Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 131 She Is My Queen
Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Jun Beicheng is the place where he works on weekdays and meets his ministers.

Sandalwood incense was wafting in the hall, and Xia Yan was carefully watering a pot of small crabapple for the emperor in front of the desk.

Jun Beicheng was reading the memorial.

Suddenly, a pair of catkins pressed onto his shoulders and pinched him carefully. His eyes sharpened at the scent of powder and fragrance, and he twisted the other's hand with his backhand, and grabbed her from behind. The woman cried out in pain. The voice sounded immediately.

He opened his eyes, and Mu Zishan's beautiful face twisted slightly in front of him: "Your Majesty, forgive me, it was my daughter's father who asked my daughter to serve you."

The girl was only wearing a tulle dress, her skin was rosy and rosy, and she was charming.

She didn't dare to look at the man's beautiful face, and lowered her head shyly: "Daddy said that Sister Fu Ling has been unwell recently, so she can't serve you, so."

The corner of Xia Yan's mouth twitched, the girl might have confused who was serving whom.

Tsk, when did the empress serve His Majesty?

Jun Beicheng was about to pinch her wrist, and threw her to the ground mercilessly, uttering a syllable between his teeth: "Get lost."

The man's words were icy cold, making the girl feel like she was standing in the twelfth lunar month.

Xia Yan immediately handed over a brocade handkerchief, and Jun Beicheng wiped the girl's hand with disgust.

Mu Zishan was thrown to the ground in embarrassment, her white arm was directly scratched, and the scar looked shocking.

"Damn my daughter," she innocently looked at the stern man with watery eyes, and knelt down tremblingly, crying pear blossoms with rain, "My daughter just wants to serve you for my sister, if the emperor doesn't like it, my minister Daughter-in-law will definitely not bother you again."

The girl's voice kept trembling, and I felt pity for her weak and pitiful appearance.

After not hearing a man's voice for a long time, Mu Zishan raised her head timidly.

When she met Jun Beicheng's icy gaze, Mu Zishan's face turned pale and she slumped on the ground.

He was obviously just sitting quietly on the seat, but his whole body exuded a great sense of oppression, as if even the air in this palace had become thinner.

Jun Beicheng put the memorial aside, propped his forehead obliquely, as if he was contemplating something, his eyes were darkly heaving.

Xia Yan hugged Fuchen tightly in his hand, pursed his lips to hide his smile, sighed and shook his head.

There is no doubt that His Majesty is judging this ignorant girl.

It must be because she is from the Mu family, His Majesty is thinking of a suitable reason.

Mu Zishan held her breath, her heart throbbing with fear, sweat dripped down her forehead like rain, she was about to be unable to breathe.

Finally, the man's temperatureless voice broke the silence in the hall.

Jun Beicheng picked up the memorial very calmly, without looking at Mu Zishan who was kneeling on the ground, and said flatly, "She is my queen, not your sister Fuling."

Mu Zishan looked at him puzzled.

"She is unwell and I will take care of her. Do you need to worry about her?"

"Father, he is also thinking about the country and the country," Mu Zishan was so frightened that she could not speak coherently, and kowtowed on the ground in extreme embarrassment, "I also ask the emperor to forgive me. For the sake of the empress, please forgive us. Once, the court lady will never overstep again!"

Jun Beicheng glanced at Xia Yan, and Xia Yan immediately understood, poured tea for him thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I remember that there is still a shortage of people at the imperial tomb. Since this girl cares about the country, how about Let her guard the imperial tomb for the ancestors for a few years, what do you think?"

Mu Zishan couldn't accept this ending. She looked at Jun Beicheng like a thunderbolt, tears streaming down her eyes.

Regarding this question, Jun Beicheng thought for a moment, seemed to be considering his words, and then said, "It depends on you."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty doesn't want it, I know I'm wrong," Mu Zishan's white forehead was bleeding, as if someone had poured cold water on her from head to toe, her whole body was numb, "My daughter don't dare anymore, please Don't let your courtiers guard the imperial mausoleum, I beg you, Your Majesty!"

Jun Beicheng frowned, hearing the girl's weeping voice, she was extremely irritable.

(End of this chapter)