C15

I didn't feel panicked at all. If Xuanyuan Zhen really angered me and deposed me to the palace, that would be my fortune. Or I could be left in the Extraction Hall without a care in the world, or at least I could avoid the evils of the palace.

But in his heart, he still had the silly thought that he wouldn't blame me, wouldn't blame me. All along, his mind had been tangled up in this. Was he longing for Xuanyuan's love, or did he hope that he wouldn't be involved in this mess and avoid being pampered?

"Miss has been too rash today. That Servant Feng is the daughter of the Minister of Public Administration's concubine. "If the emperor blames you for it …" Mei Duo whispered, his face revealing a worried look.

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, we'll know when we see the emperor." Now that things have come to this, my worries will be in vain. " He had purposely let out a casual laugh to comfort Mei Duo, but wasn't that also comforting himself?

Before he even entered the hall, he could already clearly hear the whimpers of Master Feng. When he entered the main hall, Fang saw her leaning over Xuanyuan's chest.

The tears on her delicate face had long ago turned into tears. Her wronged expression was even more touching, causing one's heart to ache endlessly. Even I really thought I bullied her.

I am blessed, I have only heard a emotionless word from Xuanyuan, "Little beauty, do you know you are wrong?" Mei Duo knelt down beside me and raised her head to stare into Xuanyuan's eyes.

Facing him, she actually revealed a smile that even she herself was surprised with, "Wanqing was not at fault!" "Oh?" Xuanyuan Wentian gave a light snort but his anger and joy could still not be heard. "Are you really unwilling to admit your wrongs?"

"Wanqing is innocent. Since she's innocent, how can she possibly pretend to be?" She cast a sidelong glance at Servant Feng, only to see that the handkerchief in her hand was tightly twisted. On the surface, he still looked weak and weak.

At this time, I still maintained my imposing manner and fearlessly argued, "There is an offense by Attendant Feng, and then there is Wanqing. May Your Majesty be clear that Wanqing is not at fault. "

"Good, good, good." "The daughter of Shanjia is really brave," Xuan said.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty …" Servant Feng bit his lower lip, forcefully suppressing his anger. She then said in a sobbing tone, "The emperor wants to seek justice for chenqie!"

Xuanyuan Qingqing helped Steward Feng up, but she only looked at me. I was surprised to find that there was a trace of a gold-plated temperature in those deep eyes. He was overjoyed, thinking that he definitely trusted me to help him.

"Then I'll punish you to return to the palace and meditate. You are not to leave the palace without my permission." Xuan Yuan's cold voice echoed in the Golden Hall.

The Feng family was immensely proud of themselves. They showed a contemptuous smile towards me. Just as he was wondering why Xuanyuan would be so repetitive, he heard his son speak in a deep voice, "Wang Quan, send Manager Feng back to her Baicui Palace and meditate."

Madam Feng, upon hearing this, found it hard to believe and continued to act like a spoiled child. "Your majesty, your majesty, why must Ziye be punished if he has been wronged?" Xuan Yuan's face darkened as he said with disdain, "Kneel before This Emperor has yet to change his mind!"

Unable to resist, the Feng Family's beautiful eyebrows tightened as they bit down hard on their lower lip. He gracefully thanked her for her kindness, but didn't dare to say anything else. Xuanyuan Po waved his hand to indicate for her to kneel before him and no longer looked at her.

When I turned to look at her, she gave me a hard look. He wished that he could swallow me alive to quench his hatred. And I was calm, not gloating over her punishment.

The farce was over, and the Golden Hall fell silent. After a long silence, Xuan Yuan stood there in a daze.

The palace was filled with the faint fragrance of ambergris, the clear and delicate fragrance made one especially clear-headed. The large and majestic throne of the golden dragon was placed above the main hall, displaying the noble grandeur of the imperial family.

Staring at the plaque on the main hall, I felt a surge of splendor in my heart. Overhead, the rafters were filled with dragon scales painted with the colors of the seal. It was a formidable sight to behold.

Every nerve was stretched taut, and all the people below the feet of the Son of Heaven bowed down. Indeed, it was the aura of an overlord that reigned supreme above all others. What kind of soul-stirring deterrence was this, and what kind of satisfaction would there be when Xuanyuan Conghai looked down on everything from a high vantage point?