"I told you, no gifts" he repeated impatiently, Qian Shang knelt on the ground at a loss.
However, she still doesn't have the same temperament as she did five years ago. She can only lower her head obediently, stand up, lower her eyes, look at the dust on her knees, and remain motionless.
"Well, you, come here and help me take the cloak back to Jiutian Palace," the woman next to Qiye said matter-of-factly
Qian Shang looked around and saw that he was alone, so he lowered his head, walked over, and took the piece of clothing.
"Empress Qian Fei! Are you Empress Qian Fei?" With an absolutely shocked tone, the woman suddenly trembled all over, then took a few steps back and stared at Qian Shang.
Qian Shang frowned at the familiar voice. Knowing that there was no way to avoid it, she had no choice but to look up at the woman resignedly.
Suddenly, she felt that the world was ridiculous and she was extremely sad.
It’s actually………..in red
Looking at Hongyi indifferently, Qian Chang said softly: "This slave is Qian Chang, not Concubine Qian."
"Queen, it's getting late. The Queen Mother will be impatient for a while." Qiye beside him finally spoke, his voice hazy and far away.
Hongyi is the queen. She was once her maid, but now she has become the queen who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
"My servant sends you to the Emperor and the Queen." Qian Shang's eyes seemed unfathomable at this moment.
"Yeah" Qiye snorted lightly, feeling a little depressed and inexplicably depressed. He took the red clothes and walked towards Weiyang Hall.
He achieved his dream. It can be said that he killed two birds with one stone. He took back his military power and got rid of this clingy Qian Shang.
When he received the news of the Prime Minister's death, he felt slightly disappointed. Then, he remembered that she was locked up in the cold palace, a woman who no longer had any threat, so he followed the Queen Mother's wishes and let her out.
He knows they will meet again
He thought about many situations when they met. She cried, she made trouble, she scolded, she refused to let her go, and at the very least she would blame him, blame him for not picking her up, blame him for not looking at her, or she would still pester her.
She looked at him, and then competed for his favor...but it didn't happen. She just bowed meekly, and then restrained all her edges and corners, accepting the reality that it belonged to her but did not belong to her.
