She didn’t believe that the emperor was really unaware!
Concubine Xian did indeed plan that Dharma ceremony, and she did deliberately say those evil and troublesome words. However, after multiple verifications, Concubine Xian actually noticed something strange. Is there really nothing unusual about the identity of the queen? Concubine Xian had ordered people to check the intersection of Xiwu Hou Mansion more than once. It was clear that there was a heresy in Si Ningchi's identity, but everything was so reasonable.
There is no such thing as a substitute or disguise.
It is precisely because of this that Concubine Xian was so determined and devised such an evil and chaotic drama. In Concubine Xian's opinion, this was her only chance of victory. She felt that her chances of winning must be higher than anything else.<
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But she had calculated everything except Zhao Zongheng's affection for Si Ningchi.
"Does it matter whether she is or not?" Zhao Zongheng slowly put down the hand covering his mouth and nose. The emperor's cold and cold face and a pair of dark eyes stared at the concubine Xian quietly and said: "Be it an evil spirit or a ghost.
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"I only want her."
"She will be my queen for the rest of her life, and no one can bully her."
Zhao Zongheng gently lowered his eyes, he knew everything.
Concubine Xian suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhao Zongheng with rapid breathing. At this moment, she suddenly felt that what she did was like a big joke. She lay down and whispered, wanting to question and cry, but she suddenly laughed. "It turns out that Your Majesty is not a heartless and loveless person. You can also be so affectionate..."
"But why, why is it her and not me!?"
"Why? It was obviously me who came to the emperor first, it was me!!!"
Concubine Xian roared angrily, her voice was hoarse after not using water for a long time, and the words she shouted were so painful.
She may have already known the answer. She was shouting and crying so much that she fell into a state of madness. Zhao Zongheng took a step back again, frowned and said: "I will make good arrangements for your family."
After saying this, he planned to turn around and leave.
Behind her, the Concubine Xian suddenly fell silent, and suddenly climbed to the door of the cell, laughing and shouting: "Your Majesty, do you think the Queen really loves you!? It's just a show!"
"Hahahaha, she is more ruthless than you."
"Poor, pitiful..."
"Hahaha..."
Zhao Zongheng paused for a moment, stayed for a short moment and suddenly left the prison very quickly.
Not long after Zhao Zongheng left, Concubine Xian hanged herself in prison.
This bloody battle has finally come to an end, and everyone involved will be investigated and dealt with.
Deep winter has arrived, and the new year is approaching.
Zhao Zongheng had not set foot in the harem for a long time, and the Fengwu Palace seemed to be getting deserted day by day. Si Ningchi's health was getting better and better day by day, and he looked much plumper, but there were not many smiles on his face.
The snow bent the pine branches. In the courtyard outside the palace, Si Ningchi drank the tea brewed by Chu Xue. Next to him, Shen Ting knelt on the cushion and carefully trimmed Si Ningchi's nails. The smile on his face became more and more intense. He raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, I have learned how to dye my nails."
"No need." Si Ningchi was not very interested. He lowered his eyes and looked at his green and tender fingers, then retracted his hand and said, "That's fine."
Shen Ting lowered his eyebrows, and his eyes seemed a bit gloomy.
No matter how much he tried to please her, he could never see her smile. She didn't like to smile.
Shen Ting's heart tightened, and some uncontrollable emotions overflowed. He couldn't see her like this.
