Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Jingyang Palace.

"Your Majesty, the palace maid you sent to Zhaochun Palace has been executed by His Majesty."

Xiang Ling's face turned deathly pale, her whole body trembling. She hurriedly walked to Consort Ye with a look of terror and reported back.

Upon hearing this, Consort Ye's eyes darkened instantly, and her face turned extremely ugly.

Just as she had imagined, it was exactly as she had thought.

Even though His Majesty wanted to deal with the Su family, he never had the idea of ​​deposing the Imperial Noble Consort.

His Majesty had previously only stayed at the Imperial Noble Consort's residence. Even though she and Consort Lin had received favor during this period, His Majesty had never slept in the same bed with them.

All of His Majesty's special treatment is reserved for the Imperial Noble Consort; His Majesty's affection for her is absolutely genuine.

Even if the Su family is destroyed, the Imperial Noble Consort will still be made Empress!

Consort Ye gritted her teeth, a sinister glint in her eyes.

How could she allow such a thing to happen? His Majesty was secretly dealing with the Su family behind the back of the Imperial Noble Consort, and even attempted to make her Empress. But this required the Imperial Noble Consort's own willingness.

Could the Imperial Noble Consort accept that the man beside her pillow was the enemy who wiped out her clan?

Humph.

Although today's move was extremely risky, the potential reward was even greater. It's likely that the Imperial Noble Consort has already lost all loyalty to His Majesty.

Now that she has a child, His Majesty would never be too heartless towards her.

Once the Imperial Noble Consort is dealt with, Consort Lin will be nothing more than someone who cannot bear children, and then she will be at the mercy of the Imperial Noble Consort.

Thinking of this, Consort Ye's lips curled into a smile.

Zhaochun Palace.

Time flies by like water, and before we knew it, more than a month had passed.

Su Jingyao stayed indoors all day, but every three days she would summon the female officials of the six palaces to handle the affairs of the six palaces. She did not abandon these affairs because of her depressed mood.

The Empress Dowager now spends her time devoutly worshipping Buddha in the Buddhist hall, seemingly unconcerned about Jun Zechen's harem affairs. Unless something extremely serious happens, she will not easily come out.

For more than a month, Jun Zechen was ruthlessly blocked from entering Zhaochun Palace every time he came.

He could only listen helplessly as Physician Li reported on Su Jingyao's health condition. When he learned that she was still handling the affairs of the six palaces despite her illness, he felt even more pity and worry.

All I could do was instruct Physician Li to tell her to get some rest.

Today, the ministers who were dispatched by Jun Zechen to various cities for secret operations have all returned to the capital, and the results they brought back naturally satisfied Jun Zechen greatly.

During the court session, Jun Zechen sat solemnly on the dragon throne, his expression dignified, and the atmosphere in the hall was solemn.

In front of all the ministers, Anshun read out the imperial edict:

"By the grace of Heaven, I have been able to inherit the throne, rule the world, and govern all people."

However, after thorough investigation and conclusive verification, it has been found that the Ye family, a prestigious family with a century-long history, dared to harbor treacherous intentions and secretly train soldiers in many cities of the Kingdom.

Such heinous acts are clearly attempts to rebel and usurp the throne, and to overthrow the laws and regulations of our dynasty. They are unforgivable crimes of treason.

Therefore, it is hereby decreed that, effective immediately, Grand Commander Ye shall be demoted to a commoner and stripped of all his former official positions and honorary titles.

All the branch leaders of the Ye family who train private armies in various cities are guilty of heinous crimes and cannot be tolerated. They should all be executed immediately to uphold the law and ensure the stability of the nation.

The entire Ye family is to be exiled to the harsh frontier regions from this moment forward, never to return to the capital, to reflect on their mistakes, and to serve as a warning to others.

So be it.

The ministers looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion. They really didn't understand what had happened or why it had happened so suddenly.

Wasn't His Majesty going to deal with the Su family?

Even the Imperial Noble Consort stayed indoors in Zhaochun Palace. Wasn't that a confinement order issued by His Majesty?

Consort Ye is pregnant with the emperor's child. Could it all be an illusion?

The ministers secretly glanced at Jun Zechen, who sat upright on the dragon throne. Because of the crown he wore, the long string of beads obscured His Majesty's majestic face, making it impossible to see the emperor's expression.

At that moment, they felt a chill run down their spines.

His Majesty now appears perpetually shrouded in frost on his cold face in court, revealing a chilling ruthlessness that surpasses even that of the late emperor.

His methods are as swift and decisive as thunder, making it impossible for anyone to fathom his thoughts.

After leaving court, Jun Zechen hurried along, his face showing urgency, eager to get to Zhaochun Palace.

The gates of Zhaochun Palace remained tightly closed as usual. Jun Zechen said in a deep voice, "Anshun, knock on the door."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Following behind His Majesty, Anshun stepped forward and knocked on the door of Zhaochun Palace. Over the past month, Anshun had repeated this action countless times.

Apart from the Imperial Noble Consort, who in the entire harem would dare to turn His Majesty away?

After Anshun knocked a few times, the eunuch inside opened the door. Seeing His Majesty coming in person, he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.

"Your Majesty, this humble servant pays his respects."

Then, without saying a word, Jun Zechen walked straight into the room with a cold expression.

But the young eunuch had received orders from his master not to allow anyone into Zhaochun Palace, so he could only bite the bullet and say, trembling, "Your Majesty, the mistress says she won't see anyone."

