It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Seeing Yang Xianrong's haggard appearance, Sima Zhong felt very sad. He took her up with both hands and sighed, "Go ahead and tell me if you need anything."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yang Xianrong still had to kneel down and kowtow to express gratitude, but after Sima Zhong pulled her up, he kept hugging her tightly and had no intention of letting go.

But at this moment, eunuch Meng Jiu's voice sounded again at the entrance of Tianyuan Palace. The sound was slightly threatening, making Sima Zhong's body tremble.

Zhang Heng and He Jiunian had already drawn their sabers, and the other military guards had also set up their formations, but eunuch Meng Jiu's voice was still high-pitched, "The emperor's brother has spoken and invited the emperor to go to Hanzhang Hall to discuss matters."

What does this sound like?

He is just the emperor's younger brother. Even if there is any urgent matter, he should come to the emperor instead of asking the eunuch to pass the message. Before Sima Zhong could react, Zhang Du and Zhang Liang were already anxious. They stepped forward to push Meng Jiu and cursed: "Do you understand the rules? This is Tianyuan Palace, and these are the emperor and queen of Jin Dynasty. Why are you yelling and screaming here?"

"What? I'm just here to convey a message!" Meng Jiu was very rude, holding his neck with a look of disdain.

"Then I can kill you too!" Zhang Heng actually put the long knife on Meng Jiu's neck, looking like he didn't mean to be polite at all.

Yang Xianrong and Sima Zhong had already seen this scene and frowned.

Zhang Du straightened his back and said: "Commander Zhang, don't be impulsive. This is Tianyuan Palace after all, don't dirty the Queen's place."

Zhang Heng let out a "hum" and put down the knife, but his expression was still very bad.

Meng Jiu didn't show any fear at all, and still said loudly: "Your Majesty, please move."

"Oh." Sima Zhong hugged the sheep and said softly to her: "Wait for me, I will be back soon."

"Okay." Yang Xianrong already had a bad premonition and grabbed his sleeve, "Waiting for you."

"Well, sheep, please be good." Sima Zhong actually smiled at her before turning around and walking out. The palace people who followed him also moved quickly and followed behind him. However, Meng Jiu still stood at the door of Tianyuan Palace, arrogant.

When Sima Zhong walked to his side, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked him over.

This position was very measured. It seemed that Sima Zhong had learned a lot of skills in the school these days, and he actually kicked the fibula of Meng Jiu's calf and broke it.

Meng Jiugun was lying on the ground in a very weird posture, shouting that the pain was unbearable.

Zhang Heng just glanced at him, and a military guard came over and blocked his mouth, pulled him aside extremely violently, and shouted loudly: "You slave, don't block the emperor's way!"

Yang Xianrong watched all this with cold eyes and said nothing.

Sima Ying entered the palace with such a high profile, everyone knew what he was thinking. No matter how high his reputation is, he has not really won the hearts and minds of the people. Because everyone still believed that Sima Zhong was the emperor of the Jin Dynasty, and everyone else was a usurper.

So, where will things go from here?

Yang Xianrong was also very uneasy because she saw greed in Sima Ying's eyes, but there was also love.

She doesn't know what to do?
She couldn't handle this situation. She is just a little girl in the harem, and the fight between the Sima family is about the ownership of the world.

Sima Zhong walked quite quickly, and quickly left Tianyuan Palace with his palace attendants.

Zhang Heng also dragged Meng Jiu out, and even cleaned the floor thoughtfully before closing the door behind him. Zhang Lianghao quickly locked another door bolt, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and knelt in front of Yang Xianrong.

"Forget it, just go and do what you have to do. I won't go out for the time being, wait and see..." Yang Xianrong sighed.

"The Queen." Lu Zhu also knelt down and pursed his lips before saying, "The Emperor is sincerely good to the Queen."

"The Emperor really puts the Queen first in everything." Zhang Liangxue quickly added. Aunt Qian even knelt down. She didn't say anything, but her actions showed that she agreed with what Lu Zhu and Zhang Liangxue said.

Yang Xianrong just glanced at them, turned around, entered the palace and closed the door. Even Cui Xi and Lan Xiang were locked out.

In fact, only half an hour later, Zhang Du ran back.

He knocked on the door of the palace, knelt at the door and said: "Empress, Sima Ying has asked the emperor to issue an edict and asked herself to become the Supreme Emperor and move to Jinyong City. The Empress and other concubines are also going to follow."

"When is the departure date?" Yang Xianrong was not surprised at all, nor even panicked.

"Immediately." Zhang Du clenched his fists.

"Okay." Yang Xianrong put away the letter he was reading, called Cui Xi and Lan Xiang to come in, and discussed how to pack their bags quickly. However, she first packed up 10,000 gold and some jewelry and gave them to Cui Xi, asking her to leave the palace quickly and send them to the Yang family. "With this golden phoenix hairpin, no one will check you."

There were blood stains on the golden phoenix hairpin, which looked a bit scary.

Cuixi couldn't carry so many things by herself, so she hurriedly called He Jiunian for help.

Everyone is very busy, but there is no panic as when they were deposed for the first time. Maybe it was because they saw that Yang Xianrong was too quiet and had no expression at all. She even took off the small white flower on her head and put on the queen's exclusive phoenix robe.

This time, Sima Zhong came to Tianyuan Palace to pick up Yang Xianrong and go to Jinyong City together.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw this gorgeous outfit, and then said: "Yang Meie, we are going to Jinyong City, not to go to court."

"Yes, aren't we the Supreme Emperor and the Supreme Queen?" Yang Xianrong actually laughed, "Even if we are leaving, we should leave in a more glamorous manner."

"Oh, that seems to be the case. Then wait a minute, I'll go change clothes." Sima Zhong was quite happy and ran out again.

Zhang Du stopped him, picked out an imperial robe from the carriage that matched Yang Xianrong's gorgeous clothes, and put it on for Sima Zhong.

At this time, Yang Xianrong had already boarded his phoenix chariot with the support of Lan Xiang, without even looking at Sima Zhong.

"Girl," she whispered, "the little princess is being looked after by several nuns, following in the carriage. The slave girl is sitting outside. If you need anything, just call the slave girl."

"Okay." Yang Xianrong nodded.

"Actually..." Lan Xiang hesitated for a moment before adding, "Maybe we will come back soon?"

"I don't think so." Yang Xianrong closed the curtains and sat alone in the phoenix chariot. She held the small white flower in her hand, looking so lonely and weak. Although the wound on her hand was wrapped with silk, there was blood flowing out, and it was bright red.

She actually raised her hand and licked the bright red.

It has a strong medicinal powder smell.

bitter.

What if Sima Ying tells the world at this moment that he likes Yang Xianrong?
Can all his actions be interpreted as: a moment of anger turns a beauty into a beauty?

So, can she afford it?

Did her father Yang Xuanzhi also die of fear because of this?
Did she kill her father?