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Inside the Forbidden City, in the depths of the imperial palace, there was a palace called Yi Palace.

Since the founding of Xuanyuan Kingdom, the Yi Palace had been the empress's bedroom, and it had not been changed since then. Even if the current empress Shangguan Canxue had moved out temporarily, he would probably move back soon, because since ancient times, the Yi Palace had been the empress's personal bedroom, and no one could change that. Even if they had gone out normally, they would move back soon.

Arriving at the Yi Palace was the Empress's personal chamber. It symbolized the arrival of a phoenix with profound implications. How could it be so easily changed?

Three years ago, this place was the focal point of tens of thousands of people. It was the sanctuary in the hearts of countless people in the imperial harem.

However, not long after, the government and government of the empire underwent a sudden change. The sect of the East was sent to the border, and when the prime minister of the court arrived, Dongfang Ziqing's father, Dongfang Huantian, was also removed from office and sent to the border. In an instant, the famous school of the East fell into this state.

The renowned Eastern clan slowly disappeared from the eyes of the people, forgotten by the world, and disappeared into Xuanyuan State. For a moment, the entire area in front of the Dongfang family mansion was desolate, and there were no birds in sight.

Not long after, another shocking piece of news came. The Eastern Empress Dongfang Ziqing had been forced into the cold palace because of a disrespect to the imperial edict. She was on the verge of losing her Queen's position.

All of a sudden, the renowned clans and clans of the Eastern Region, which had been renowned throughout the world, had completely fallen. Even the empress was on the verge of losing her.

At that time, the Yi Palace was the temple of the people, the exclusive palace of the empress.

Now, however, it was indeed a sorrowful scene, with fallen leaves strewn all over the ground and no one to clean it up. The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, was also furious and punished the Head Supervisor Jing An, causing him to lose one rank.

Today, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, once again descended upon the Yi Palace and entered together with Yuwen Yanran.

They had come to Yi Palace. Three years ago, although the East Empress had also been burned to death when he had come to Yi Palace, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, had invited the most famous craftsmen in the world to rebuild the Yi Palace in accordance with the original appearance of the Yi Palace.

Since the founding of Xuanyuan Kingdom, the Yi Palace had been the empress's bedroom, and it had not been changed since then. Even if the current empress Shangguan Canxue had moved out temporarily, he would probably move back soon, because since ancient times, the Yi Palace had been the empress's personal bedroom, and no one could change that. Even if they had gone out normally, they would move back soon.

Arriving at the Yi Palace represented a kind of inheritance that belonged to Xuanyuan Kingdom's Queen's bloodline. For a country, the Queen played a very important role, and could be said to be quite important. As the saying goes, a successful man needs the support of a group of women.

The Emperor Xuan Yuan was none other than that man, and the women who had risen up were the harem. The harem was the darkest place in the entire imperial palace, and there were endless struggles and scheming. Every month, there would be people who would die without knowing why, and eventually be abandoned.

The empress was the person who was supposed to manage the harem. To a harem, the empress was the lord of the harem, and only with the empress could the harem be properly managed.

Inside the Yi Palace, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, stood silently at the entrance of the palace. Looking at the pavilion, it was as if he could once again hear the melodious voice of the Eastern Queen.

Xuanyuan Chen walked into the palace and looked at the pavilion before him. His expression was one of absent-mindedness, as if the Eastern Zi Qing had once again appeared and was dancing in the pavilion, singing a desolate song. A beautiful dance.

"Love and hate in an instant, lifting a cup to the moon love, love and hate two vast, when asked when love. "The chrysanthemum stage reflects the bright moon, but who knew that my love would be so cold in my heart. Drunk in the arms of a king, I would dream of love from my previous life."

Dongfang Ziqing's familiar melodious voice rang in his ears. In a trance, Dongfang Ziqing appeared in the pavilion in front of him and beckoned towards Xuanyuan Chen silently.

Xuanyuan Chenmo muttered in a low voice, "Qing'er!" He then walked towards the pavilion.

After only a few steps, Xuanyuan Chen Mo slightly shook his head and once again looked forward. There was silence, nothing. Everything was like flowers in a mirror, the moon in the water, so ethereal.