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The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, was wearing a dragon robe and wielding a treasured sword in his hand. He was waving his sword in the air above the imperial study, and rays of cold light were cutting through the air like flowing clouds or flowing water.

"Alright, your majesty the Emperor." The eunuch Little Treasure shouted.

"Well done, your majesty!"

"Good luck."

"The Emperor is a wise man with the bearing of a swordsman, comparable to a god." The eunuch, Xiao Bao, continuously cheered and flattered him.

A moment later, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, stopped his dance and threw the treasured sword in his hand to the eunuch next to him.

It seemed that Little Treasure was scared to the point that his entire body was trembling when he saw the Imperial Treasure Sword flying over. He reached out his trembling hands to catch it and hugged it tightly to his chest. His body was completely drenched in cold sweat as he continued to shake.

"Haha!" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan, Chen Mo, laughed loudly and teased, "Aren't you very good at jeering?" "Why are you so frightened now?"

The corner of the eunuch's mouth twitched as he smiled in embarrassment and said, "Your majesty is wise and wise, your servant is the one praising your majesty. How can your servant compare to your majesty?"

Eunuch Xiaobao hung his imperial sword on the wall and stood aside respectfully.

"Right, how is Imperial Concubine Yuwen's injury?" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, walked over to the table. He took a sip of tea and asked.

The eunuch, Xiao Bao, slightly nodded and respectfully replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Yuwen's injuries are steadily improving. She can already get off the bed and walk around, Your Majesty need not worry."

Following that, the eunuch's eyes shifted and spoke once again with respect, "Your Majesty, Imperial Consort Yuwen and Empress Dongfang are very similar. I'm afraid that in this palace …"

A trace of sadness appeared in the eyes of the Son of Heaven, Chen Mo, as if recalling the past. He nodded slightly and said sorrowfully, "That's right. Yanran and Qing Er are just too similar."

The eunuch, Xiao Bao, nodded his head slightly and said respectfully: "Empress Dongfang, we used to be empress, but we have to make sure of a few concubines in the imperial harem. If all these concubines were to blame Imperial Concubine Yuwen now, I'm afraid that Imperial Concubine Yuwen's days would not be good."

A flash of light appeared in the eyes of the Son of Heaven, Xuan Yuan. He muttered to himself, "I didn't think of this problem. Now that you mention it, it is very inappropriate. Little Treasure, what are you thinking about?"

"His Majesty can take advantage of Imperial Consort Yuwen giving his life to save the emperor right now. Right now, when she's saving her life, Imperial Concubine Feng Yuwen will become Imperial Consort, and this way, other than the Empress and several Imperial Consorts, no one will dare to go against Imperial Consort Yuwen in public. Moreover, at this time it's very easy for them to speak out loud and no one will object.

A light flashed in the eyes of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo. He thought for a while and said to himself, "This is a good plan, but I'm afraid the Queen will have some objections."

"Your Majesty …" The eunuch wanted to speak, but he stopped and did not speak.

The All-Seer Xuan Yuan frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. There is no need to be afraid."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The eunuch, Little Treasure, nodded his head and said respectfully, "Actually, what the empress cares about is that someone is threatening her throne. The empress only needs to find a chance to clarify it with the empress, so I presume the empress won't object. Also, the emperor can't be too cold to the empress.

"Haha, Little Treasure, you're very smart." The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan, Chen Mo, laughed and praised him. He then nodded and said to himself, "I understand that this is the only way."

"Little Treasure, set up the wutong palace." The Son of Heaven, Xuan Yuan, Chen Mo, ordered. With that, he walked outside.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiao Bao saluted respectfully before quickly walking out of the hall.

"Placement, Parasol Tree Palace."

The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan ChenChen, mounted the Dragon Chase and marched majestically towards the Wutong Palace.

Not long after, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, arrived outside the Wutong Palace. He instructed the maids outside the palace not to bow or make any noise, and the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, did not wish to disturb Dongfang Ziqing.

