Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 171 Your Majesty Has Never Been Friendly
When Fu Ling returned to the palace, it was almost late at night.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Hall of Mental Cultivation was like frozen ice, so stiff that it was hard to breathe.

There were too many people kneeling in the hall, from the Shangshu of the Ministry of Criminal Justice to the guards of the Defense Department of the capital, trembling and daring not to raise their heads.

If Xia Yan hadn't secretly sent someone to notify her, she should have gone directly to Longgan Palace to rest.

In the south of the city, at Zishi, seventeen boys and girls were killed suddenly. The reason is unknown, and the news has been suppressed by the Ministry of Punishment as soon as possible.

In front of the desk, Jun Beicheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the people in the room, wondering what he was thinking.

Shen Mingjie, Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, was sweating profusely. He lowered his eyes slightly, but saw the emperor's bright yellow and silver inlaid shoes gradually approaching.

Every step was like walking on the tip of his heart.

Unexpectedly, he walked so slowly, he must have done it on purpose, a cunning psychological tactic.

The heaviness in his heart became heavier and heavier.

Since he took over the criminal department, there has never been such a bizarre case. Nearly twenty people were killed, but there was no clue.

"I really want to commend Mr. Shen. It seems that those two boys didn't catch your eye, did they?"

The cold voice was right above his head.

With that inexplicable feeling of fear, he stared at the man's boots on the carpet, which was close at hand, and squeezed his palms, sweating coldly.

He didn't dare to raise his head, and only said: "The emperor calms down, it's because the lower officials have neglected their duties, and the lower officials are guilty!"

Jun Beicheng sneered: "What is Mr. Shen guilty of?"

Xia Yan took a deep breath, seeing Jun Beicheng's expression, Shen Mingjie was about to suffer!
"The lower official did not do a good job in the defense department of the capital, and the inspections were not in place, which led to successive murder cases at the feet of the emperor. I am willing to take the blame and go to a thorough investigation. I will give you an explanation as soon as possible!"

It's a pity that Shen Mingjie said a lot, and didn't wait for Jun Beicheng to speak.

For a long time, he hesitated and looked up, only to see Jun Beicheng's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were gloomy like pools.

Shen Mingjie immediately retracted his head, knelt down tremblingly, his whole heart was in his throat, it was so congested that he found it difficult to breathe.

"May the emperor give the subordinate a chance?"

Shen Mingjie prayed, but there was still no sound, but he could feel the strong breath of the emperor Shen Ge.

Jun Beicheng sneered, walked to the desk and sat down, a strong sense of oppression spread throughout the space with the man's movements.

"In my opinion, Mr. Shen might as well go home and rest?" A creepy voice came from beside his ear.

Out of the instinct to survive, Shen Mingjie subconsciously looked at Xia Yan, he was so panicked that he didn't know what to do.

Jun Beicheng is cruel and merciless, if he said something, he would definitely lose his official position, and if he didn't keep it, he would lose his life!

Xia Yan met Shen Mingjie's eyes, and suddenly tensed up.

He is also helpless, His Majesty is a person who has always been ruthless, and even himself will not be spared.

Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, I'm afraid he would still lose face, of course, except for that little ancestor.

Just when Xia Yan was on fire, Cao Cao arrived at what he said, and his eyes instantly ignited the spark of hope!
When he saw the girl approaching, Jun Beicheng stood up to meet her. He glanced at Xia Yan lightly, his face seemed to merge with the night, and the hostility around him continued to overflow.

Cheyenne shivered.

Hiss, how does he feel, this midsummer in July is so cold.

(End of this chapter)