Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 195 – If I Were an Emperor

Li Qingmei knew the true meaning of Shen Nanxing's last sentence, which was similar to a curse.

Losing a loved one, gaining it...

Sure enough, it's a heartbreaking remark, but what if it's just an old love lost?

Seeing Sikong Que shaking Shen Nanxing's corpse in discouragement, the corners of Li Qingmei's eyes turned sour, and she walked slowly to Sikong Que's side.

"Que, she was already sinister and cunning. It was obviously a conspiracy to throw suspicions before she died, to throw you off your feet!"

"Is that right?"

Sikong Que turned his face away, with deep inquiry in his eyes.

In fact, in the Hall of Eternal Life tonight, there is really a damned person.

That was herself, Li Qingmei had been waiting for Sikong Que to attack, and Emperor Jianzhang had no intention of leaving, his eyes wandered between Li Qingmei and Sikong Que with unclear meaning.

"Qingmei!...You...you are too kind of a woman! Those who make big things don't care about small things! Remember next time, don't be so reckless again!"

"Um……"

She knew that Sikong Que was very displeased with her confrontation with him over Sikong Hao's affairs.

She held her breath, waiting for his next trial. After a long time, there was still no movement. She hurriedly raised her head to look around, but unexpectedly found that Sikong Que had already left the Hall of Eternal Life.

As Li Qingmei expected, after all the dust settled, the [-] Shuofang Army led by Guan Shan immediately turned against each other on the grounds that the fake Guan Ruoxue had passed on Sikong Mo's order. The [-] forbidden troops were all wiped out.

When Huang Puqing, the prime minister of the left, fled in the palace, he resisted stubbornly and was killed by Zhan Shuhai on the spot.

And the remnants of the rebels who followed the prince and imperial concubine Shen Nanxing were all put to death.

Throughout July, the execution ground at Caishikou in the south of Cangyun City kept dropping heads from dawn to dusk.

Even the experienced executioners fell ill several times due to overwhelm.

The windy officialdom has undergone an unprecedented cleansing.Gaomen Zhuhu, almost ten rooms and nine empty.

Sikong Que's enthronement ceremony was scheduled for the eighth day of August. Emperor Jianzhang was not honored as the Supreme Emperor by Sikong Que, but was deposed as a deposed emperor and placed under house arrest in the Palace of Longevity. He had to die.

Sikong Que went out early and returned late. Afterwards, in order to facilitate the handling of the chaotic government affairs, he simply lived in the Zhaoming Palace, the bedroom of the emperors of all ages.

His year name was designated as Yunlie, and regarding the matter of posthumous title, he used the pretext that the court was unstable and that he put the country before the family as an excuse to evade it.

When she heard the news, Li Qingmei was practicing Tiefutu, she didn't show the slightest surprise, it was expected, there was nothing unexpected.

She originally wanted to personally participate in the matter of Sikong Que's ascension to the throne, but after thinking about her current embarrassing status, she gave up with a self-deprecating wry smile.

And Wen Cheng and Lu Xue's reputation in the palace was increasing day by day, sometimes Li Qingmei would have an illusion that Wen Cheng was the real mistress of the palace, and she was more like a passerby.

Jiananfeng and Zhanying often came to chat with her during this period, but between the lines, they all revealed the meaning of opening her heart. It is only natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines, let alone an emperor who sits on the world.

On the third day of the eighth lunar month, the weather was not good, and it rained continuously all day long. Li Qingmei had to return to the mansion early because of her monthly letter.

She has long been used to the dark, deserted bedroom, and she has long been used to sleeping alone.

She forgot to bring her umbrella today, but she stubbornly did not wait for the autumn rain to stop before coming back, because she knew that when she was old, she would not wait for the person who gave her an umbrella.

The thin shirt on her body had already been soaked by the rain, she stepped into the dark room tremblingly, and suddenly saw a hazy figure standing quietly in front of the desk.

"Que, you are back, why don't you light the lamp?"

"Well, I'm back, where have you been? I've been waiting for you for half a day!"

"I went to the government barracks to train the soldiers..."

She fumbled towards the direction of the candlestick, and just as her hand touched the fire folder, Sikong Que suddenly said quietly:
"Don't click, let's just talk like this!"

(End of this chapter)