As Jun Zechen passed by the young eunuch, he glanced at him coldly, the chill in his eyes making the eunuch feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Then Jun Zechen walked quickly into Zhaochun Palace with a blank expression.

Anshun followed behind His Majesty and shook his head slightly.

As expected of a servant in the Imperial Noble Consort's palace, he really has guts.

Miaoxia was startled when she saw His Majesty enter, and then quickly bowed, "This servant greets Your Majesty."

"Where is your master?"

"Master is in the study," Miaoxia replied, bowing her head.

Upon hearing this, Jun Zechen frowned. He had clearly instructed Imperial Physician Li to let her rest well, and that the affairs of the six palaces would naturally be handled by female officials.

But he didn't think about it anymore. After not seeing her for more than a month, Jun Zechen only wanted to see her as soon as possible, so he strode towards the study.

The weather has now reached its hottest point, and the ice basin in the study exudes a slight coolness; Zhaochun Palace certainly has no shortage of such cooling items.

Su Jingyao wore a pure white gauze dress, the light gauze skirt seemed to be surrounded by a hazy fairy aura.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, loosely held in place by only a single, delicate hairpin.

A few strands of hair playfully fell beside her fair cheeks.

Her expression was as cold as snow, like a beautiful and unapproachable ice sculpture. She sat upright at the table, a slender, white hand holding a pen, moving it gently across the paper.

Like a fairy descending quietly from the heavens, her beauty is breathtaking.

When Jun Zechen stepped in, he immediately saw her like this, and his heart trembled again and again.

He was truly attracted to her all the time.

Su Jingyao sensed the movement, and slowly raised her eyes, which were as cold as autumn water, to look at him.

Her face remained as calm as a lake, without much emotional fluctuation.

She stood up, walked to the table, and gave Jun Zechen a proper bow.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."

Jun Zechen hurriedly took two steps forward and helped her up, feeling at a loss.

A distance had grown between them...

"Yaoyao, please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?" Jun Zechen's voice carried a hint of pleading.

"Your Majesty is not angry. I am just an insignificant woman in Your Majesty's harem. Your Majesty does not need to explain to me what you do, and I will not make a fuss."

Su Jingyao met Jun Zechen's gaze with unwavering eyes, her eyes showing genuine indifference to his concealment, even accepting it with equanimity.

Without expectations, there will be no disappointment; she only needs to do her job well.

Jun Zechen didn't want to see her cold face at all at this moment; he only wanted to see the little girl who used to fawn over her.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

"Yaoyao, in my heart, you are the most important. I may have thought about dealing with the Su family before, but because of Yaoyao, I hesitated and overturned all my previous decisions."

"I asked Yao Yao to use contraception for the sake of your health," he said in a low and urgent voice.

"My favoritism towards Consort Ye is... to deal with the Ye family."

At this moment, Jun Zechen only wanted to completely lay bare his heart to her. He disliked the scheming among the women in the harem, but wasn't his own scheming just as despicable?

He ascended the throne step by step, treading on blood.

He had his own ambitions, and he would use all sorts of means to achieve them. Even mountains of corpses and seas of blood could not outweigh the praise in history books for him as a great emperor of all time.

Yao Yao was the only pure corner in his heart, and he placed his softest heart on her.

To others, he was a heartless and ruthless emperor, but in front of Yao Yao, he wanted to be a caring husband.

"Your Majesty always has so many reasons..."

Su Jingyao was obediently held in his arms, her voice soft and gentle, her eyes filled with a hint of sorrow.

"Will I also become Your Majesty's pawn in the future?"

Su Jingyao raised her head and looked directly at Jun Zechen. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying hard to control her emotions.

Jun Zechen stiffened upon hearing this question.

He didn't want to tell Yao Yao about his schemes because he was afraid she would suspect him.

"No, Yao Yao won't," Jun Zechen quickly replied.

"Even if I become ruthless and unscrupulous in the future, will Your Majesty not change?"

Su Jingyao asked softly, her voice tinged with self-mockery.

Jun Zechen didn't speak, his brows furrowed slightly as he fell into deep thought.

Why would Yao Yao ask such a question? Is she still the same person who is ruthless, insidious, and vicious?

"No matter what my Yao Yao is like, I will love her, and that will never change."

Jun Zechen picked her up, walked to the table and sat down. Then he took a deep breath on her neck; he really missed her.

The strength with which he held her made Su Jingyao feel suffocated.

But Jun Zechen seems to want to express his longing in this way.

"For more than a month, Yao Yao has not seen me. I miss Yao Yao very much. Even though I am not by your side, I am still controlled by you."

In order to see her as soon as possible, he accelerated his efforts to deal with the Ye family, even if it was more risky.

Su Jingyao leaned against him, listening to him express his love and longing, but her heart remained unmoved.

Suddenly, Jun Zechen noticed a few lines of writing on the Xuan paper on the table. Was it written by Yao Yao just now?

He held out his hand and took it out; it was written on it:

The feelings were voluntary, and there was no regret afterward. There was no talk of owing anything, and no regret for the encounter.

Jun Zechen suddenly remembered what she had once said: "It is my greatest fortune to have met you, even in sorrow, it is still love."

Why did she write this?

Is she going to end her love for him?

The thought plunged his heart into an ice cellar, and his hands unconsciously clenched the Xuan paper, crumpling it into a ball.

Jun Zechen met her gaze, his eyes filled with shock and anger. His voice was deep and powerful, "I forbid it!"