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"Insolent demoness, you want to confuse us wise and wise emperors at a time like this? There's no need to do such useless work anymore!"

After all, the Minister of the Left was thinking for his disciple. Looking at Zhao Jianhao's bewitched face, he could not help but cry out in anger.

At this rate, he was even worried that Zhao Jianhao, who had ascended to the throne, would not care about anything else for the sake of this demoness. If that was the case, wouldn't he be at a disadvantage? Therefore, at this moment, he shot a glance at his colleagues beside him and hurriedly scolded her.

"Feng Er stood up calmly and smiled at the Left Premier, who had turned from embarrassment to anger." Prime Minister, even if it was a felon before his death, he still had to give him a full meal. Princess Eleven is only here to pay her respects to the wise Emperor of Dahua. What reason do you have to say that I am luring him in and disturbing his mind? "If that's the case, can it be understood that the Prime Minister has other thoughts about this little girl by scolding me in such a hurry?"

Saying so, she smiled mischievously, her beautiful eyes brimming with intelligence.

Upon hearing her words, the crowd below gasped in shock. Who would've thought that this woman was truly a monster? The Prime Minister was at least fifty years old, and his children were all older than her. Yet she, in front of so many people, said that he had ill intentions towards her.

Wasn't this obviously provoking him in front of the Emperor? As expected, Zhao Jianhao, who had the position of Prime Minister, cast a meaningful glance at the infuriated Prime Minister at this moment.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. Sensing Zhao Jianhao's vicious gaze, the Minister of the Left was shocked. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Feng Er's coquettish smile and instantly understood that this was the witch who had lured him into disaster.

This woman had such a vicious heart. She knew that this was all part of her plan, so even if she had to die, she would make sure that she would never be at peace for the rest of her life. At the moment of his death, he even had to forcefully pull her along to do battle with the current emperor …

"How dare you, you slut, insult me like that!" He was so angry that he scolded Feng'er while listening to Zhao Jianhao on stage, which made him even more displeased.

His expression changed as he looked at the Minister of the Left, "Lord Left Premier, this emperor is still above. Do you think this emperor does not exist to scold the Eleventh Princess like that?!"

This direct interrogation caused the Left Premier's legs to go limp. Even though he was holding onto something heavy, he couldn't compare to the people in their seats right now.

All of a sudden, he kneeled on the ground. "Your majesty the emperor is wise. This humble subject doesn't have this intention!"

The gangster naturally didn't want to see him being blamed so easily, so he immediately started to plead on his behalf.

Knowing that he could not eliminate this damnable old man, Zhao Jianhao only gave them a little face and waved his hand, signaling them to rise.

"It's time for the auspicious hour, send the empress up to the skies!"

Right at this moment, the time for the Great Mage to arrive also meant that Feng Er was about to be given some medicinal wine to bury the tyrannical lord who had just died.

Zhao Jianhao's body shook as he looked reluctantly at Feng'er. It stopped on her beautiful face and suddenly clenched its fist.

Feng'er gave the mountain a thank-you.

He sneered in his heart. He was clearly sending himself to his death, yet he still called out 'thank you'.

"Gift the wine to the empress!"

After staring at her for a long time, the officials below wanted to remind her of the situation, but Zhao Jianhao announced the order. Those men from the Minister of the Left laughed proudly when they heard that.

All of the dissatisfaction and hatred from earlier disappeared with the maid carrying the poisoned wine.

There was no need to quibble about living people with dead people. At this moment, all the dissatisfaction and hatred towards her vanished with the appearance of that wine cup.

Feng Er looked at the 'palace maid' who walked over step by step. Her smile became even more joyous. Because this palace maid was none other than the disguised Xuanyuan QIyuan!

He never would have thought that he would see the person who sent him here as a plaything at this time. Moreover, he didn't expect that he would once again appear in front of her as a woman.

Needless to say, the wine he brought would not kill him. Since her life was not in danger, why did she need to suffer so much? Thus, she laughed happily. If it wasn't in front of so many people, she really wanted to burst out laughing loudly.

It had to be known that Xuanyuan Qiyuan's disguise as a palace maid was a miracle that was rarely seen in a hundred years.

He knew what she was laughing at, but Xuanyuan Qiyuan didn't dare to stare at her, much less say anything irrelevant to her.

He only slowly walked in front of her, his voice soft and smooth as he respectfully said, "May the Empress ascend to the heavens!"

One had to say, this voice was clear and melodious. However, Feng'er suspected that this wine was something that "she" had received from that steward. How could he possibly have done anything to prevent her from dying?!

Therefore, although she silently smiled, she also closely observed his every move.

Right at this time, a wave of gunshots rang out from outside. This was the sound of an auspicious time arriving. It was the sound of a cannon sending the late emperor into the imperial mausoleum.

Everyone was attracted by the voice and looked outside. Taking advantage of this time, he quickly took out a small piece of paper from his sleeve and dabbed it on the cup.

Feng'er's eyes glittered as she picked up the cup of wine with the poison in it.

Seeing her smiling and drinking like a flower, a bunch of men were feeling regret in their hearts. It was such a pity for this woman who was like a flower and like jade. If he could hold her in his arms for a long time, it would truly be a beautiful scenery of life.

Of course, the one who regretted it the most was Zhao Jianhao. He had only been looking at her for so long, and had not eaten her. Now, he was sending her off himself. One could only imagine how disappointed he was. One had to know, it was only missing that one mouthful. It would have been fine if he didn't have any hope, but he was just a bit short.

It was because of this thought that he felt hatred and resentment. He looked to the complacent Minister of the Left in the corner and knew that hatred was born from the depths of his heart.

The Minister of the Left was startled by his gaze. He hid his smug smile as he knew that his next few days would be even more difficult. Everything was because of this demoness.

Feng'er held the wine cup in her hand and turned it in a circle before finally raising her eyes to look at Zhao Jianhao, who was sitting on the highest seat. For Feng'er to be fortunate enough to accompany the previous Emperor, all of this was a gift from the Emperor. "

These words caused Zhao Jianhao's heart to freeze for a moment. He really wanted to stop her from drinking anymore. But, he didn't dare shout under the gazes of everyone present. After all, he was the Emperor!

Lifting her head, Feng Er confidently drank that cup of venomous wine.

"Pa …" With a sound, she threw the golden wine cup on the ground. There were some leftover wine within the cup and it splattered on the ground, creating a little bit of white foam. From this, one could imagine how serious the poison in that cup was.

This scene made everyone firmly believe that the eleventh princess of the Haoran Kingdom, this peerless beauty who could topple cities and topple cities, would die just like that.

Staring at the white foam on the ground in shock, Zhao Jian Hao's sharp eyes glared at the Minister of the Left. "Left Premier …"

The Minister of the Left only smiled complacently. At this moment, he only thought that he had already cleared away all the obstacles that obstructed his disciple's path. As for anything else, he had no way of thinking about it.