Raising a Dog is Better than Palace Fight Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Retribution (2)

　　As night falls, the splendid palace is painted with a layer of pitch black color. The dry branches sway in the cold wind, which looks extremely scary. The whirling wind whimpers in the sky, making people uneasy. This was destined to be an unquiet night. From time to time, the sounds of broken porcelain and the mournful cries of women could be heard from the East and West Sixth Palace. The palace guards on night watch hurried past with lanterns in hand, not daring to look more, let alone ask more questions.

　　In the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Wu of Zhou was crouching at his desk to review memorials. There was a sachet hanging on the rosewood penholder where the imperial pen was hung, and the faint fragrance came from it, making people feel more at ease.

　　"Your Majesty, Shen Huiru is awake and is clamoring to see you." Chang Xi dismissed a young eunuch who reported the news and walked into the palace and said softly.

　　Emperor Wu of Zhou continued to review the memorial without even moving his brows. Chang Xi saw that he was indifferent and was about to retreat when he saw him put down the papers he had approved and said quietly, "Let's go and have a look." There must be an understanding between them.

　　After walking a few steps, he frowned, then came back, took the sachet from the pen holder and put it in his arms.

　　The cold palace looked even more dilapidated in the night. The ground was covered with dry and broken wormwood. The wind rustled and rustled, which was very unpleasant to hear. The window paper of the palace had long been eroded by rain, and it did not protect against the cold at all. There is no difference between dripping water and ice inside and outside the house.

　　Shen Huiru was lying on a damp and moldy bed, with only a thin quilt for warmth. Blood was still flowing from her bed, soaking a large area of ​​her skirt. She was shivering from the cold, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead due to the pain, but the expression on her face was calm, without any hint of despair or fear of impending disaster. At this point, all her struggles were in vain. She had to save her strength to see that man.

　　Nianci gathered up the dry wormwood and lit a small fire. He stayed far away from Shen Huiru and did not care about her life or death. She now regrets it very much and begins to miss the trouble-free life in the ancient wells of Qianfo Mountain.

　　The creaking sound of the dilapidated palace door being pushed open attracted their attention. When they saw the man behind Chang Xi, their eyes lit up at the same time.

　　"Your Majesty, have mercy on me. I know I was wrong!" Nian Ci crawled up to the man and kowtowed. The ground was soon stained with blood.

　　"It's too noisy." The man said calmly. Chang Xi behind him waved his hand, and Nianci flew up, hit the palace wall and fainted.

　　Seeing Chang Xi's skill, Shen Huiru, who was half leaning on the bed, suddenly laughed. If Chang Xi is fake, then the emperor must be real! Thinking of handing over the Requiem that poisoned the Queen Mother to the other party with her own hands, she felt like a clown, pitiful and pathetic!

　　"I have met the emperor." She stopped smiling and spoke very calmly.

　　Emperor Zhou Wu ignored her, didn't even look at her, walked slowly to the only chair in the hall, and frowned when he saw the thick dust stained on it.

　　Chang Xi immediately walked over, took off the big cloak he was wearing and put it on top.

　　"What do you want from me?" The man leaned back on the chair casually, his dark and deep eyes fixed in a way that made people dare not look directly at him. The woman's face was very pale, her lips were dry and chapped, with a few traces of blood soaked out, and she looked very miserable. However, his heart was extremely calm, and he would never be disturbed by the other party again.

　　"All the sins are borne by my concubine and my father. It has nothing to do with the young and old of the clan. Please show mercy to the emperor and spare them." Shen Huiru straightened up, dragged the sick body out of bed, knelt in front of the man, and dyed red A large piece of the skirt was still dripping with blood, and a strong fishy smell hit her nostrils. This scene is truly tragic to the extreme! Shen Huiru was betting that this man still had a trace of compassion for her.

　　It's a pity that she thought wrong. After five months of bizarre experiences and almost collapse, the man's heart has become as cold as thousand-year-old iron.

　　"The Shen family has collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country. If you succeed, how many people in our great Zhou Dynasty will die at the hands of the barbarians?" Emperor Wu of Zhou leaned forward and asked word by word. Seeing the woman looking at her with pity and pleading eyes, he smiled, but the words he said chilled people to the core, "I feel that using thousands of lives of the Shen family to repay your sins is not enough! After destroying the nine clans, there are still ten As long as you have anything to do with the Shen family, as long as this country is still surnamed ancient, you will be slaves and maids from generation to generation, and you will never get ahead."

　　After saying this, the man ignored the woman's ferocious and twisted expression, stood up and prepared to leave.

　　"Your Majesty, I really regret it! I regret not killing you in the first place!" Shen Huiru grabbed the hem of his clothes with all her strength and said fiercely through gritted teeth.

　　The man smiled, kicked her hand away and moved on.

　　"Your Majesty! Do you still remember our past? Do you still remember the promise you made to me? You said that you would marry me in a beautiful and beautiful way! Let all the people of Zhou Dynasty know that you love Concubine! I want to give birth to the most noble prince and princess with me! But have you done it? What have you given me after three years in the palace?" She threw herself to the ground and screamed miserably.

　　Emperor Zhou Wu stopped and turned around to look at her with bottomless eyes. After a while, he slowly said, "What did I give you? Shen Huiru, in the three years since you have been in the palace, have you ever been poisoned? Have you ever been made to feel sorry for yourself?" ?Have you ever been betrayed and betrayed by a close maid? Not at all! I have eliminated all hidden dangers for you! I have protected you airtight! Even," at this point, he closed his eyes and his voice became very hoarse, "I She even erected a shield for you, letting her fight for you and fight for you. You only need to stay in Zhongcui Palace with peace of mind until the day when the court is cleared and you ascend to the throne. I am protecting you in my own way. You, and I did it! I may be sorry for all the women in the palace, but I am only worthy of you!"

