The tyrant's petite bag is sweet and silly

Chapter 275 So Powerful That No One Dare To Mess With It

How tense was the situation at that time?
The Empress Dowager showed a look of reminiscence, and suddenly remembered that scene a long time ago.

The young emperor stood in front of her in court clothes with a silent expression on his face, his fair handsome face had a forced indifference.

She reached out and touched his head, "Are you afraid?"

He raised his eyes, fixed his dark eyes on her, and shook his head firmly, "My son is not afraid."

But he was clearly clenching his fingers white, and his cuffs were wrinkled.

She pursed her lips and gave an encouraging smile, with a scornful look on her face, "Go ahead, remember, you are the ruler and they are the ministers, if you sit, they can only kneel."

The young Yue Li Su pursed his lips in silence, his heart gradually settled down, and he nodded heavily.

The young figure stepped up the steps step by step, slowly and firmly.

He stood in that position in the eyes of thousands of people. The black clothes made his face paler, but his expression was always firm, without showing the slightest flinch, and he sat on the dragon chair calmly, accepting the worship of all living beings.

It was such a young man who stood at the gate of her palace with disheveled hair the night before, wearing pajamas the night before, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes, he said.

"Queen, I can't sleep."

She looked at him calmly, and slowly bent down, "Why can't you sleep?"

He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, his pale and thin face was inexplicably fragile against the dim candlelight, and he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Brother Dahuang wants to kill me, King Anyang wants to kill me, they all want me to die."

His eyelashes trembled, and he pursed his lips and said softly, "I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I won't be able to wake up again."

Although the young man is young, he has been taught as an emperor, and he can already understand many truths.

The first emperor passed away suddenly, and he was forced to grow up overnight in a panic. The former brothers and elders all showed ugly faces, expecting him to be decapitated in the next second with malicious intent.

He saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, but he couldn't restrain his fear.

No one is not afraid of death, and no one can be truly calm in the face of death.

So does he.

The Empress Dowager saw the bewilderment and anxiety in his eyes, thought for a moment, took out a dagger from her sleeve and handed it over, "Take it."

The heavy and cold dagger was stuffed into his bosom, Yue Li Su raised his face, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

He only heard the empress dowager's cold and firm voice, like a drumstick, hitting his heart heavily——

"This dagger is used for self-protection at critical moments. If anyone dares to hurt you, you will return it tenfold. If anyone wants your life, you will take his life!"

"No one can protect you forever, you can only become stronger yourself, so strong that no one dares to mess with you."

Yue Lisu held the dagger, the cold touch gradually took over his body temperature, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually calmed down, replaced by calmness and composure.

He was silent for a moment, then opened his lips to thank: "Thank you, Empress, I know what to do."

Since then, the dagger has been following him, and he pressed it under the pillow every night, accompanying him every long and difficult night.

According to Li Dezhong, when he got up at night several times, he saw His Majesty holding the dagger tightly in his hand, his eyes wide open, without the slightest sleepiness, and always vigilant.

His uneasiness just existed in another way, pretending to be watertight during the day, but in those long nights, it was rooted in the bone marrow.

After hearing this, Ming Xi didn't know what expression to put on for a moment.

She had heard these stories more or less, but it was only from other people's mouths.

(End of this chapter)