Chapter 386 Is it love or harm?

Author: Fragrance is all over the world

Chapter 386 Is it love or harm?

"Do you think you love Hansong by not relegating her to the cold palace?"

When the imperial concubine said this, she had forgotten her status and dignity. The resentment and hatred she had buried deeply for half her life broke out at this moment.

"You were harming her, and you were also an accomplice in Han Song's death. It was your hesitation and your weakness that killed her!"

She yelled these words in a hoarse voice, and her tears were like water bursting from a dam, but no amount of tears could wash away the sins on her body. Every day she lived with regret was like a punishment from God on her.

Isn't it? she asked herself.

At that time, the Huo family attracted a large number of customers because of their outstanding financial resources. Half of the officials in the court had received favors from the Huo family.

On the first day of the first month of January, just because the emperor left the queen's palace an hour earlier than usual, it was obviously a palace matter, but somehow it spread to the people. There was actually a scholar who wrote an article blaming the emperor for being cold and heartless and neglecting his wife.

It's so ridiculous that a majestic emperor actually succumbs to the Huo family?

But that was the reality at that time.

The emperor's eyes were scarlet, and his hands under the bright yellow sleeves were trembling, "Shut up!"

This was a scar that he had not wanted to mention for many years. He instinctively thought that he had forgotten it and would never think of it again, but this was all self-deception.

A broken mirror, no matter how well it is put together, cannot reflect a complete portrait, and neither can a broken heart.

At this time, Yi Wang and Li Fuquan stood silently on the sidelines. They listened to this tragedy as if they were personally involved in it, but also as if they were not involved.

They have no position to comment on whether the emperor is doing the right thing or not. They know that as ministers, the most important thing is to respect the emperor. Therefore, even if they feel some pity for the crying imperial concubine, they cannot say a word for her.

Say good things, otherwise you will destroy your future.

"Hahaha!"

While crying, the imperial concubine suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, then raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, and looked at the emperor in dragon robes in front of her with sad eyes.

Perhaps he was so busy with government affairs that he wore a dragon robe to attend this wedding.

"You clearly know that Huo Lianjun is jealous, and you clearly know that the ministers in the world want you to deal with Hansong as soon as possible. Why don't you relegate her to the cold palace? Do you think that you love her just because you want to keep her as a concubine despite being criticized by thousands of people?"

The woman's loud shouting voice was sharp and sharp. It was obvious that she was out of breath from crying, but her words were filled with deafening mockery.

The imperial concubine couldn't help but think that if the emperor could put Hansong into the cold palace, maybe Huo Lianjun wouldn't be so eager to take her life, and maybe everything would turn around.

But the most despairing things in the world are 'maybe', 'later' and 'if'.

"In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Hansong didn't even have a charcoal for heating. How could her palace catch fire?" The imperial concubine opened the wound in the emperor's heart hoarsely, revealing the bloody truth, "Hansong has been in the palace for seven years and has never stepped out of this palace.

How could she make enemies with people in the world after being locked up for only half a step? How could the palace, which was heavily guarded by the Royal Guards, be easily broken through by those people from all religions? How could they break into Hansong's palace so directly, killing people and setting fire to it?

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"Have you ever thought about this?"

"Sheng Hongzhao, stop deceiving yourself! You obviously know everything, why do you pretend to know nothing!"

The imperial concubine pointed at the emperor's nose and cursed angrily. Even the emperor was unwilling to call him and called him by his first name.

"You are presumptuous!"

The emperor stiffened his neck, and the beard around his mouth was trembling. At this time, he no longer had the dignity of sitting high in the hall, and he looked like an ordinary man whose lies had been exposed.

After hearing the concubine's words, Li Fuquan lowered his head silently, and the peacock feathers on the hat on his head seemed to be covered in a haze. He had no face to face the concubine, and even more shameless to face the dead concubine Ru, because he was also the one who deceived himself and others.

It was December when dripping water turned into ice. Although Ru Fei was not relegated to the cold palace, she still lived in her own palace. However, the queen wanted to negotiate with her, so Ru Fei could not get the monthly salary that the noble concubine should have enjoyed.

Without a monthly salary, how can we have enough food and clothing?

Rufei, who used to be the most favored concubine in the Sixth Palace, has become a pitiful creature that no one cares about. Who would not want to step on those servants who are trying to flatter her?

One can imagine the difficult life that Concubine Ru lived. Even Sheng Xiujing, who was originally a prince, became a scoundrel of unknown origin because of the affair between the concubine and the bodyguard.

No one would care about the mother and son, leaving them to fend for themselves.

But one night, it was extremely cold, and Li Fuquan, who was keeping watch at night, couldn't help but tremble even though he wore two large cloaks.

No one noticed that a large group of Jianghu people armed with swords broke into the palace and went straight to Rufei's palace, burning, killing and looting. But how many villains could there be in Rufei's palace who had become an abandoned concubine, and how much wealth could she have?

All they took away was the lives of Concubine Ru and her poor child.

By the time the Royal Guards noticed it, Ru Fei's palace was already on fire, and the fire almost lit up half of the sky.

Because of this fire, many palace residents were saved from freezing to death.

In the words of a palace maid, "Rufei was such an extremely gentle person. Even on the day she died, she used fire to warm us. But why didn't such a good person die a good death?"

Li Fuquan remembered that when he arrived at the scene, Huo Lianjun, who was still the queen, had been there early and told him that the assassins who broke into the palace were all people who came to seek revenge on Concubine Ru. Now they have been caught.

Just waiting for the interrogation by the Minister of Dali Temple.

Who was the Minister of Dali Temple at that time? He was a descendant of the Huo family, and he was the one who wanted to call Huo Lianjun his niece.

He also remembered that when he reported this matter to the emperor, the emperor just clenched his fist and then unclenched it, that's all.

'Let the Queen handle this matter.'

It was as if the emperor's words were ringing in Li Fuquan's ears again. It was so pale and powerless. He didn't know that a person could be so heartless, and that he could not even ask a question about the love between husband and wife for seven years.

The imperial concubine raised her head and looked at the dark sky in front of her. The dim light from the surrounding lanterns showed the tears in her eyes, "Hansong, have you seen it? I'm here to admit my mistake to you."

Perhaps both Murong Qing and Jin Yu thought that she would confess her crime only after seeing the emperor, but they were both wrong. A ruthless person like the emperor was not worthy of her bowing her head and repenting.

The person who murdered Han Song was Huo Lianjun, so the knife that killed Han Song was handed over by a ruthless person like Sheng Hongzhao.

Why should he pretend to know nothing? How could he die with peace of mind?

"Pooh!"

The imperial concubine was full of anger and spat in front of the emperor. All manners and dignity were bullshit. He was worthy of it.

He should be like himself, falling asleep and waking up with regrets every night, and everything he sees every day has the shadow of Han Song.
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