the token to the guard, the guard said coldly, "The imperial concubine has an order that all concubines are not allowed to enter the Chengming Palace. .”

There was a strange sarcasm behind him.

"Where did you come from, you dare to jump up and down here if you want to compete for favor without looking at the timing."

Qin Ci turned around and looked at the crowd without emotion.

The little girl is dressed in a colorful dress embroidered with Ruyi satin and colorful auspicious clouds. On a winter day wrapped in silver, the red is breathtaking.

She holds a hollow heater in her hand, her temples are full of wind and mist, her eyebrows and eyes are delicate and beautiful, and her frown and smile make thousands of clouds become a foil.

This made a group of concubines extremely jealous.

The concubine who took the lead raised her chin and sneered, "I don't know whose daughter this younger sister is, she's so arrogant, she doesn't even salute when she sees me?"

Several people around followed suit.

Qin Ci was not angry either, with a ignorant smile on the corner of her mouth, "I don't know who you are, sister, you need to let me salute."

The little girl who was supported by everyone in the middle was taken aback. It was the first time she was looked down upon so much, and she instantly became furious, "I am the daughter of the Northwest King's concubine, and my sister is the imperial concubine. Do you need to salute?"

It's been a month since these beautiful girls entered the palace, yet they still don't know her name?

The woman's hysterical appearance was extremely ugly, Qin Ci was still smiling and maintained her appearance, "Really? Then what is your status?"

All the words of Jiamei were blocked in her throat.

After getting angry, she regained her sense and carefully looked at Qin Ci's clothes.

Although the makeup is exquisite, the clothes are already the old style from last year, and they are used by the concubines to reward the servants, and the noble concubines will definitely not wear them.

After looking it over carefully, she came to a conclusion that this little vixen must be some unfavorable concubine.

Thinking about it, she straightened her back, Shi Shi moved and looked at the little girl, "Forget it, I will give you one last chance, kneel down to apologize, and bark ten times like a dog, I will not care about you."

As soon as the words fell, a group of concubines who supported Jiamei followed suit.

There was too much movement outside the door, which attracted Zhongshan, the chief executive.

He trotted out of the Chengming Hall with Fuchen in his arms, and said with a stern face, "The emperor is resting, if you keep yelling, be careful not to lose your head!"

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Ask for a ticket, ask for a ticket, please!
(End of this chapter)