It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 388 What is the exchange condition?

After hearing such words, Sima Yue breathed a sigh of relief and waved to his red-clothed soldiers. The group immediately filed out of Xianyang Palace, still standing guard outside. The chamberlains who were following Sima Yue had already come over and knelt beside Sima Yue to help him arrange his robes. On the other side, Luzhu and Forsythia were still performing the palm punishment seriously, and Ji Feiyan's face was bleeding.

"Although I am already the Empress Dowager, I am still in charge of the affairs of the harem today, right?" Yang Xianrong looked at Sima Yue, "The prince said, right?"

Sima Yue looked at her with anger on his face, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to get angry. "The Supreme Empress has also put a lot of effort into maintaining the dignity of the Jin Dynasty."

"Yes, I can't control that much anymore. In ten days, the emperor will be buried, and I will..." Yang Xianrong did not finish the sentence, but looked at Sima Yue and sighed softly, " At that time, the prince will have to work hard again."

Sima Yue also sneered, thinking that when the time comes, Yang Xianrong and other people in the harem can be buried, which will even the big loss today. However, he did not expect that Yang Xianrong said again: "Your Majesty, you have worked hard today. Let's go to Tianyuan Palace to talk."

"say what?"

"Of course it's... something related." Yang Xianrong laughed, "Of course we have to discuss such a big matter with the prince alone."

Yang Xianrong handed over all the seals of Sima Zhong. Sima Yue checked them one by one and found no sign of the imperial seal. Even if he wanted to be the emperor, without this thing, his name would always be unjust. Now listening to Yang Xianrong's tone, it seems that he wants to talk about this matter.

"Okay." Sima Yue glanced at Ji Feiyan, who had passed out with disheveled hair. Luzhu and Forsythia's movements were extremely fast. After executing a hundred slaps, the two of them retreated into the darkness of the palace. He couldn't help but "hum" and looked at his princess who was still kneeling in front of Sima Zhong's coffin outside. This woman is not young anymore, with white hair and an old look on her face. She didn't even look at Ji Feiyan, she just burned the paper silently, one after another.

Come to think of it, this princess also had a strong disdain for Ji Feiyan, and she probably hated Sima Yue. Yang Xianrong pursed his lips and called Zhang Liang to come over, "Find a door panel and carry this woman out. Don't pollute the ground of Xianyang Palace."

"Yes." Zhang Liangzhao respectfully withdrew and went to look for the door panel, but he couldn't find the door panel for a while, so he finally found a coffin lid and carried it over.

Yang Xianrong didn't care so much and took Sima Yue through the hole in the wall of Xianyang Palace to Tianyuan Palace.

Mao Hongbin immediately stood up and began to direct the large and small affairs of Xianyang Palace. He also arranged everyone properly, without any chaos, and invited all these people out of the palace in an orderly manner.

What a huge and lively enthronement ceremony ended.

This side of Tianyuan Palace is a different scene.

The palace was already empty of those luxurious furnishings, and white linen was hanging from top to bottom, making it look extremely desolate and strange. Yang Xianrong asked Sima Yue to sit down, and also asked everyone around him to go out, and closed the door of the dormitory.

Sima Zhong was always angry and kept silent. But now there were only two of them left. He patted the table and asked: "Yang Xianrong, what are you doing? The Xianyang Palace is so dark. As soon as I entered, I felt like I was taking off my clothes." …Did you ask someone to put on the dragon robe for me?”

"Your Majesty, don't you want to wear it?" Yang Xianrong asked.

"I'm just a prince!" Sima Yue said harshly.

"Then what if you got the "Emperor's Book"?" Yang Xianrong took out a piece of yellow silk from his arms, with many small words densely written on it, and spread it out on the table. Sima Yue originally wanted to say something viciously, but was choked by Yang Xianrong's words. He immediately lowered his head to look at the piece of yellow silk, and even touched it.

Yang Xianrong chuckled and said: "This is the authentic copy of the "Emperor's Book", a fragment left by the First Emperor. It is said that the secret of the First Emperor's mausoleum is also recorded on it. Didn't you always want to get it, and you even let it slip that if someone could help you find it, Just promise him a big wish and make it come true?"

"You...are going to trade this for your life?" Sima Yue's eyes were full of surprise, thinking about Yang Xianrong's intentions.

"Then you're going to negotiate terms with me without verifying the authenticity of this thing first?" Yang Xianrong looked at him, his eyes clear.

"What you took out must be true." Sima Yue nodded, then shook his head, "But this is not enough to prevent you from being buried... This is the rule of the Jin Dynasty."

"I didn't say I won't be buried, I just want one person's life." Yang Xianrong also touched the piece of yellow silk with his hand, and said slowly, "This is what the eldest sister gave me before she died. , saying that you want this, you can take it out if you need to save your life. You also know that I don’t have the imperial seal in my hand, and this is the only one I have now.”

"Whose life do you want?" Sima Yue asked.

"Ji Feiyan."

"Why her?"

"Why not her?"

"What's the reason?"

The two people talked quickly, testing each other, and Sima Yue's doubts deepened.

"Why not? I don't like her." Yang Xianrong smiled, "She has slapped me once."

"Then you beat her a hundred times today..." Thinking of Ji Feiyan's tragic situation just now, Sima Yue's heart trembled.

"But do you know that feeling? She and I are very familiar with each other. She once admired Sima Ying very much, so she approached me, thinking that she could meet Sima Ying every day. Unfortunately, Sima Ying rejected her. She is angry with me...the hatred between women is all because of men...can you understand?"

"...but she is now my concubine and will soon become...the main concubine..."

"Will your concubine agree? Will your legitimate son agree?" Yang Xianrong looked at him and said word by word: "She just saw Ji Feiyan being beaten. Did she come over? She couldn't tell what was going on in her heart. I'm still very happy. Would this kind of woman want to steal her husband because of her youth? "

"...But she has made a contribution, right?"

"For example? She helped you open the gate of Chang'an? Let Zhao Ran kill Concubine Le? Or did she snatch the food box away when the emperor died that day?" Yang Xianrong was not afraid at all, but used extreme force to He speaks in a calm tone, but where is the calmness in each of these things? It's all a stormy sea, with bloody lives behind it. "Do you think she will turn against you in the future if she knows so many secrets about you?"