Xue Mei was just preparing dinner when she saw the arrival of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, and was startled. She was about to bow but was stopped by the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo.

"Shh!" The Son of Heaven, Chen Mo, shushed her and asked softly, "Where is Yanran?"

Xue Mei respectfully said in a low voice: "Greetings, Your Majesty. Imperial Concubine, is admiring the moon from the high platform."

"Oh?" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, smiled and walked towards the high platform.

At this moment, Dongfang Ziqing was on the high platform. She raised her head to look at the bright moon in the sky and fell into deep thought, not saying a word.

The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, came to the high platform but did not make a sound. He looked at the peerless beauty in front of him and felt his heart throb.

At this moment, under the hazy moonlight, on the high platform, the night breeze gently blew Dongfang Ziqing's black hair and clothes, and the gentle moonlight fell on Dongfang Ziqing's body, causing her to give off a holy aura. It immediately caused the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, to be greatly shocked, as if she were a fairy from the heavens, Chang'e of the Moon Palace was running towards the moon.

At this moment, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan, Chen Mo, was quietly watching. His eyes were blurred, completely attracted by Dongfang Ziqing.

A long time later, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, shook his head. He smiled warmly and walked toward Dongfang Ziqing. When he was behind her, he gently took off his coat and draped it over her.

Dongfang Ziqing came back to her senses and felt the additional clothes on her body. She turned around and saw the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, smiling warmly at her. She felt as if she was in a dream.

"Your majesty." Dong Fang Zi Qing's eyes reddened slightly. She mumbled softly, then leaned against the arms of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, and fell into her memories.

The silver moon hung high in the sky as stars filled the sky. Under the moonlight, the palace was hazy, quiet and peaceful.

The peerless beauty of her generation, Dongfang Ziqing, was quietly leaning against the arms of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo. She didn't say anything for a long time. Her eyes were slightly red. She was actually thinking of the past.

That year, they were all still children. That year, they were all very innocent. That year, he was the young Emperor, and she was the daughter of the Prime Minister, the one who had created the heavens.

Both of them loved each other, but in the end, Dongfang Ziqing discovered that there was no longer any love between them. There was only a bloody hatred.

The Heavens always liked to play tricks on people. Since they couldn't be together, and since there was no result, why did they have to arrange for them to meet?

"Since it's so shallow, how can my feelings be so deep?"

A trace of tears flowed down from the corner of Dongfang Ziqing's eyes. They slid down from her exceptional face and landed on the Tian Zi Xuanyuan and Chen Mo's chest.

"Brother Chen Mo, this is the last time I will call you that, and this is also the last time I will shed tears for you. After today, there will be no more between us, only hatred, a hatred dripping with blood."

Dongfang Ziqing was shouting loudly in her heart, as if she was talking to herself, but also talking to the time when she had passed away, and remembering to listen.

When the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, saw Dongfang Ziqing snuggling in his arms, he naturally did not disturb her. He stood there silently, allowing her to carry him.

After a long while, the waves in Dongfang Ziqing's heart subsided. She gave a faint smile and left the arms of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo. She stood at the front and looked at the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo.

From now on, there was no longer any connection between Dongfang Ziqing and the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo. There was only bloody hatred between them.

In the heart of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo, in the heart of the people of the world, Dongfang Ziqing had already died. She had been burned to death in the Yi Mansion three years ago.

From then on, there was no longer any Dongfang Ziqing in the world. There was only Yuwen Yanran who would sacrifice everything for revenge.

"Yanran, have you recovered?" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan, Chen Mo, looked at Dongfang Ziqing and asked with concern. His face was filled with a warm and caring expression and a gentle smile.

The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, was not a heartless person. Deep in his heart, he also felt ashamed of Dongfang Ziqing. However, it was because her surname was Dongfang that the two of them felt like strangers.

Dongfang Ziqing smiled slightly. Her flirtatious expression made the moon in the sky lose its luster. Her red lips parted slightly as she softly said, "Your majesty, chenqie is fine and her injury has already healed. Your majesty, don't worry."