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"Who dares!"

Li Cangmin stood in front of Murong Ling and blocked her attack. The face of the seven floor man who looked like the Emperor Xuanwu turned cold, her dignity and noble aura becoming extremely similar to that of the Your Majesty. The footsteps of the Palace Maid Eunuch who was about to step forward slowed down, and did not dare to make a move.

Noble Consort's wrist was already pulled back by Li Fuchen, but the pain was still too much. Seeing how the palace maid was cowering in fear, the white tail of her eyes became even more vicious, "You're just a fool, what are you afraid of!"

"Who's the fool!"

Noble Consort's face paled. She immediately saw Emperor Xuanwu wearing a five clawed, golden dragon yellow robe walking out. Her sharp, cold eyes immediately landed on Noble Consort's body, causing him to shiver.

"Your Majesty …"

Noble Consort's voice trembled as she hurriedly walked to his side, revealing her wrist that was still as weak as before. "Princess Qin broke chenqie's wrist, chenqie only wanted her servant to punish her lightly."

Emperor Xuanwu did not even blink his eyes as his gaze fell on Li Cangmin, "Min Min, tell Royal Father what happened."

"Noble Consort wants to beat up my wife. The princess has grabbed her hand, and it's not good for her to break her own bones. You can only blame my wife for calling me a fool."

After he finished speaking, he gloomily lowered his eyes, "Royal Father, this son is not an idiot."

Li Cangmin had an innate talent since he was young, he was smart and cute. Emperor Xuanwu had already had the intention to be the crown prince, but in the end, he was poisoned and his future prospects were ruined.

This matter had always been a thorn in his heart, so he felt extremely guilty towards his son. Looking at his son's dejected appearance, he felt even more heartbroken.

's cold gaze fell on Noble Consort. "Since Noble Consort's health is not good, let's rest for a while and hand over the palace duties to Yunfei and Lifei to take over."

"Your Majesty, chenqie was just speaking without thinking …"

The Noble Consort panicked. After all, she had been robbed of the authority of the palace and given it to her old rival to take over, the nails she planted in the palace might all be pulled out.

"I have made up my mind. There is no need to say anything more."

The Emperor Xuanwu didn't even look at her, comforted her a little and told Li Cangmin a few things before returning back to the Inner Palace. Noble Consort's expression turned to one of defeat, her pitiful and pitiful expression turned into a sinister look, "Bitch, for now I'll let you guys be proud, we'll see."

Towards the harsh words of the villain, Murong Ling's heart did not waver, she even wanted to laugh.

In reality, she too was laughing. She was beautiful with disdain and ridicule, cold with arrogance, making people's teeth itch with hate. "Noble Consort, take care."

Li Fuchen was in a trance, as he stared at her beautiful and refined face, unable to shift his gaze away. Was this really Murong Ling?

"Your Highness."

Li Fuchen regained his senses, and looked at Shi Junru with dejected eyes. He could not help but be embarrassed: "I have wronged you today."

Shi Junru shook her head, the mist in her eyes, and lightly touched the palm mark on his face with her handkerchief, "The one who is suffering is the Prince. Murong Ling is such a cruel person. "

Only then did Li Fuchen remember the slap on his face. The hatred that he had thrown to the back of his head once again surged.

Seeing that, Shi Junru held the handkerchief to her lips and a pleased look flashed across her eyes.