"So, Queen Duan came back from Zhaoling just to stop the fourth young master of the Feng family before they get married to the princess!"
"Then...don't the Queen and Empress Duan become...enemies?"
"Brother, you are wrong." Passerby A straightened up and smiled triumphantly: "When did they not become enemies?"
The discussion at the teahouse continued. Through a thin bamboo curtain, two men sat in the private hall, and they could completely hear what was said outside.
"The relationship between the Queen and Queen Duan is really on the same level, right?" The handsome man blinked and turned to look at the people sitting and drinking tea.
The pale cyan sleeves exposed a section of fair arms, and the long fingers were as white as snow, which were actually more transparent than the white porcelain cup he held between his fingers. His clear eyes glanced lightly, and there seemed to be the glimmering light of a lake.
reflected on the eyelids.
Lan Qingruo had a slight morbid weakness on the tip of his eyebrows, and answered with a calm smile, "The situation is unpredictable, who knows whether they are friends or foes."
"Everyone now knows that the Queen and Queen Duan are at odds with each other. If things continue like this, they might really... fight, right?" The man curled his lips, his expression was casual, and there was even a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
He is Prince Ping, Mo Zhenshu, and the cousin of Mo Nanhen and Mo Xianyu. In terms of seniority, Mo Zhilan should be called "uncle emperor".
"Your Majesty, do you think you can see through the two queens?" Lan Qingruo asked gently while sipping her tea.
"What do you think, Mr. Xiang?" Mo Zhenshu leaned his face sideways and asked with a smile.
Lan Qingruo had nothing to say. The lakes and mountains in a certain room were pale and distant. She coughed sickly, and her cheeks were as white as frost.
"When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. Neither the Queen nor Queen Duan can or will make any big moves. The Queen lives in the south of the Yangtze River, and Queen Duan is in the imperial capital. One south and one north are already far apart.
Kill. Now it just depends on who will move first. Whoever moves first will suffer more." Lan Qingruo coughed softly and said as the delicate bamboo curtain fell into the mottled light.
"Does the prime minister value the queen more, or the queen Duan more?" Mo Zhenshu asked lightly.
"What I value is His Majesty's will." Lan Qingruo replied.
"The life or death of the emperor's uncle is uncertain now. To be disrespectful, I suspect that the Feng family concealed the news about the emperor's uncle just to cover up the fact that the emperor's uncle has most likely... passed away. The prime minister should know that once the emperor's uncle passes away,
Collapse, who will own this Tianche country?
." Mo Zhenshu raised his eyebrows and sneered coldly: "Xianyu marries Feng Yu. This is Feng Xizi's little trick. Not to mention Queen Duan, even I will not agree with Xianyu's child inheriting the throne. The Feng family
I’m afraid the wishful thinking of Jiang Shan changing his surname was too early.”
Lan Qingruo smiled, stood up slowly, and slowly rolled up the bamboo curtain hanging on the window of the elegant room with her long fingers.
The bamboo curtains were rolled up, and the bright sunlight streamed in, adding a little more color to his sickly handsome face.
Standing by the window, quietly watching the people coming and going on Zhuque Street downstairs.
In the prosperous days of Tianche, the imperial capital was prosperous.
Behind An Ran is an invisible and desperate plan. Who can escape and who can avoid it...
After a while, he continued, "The prince is the late emperor's cousin, and the princess is the late emperor's biological sister. In terms of bloodline, the princess is indeed closer than the prince."
Behind Lan Qingruo, Mo Zhenshu squinted his eyes and said softly: "Master Xiang, are you saying that I can't compare to Xianyu?"