　　Withdrawing his gaze, he kicked open the palace door and walked outside. When the biting cold wind blew, his eyes that were surging with emotion immediately calmed down. He pressed the sachet on his chest and strode away.

　　"Your Majesty! Don't leave, I know I was wrong..." Shen Huiru's hoarse voice no longer had any resentment, only deep regret remained. There were no plots or intrigues. Now that I think about it, how peaceful and happy her days were in Zhongcui Palace! But everything was ruined by her greed!

　　Chang Xi picked up the cloak on the chair and stepped over her. It's too late to regret!

　　Outside the palace, the Taishi Mansion.

　　When the news came out that the good concubine had given birth and was relegated to the cold palace, the crowd that had come to express condolences at the Grand Master's Mansion immediately disappeared. Most of them were attached to Shen Taishi because they only liked the good concubine's belly and the emperor's love for the good concubine. With these two things gone, the Shen family was immediately knocked back to its original state, no, even worse than before. How could such a good person be thrown into the cold palace, and Grand Master Shen was seriously injured and deprived of all his positions? This was undoubtedly a signal that the emperor wanted to take action against the Shen family. Maybe, the bloody disaster that destroyed the Shen family this time was the emperor's handiwork.

　　Naturally, those who can serve as officials in the court are smart people. The Shen family was immediately classified as a household that was not allowed to interact with the distinguished families in Beijing. Those who had a close relationship with the Shen family felt that a disaster was imminent.

　　In the gloomy and miserable mourning hall, Master Shen sat dejectedly beside his legitimate son's coffin in a daze. The steward sent the attendant away and handed a secret letter into his hand.

　　He calmed down and read it with all his strength, his slumped face looking even older. The letter fell from his trembling hands and was picked up by the wind and swirled over the mourning hall, giving it a somewhat ominous meaning.

　　"Sir, what happened?" the butler asked in a low voice.

　　"Xie Zhenghao is dead. The man in the palace must be the emperor! It must be! He woke up!" Master Shen collapsed on the back of his chair. Orthodoxy is orthodox. As long as he is allowed to sit on the throne, he has countless means to destroy the Shen family!

　　"Master, Master, what's wrong with you!" Seeing Master Shen closing his eyes and slowly falling to the ground, the housekeeper shouted anxiously.

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　　The next day, Meng Sang came to Qianqing Palace just after Yumao hour to attend to his illness. Heavy snow began to fall from the gray sky. She walked quickly to the front of the hall and took off her cloak.

　　Chang Xi stopped the announcements from people outside the palace so as not to disturb the emperor's sleep. Then he diligently took Empress Dowager De's cloak and led her to the bedroom.

　　The hall was burnt with earth dragons and was as warm as spring. A camellia bonsai placed by the window lattice sprouted new buds and even spit out a few flower buds, which attracted Meng Sangyu to take a few more glances. She was surprised to find that the previously empty and cold Qianqing Hall had many green potted plants, making it appear warm and full of vitality.

　　It is true that people will be particularly attached to life after they die once. She was thinking as she walked, and when she saw the dragon couch with the bed curtains closed, she looked at Chang Xi with a little hesitation, "Is the emperor still awake? Then I should go to the side hall and wait for a while."

　　"Your Majesty gave orders last night. Please ask your Majesty to wake him up immediately when he comes." Chang Xi bowed and replied.

　　The Holy Spirit’s oral orders must not be disobeyed. Meng Sangyu pursed her lips and had to step forward and open the bed curtain, preparing to wake the man up.

　　The man's thick eyebrows were furrowed diagonally into his temples, and there were two thick groups of black and blue under his eyelids. He obviously slept uneasily. His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his handsome face had a somewhat cold air. Meng Sangyu knew that when he opened his eyes, the ruthlessness in those bottomless eyes was so chilling.

　　She leaned forward and was about to speak but hesitated. It's better to let him sleep a little longer. At least he's harmless when he's asleep and she doesn't have to worry about it. She was just about to put down the bed curtain, but the man opened his eyes first. When he saw the woman beside the bed, he didn't show any surprise at all. Instead, he raised a hazy but true smile and pulled the woman onto the bed.

　　"Sang Yu, sleep with me for a while." He put his arms around the woman's slender waist and murmured contentedly. This tone and movement made it seem like the two of them were face to face every day when they woke up.

　　"Your Majesty, this concubine is carrying a cold air!" Meng Sangyu struggled to remember, and accidentally touched the jade pillow, and found that his sachet was pressed underneath.

　　When she was stunned, the man had turned over and pressed her into the couch. He put her hands on his shoulders and murmured, "Hug me, I can't sleep without you by my side."

　　The beauty was clearly close at hand, but he couldn't touch her. He was afraid of arousing her disgust, and he was even more afraid of pushing her to the forefront. Only in dreams can he relive the warm and sweet times of the past.

　　When have I ever slept with you in my arms? Didn't you have insomnia every night without me? Meng Sangyu gaped at the sleeping man curled up in his arms, wondering again if there was something wrong with his memory. No matter how rich her imagination was, she could never have imagined that Abao, who had been with her for nearly five months, would be the high and mighty Emperor.

- Extracting MTL from raw by Du Xian'er (Poison❀Fairy) -

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