There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1403
While sipping tea, Rong Qing said casually, "Your Majesty has just lost his empress, so why would he want to fall in love with other women right away? If those women go to please the Emperor, not only will they not be able to please the Emperor, but they may even offend the Emperor." Disgust, in the end, that is nothing."

Yang Liu was shocked suddenly, it turned out...so there was such a reason...

It's a good thing the empress didn't go, otherwise the empress would really have no chance at all.

"Your Majesty, what shall we do? Are we always in Ronghua Palace? So... so how can we win the emperor's favor?"

"It should be yours, it's yours, it's not yours, it's useless to force." Although his tone was light and his expression was extremely calm, a sneer suddenly flashed in Rong Qing's indifferent eyes where Yang Liu couldn't see killing intent.

The obliteration intent was so cold that the person standing beside him felt his body tremble inexplicably, and gusts of sinister wind passed by.

Fengluan Palace.

At dawn, a ray of fish-belly golden light penetrated the window lattice and shot into the luxurious Fengluan Palace, illuminating everything in the Fengluan Palace, including the crazy scene last night.

In Fengluan Palace, the smell of obscenity has not dissipated for a long time, and there is still a faint smell of blood.

The ground was full of torn clothes, tube tops, smashed tea sets, and vases.

The bed was scattered, and a stunning woman with disheveled clothes and bruises all over her body lay lifeless on the seven-foot dragon bed. The woman's eyes were empty, staring blankly at the lacquer carving pattern above her head, without blinking or moving, as if a Like a dead person, if it wasn't for the faint breath coming from her body, everyone who saw it would think that she was just a dead person.

The woman's hair was messy, and the corner of her mouth was stained with blood that hadn't dried up.A desolate breath emanated from her body, and even the whole bedroom smelled of her disappointment.

Beside the woman, there is also a young man with disheveled clothes and messy hair.

The man was very cold, so cold that no one dared to approach him, but the man's eyes were very complicated, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

There are remorse, distress, guilt, disappointment, anger in his eyes... all kinds of emotions are intertwined.

He took the dragon robe and put it on casually, his hands in the dragon robe trembled faintly. He glanced at Yang Churuo, who was covered with scars on the bed, and couldn't stop feeling sad.

Thinking of the scene where he was crazy about her last night, Chu Yuchen's heart seemed to be suffocated.

How much he wanted to hug her body to comfort her, how he wanted to apologize to him, he was really crazy last night, he didn't know where his rationality went...

But his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move no matter what. He forced himself not to feel sorry for her. All of this was caused by herself.

Thinking that her bruised body was all given to her by him, Chu Yuchen turned his head away in pain, and strode outside, intending to ask the palace maid to clean her up, and then invite an imperial doctor to take a good look at her injuries.

"The jade pendant in the shape of a dragon, the decree to avoid death, you are not joking, the emperor, don't forget what you promised." A weak voice suddenly came from Yang Churuo's mouth. Although the voice was very small, every word and every word came out of Chu Yuchen in the arms.

Chu Yuchen immediately stopped in his tracks, turned his head suddenly, and cast his cold eyes on Yang Churuo, who was still lifeless, empty and ashen, and his distressed and remorseful eyes immediately turned into anger.

With a flick of his sleeves, he went away resolutely, leaving a cold and ruthless sentence, "The empress has lost her morality. From now on, she will be thrown into the cold palace and will never be released."

All the people serving outside were frightened.

Into the cold palace...

The emperor put the empress empress into limbo...

This……

Shui Ling saw Chu Yuchen coming out, and heard his words, and hurriedly said, "Master, there are very few people who enter the cold palace can survive, please take back your life, the empress did not intend..."

"Whoever dares to intercede for the queen, no matter who it is, will be immediately dragged to the Meridian Gate and beheaded." With such a harsh sentence, everyone dared not say anything, even Shui Ling and Qing'er did not dare to say anything.

"Emperor... Your Majesty... Do you want to remember the empress's bedtime tonight..."

"No need." Flicking up his sleeves, Chu Yuchen walked away without even looking at Fengluan Palace.

Yang Churuo's eyelashes trembled, and a crystal tear suddenly slipped down, her heart felt hollow and painful.

"Empress..." Qing'er ran to Fengluan Palace immediately after Chu Yuchen left. When she saw Yang Churuo, who was covered in bruises in Fengluan Palace, her tears couldn't stop falling, and she knelt down in front of Yang Churuo, trying to help her up. Yang Churuo was also afraid of touching her wound, so he could only pull up the quilt a little to cover her leaking spring.

How could the emperor...how could he treat the empress like this...how could he be willing...

This injury... how did the emperor abuse the empress yesterday?
(End of this chapter)