(54) Fight for People before the Gates of Hell

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Aunt Luo hurriedly stepped forward to appease Empress Liang, whose fury could not be restrained. She turned around to look at Prince Ying, who stood quietly in the middle of the palace hall, and said with a tone full of tenderness, "Your Highness, the Empress Goddess is also doing this for your sake. For so many years, she has steered things for you till her heart nearly broke into pieces!"

Xiao Xu lowered his brow, his line of sight falling on the brick before him. If one was to observe him closely, they would discover that the pair of deep, black ink-like pupils was now murky, like the thick fog in the horizons that would not dissipate.

Seeing Xiao Xu not uttering a word, Empress Liang thought he had already compromised, so she leaned back on the golden chair and adjusted her breathing. In a split second, her image of the aloof and remote master of the harem was restored. She calmly lifted her hand to smooth her skirt that had 'a hundred birds looking up at the phoenix' embroidered on it, with her chin up to say, "Xu'er, this time, Mother spent a lot effort to grab hold of Fourth Prince's handle, you have to use it wisely. Although it can't push him into the quagmire in one go, it can still put a stain in hundreds of government official's hearts. Later, add a bit more plans, and I won't have to fear what kind of wave Imperial Concubine Yue will come up with!"

A tint of viciousness suddenly flashed through Empress Liang's eyes, "That Chu Qing-Yan must die, otherwise, she'd attract the attention of hundreds of officials!"

Thin lips pursed flat, the person who hung his head slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes calm and without ripples, "Mother, forgive me, but I this son cannot promise you on this matter."

"What——" She, who was filled with plans, was suddenly splashed with ice-cold water by his words. Empress Liang was so shocked that she lost her composure.

"Chu Qing-Yan saved I your son before. I your son can't bite the hand that feeds him. Therefore, Chu Qing-Yan's life, I your son will definitely protect. I also ask you to please not draw her into these disputes again." Xiao Xu lightly said, his tone resolute as if nobody could change his mind.

"Hehe, even if she saved you, so what? The imperial power above, who didn't have to tread on bloody heads to climb up, step by step? One insignificant life, simply an ant, is not worth you grasping right? Besides, on this earth, no one can resolve Mandara poison. You should still not waste painstaking effort in vain!" Empress Liang furiously looked at this pigheaded son in front of her. She wished she could tear open his head to see what he was thinking? Why did he always have to oppose her!

Xiao Xu felt that continuing to talk to her wouldn't get them anywhere, so with an indifferent expression, he said, "Mother, I your son have already grown up with my own road to walk. So I don't need Mother to worry about it. The night is already dark, so I won't disturb Mother's rest. I your son ask to be excused!"

Empress Liang still wanted to say something, but Xiao Xu didn't wait for her to open her mouth before he nimbly turned around and left with large strides.

Just at this moment, a palace servant entered with a secret report in hand. Seeing Empress Goddess's unhappy complexion, she didn't dare utter a word and directly handed it to Aunt Luo.

Aunt Luo opened the letter and faced Empress Liang to say, "Goddess (1), the spy you planted in His Highness's manor has sent a letter."

"What does it say?" Empress Liang, at this moment, was so furious that her chest moved up and down in bursts. Hearing that a letter had arrived, she thought it was news of Chu Qing-Yan's death, and a burst of happiness flashed through her eyes.

But when Aunt Luo saw the content inside, her eyes opened wide, "Goddess, Chu Qing-Yan has been saved."

A breath choked in Empress Liang's throat. In passing, she grabbed a teacup and smashed it on the floor.

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