usatvline Chapter 515 Tyrant
Chapter 515 Tyrant
The twenty-fourth year of Changyuan.
It was the 24th year since the fourth emperor of Dai Viet ascended the throne, and also the 24th year since the first female emperor in history ascended the throne.
It was snowing heavily outside the Ganlu Palace, and a woman in gorgeous clothes was kneeling in front of the door.
Her face was three times paler than the flying snow, and her eyes were full of sorrow.
She begged, "Aunt Changyan, please, let me see my mother."
Changyan dodged again and again, saying in embarrassment: "Princess, His Majesty said he would not see you, and that means he would not see you. I have already informed him."
The woman collapsed, but was helped up by the maid, and knelt down again, begging towards the closed door, "Mother!"
"I beg you, mother! Please spare Wei Lang's life!"
"The prince consort was not aware of Wei's rebellion. He and his son have always been inseparable, going in and out together."
"The prince consort is innocent. He has no intention of committing crimes and usurping the throne. He was implicated by his family."
As he spoke, tears began to flow, but were immediately frozen by the wind and snow outside.
The coldness on her face was piercing, but the woman didn't care. She just kept crying and begging, hoping that her tyrannical mother would soften her heart a little.
"Mother, Lian'er has just been born, are you going to let your granddaughter lose her father?"
"Just because a family member is guilty, he is executed. How is this different from taking human life lightly?!"
"Do you really not care about your own daughter and granddaughter? If you don't show me mercy, I will kneel here forever. Please have mercy on me, mother!"
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As soon as Changyan entered, he heard the sound of porcelain breaking on the ground.
Bei Jingchu smashed her teacup casually, but the depression in her heart did not ease at all.
Changyan reported the situation outside in detail.
After all, she was the girl he had watched grow up, so Chang Yan couldn't help but advise her: "Your Majesty, the princess is still in confinement. If she kneels on the snow like this, she will get sick."
But I can only give you one piece of advice.
Your Majesty's power has grown stronger over the years.
Fortunately, Bei Jingchu was so angry that she didn't intend to care about it. It was rare for someone to make her so angry. Now she urgently needed to find someone to talk to.
"I love her in vain!"
"I was pregnant for ten months and delayed many government affairs before giving birth to her, and she threatened me with her own safety!"
"The country has its own laws. If the rebel can leave his bloodline by marrying a princess, who would be afraid?"
"I have spared Lian'er's life out of consideration for our relationship, which is already a special favor. What else does she want?"
"She is so arrogant that she takes advantage of my favor and becomes more and more arrogant. She thinks that I am afraid of her just because she kneels down for a long time."
Bei Jingchu sneered: "Tie her up and take her back! Tell her that if she goes back now, I will allow her to go to the Heavenly Prison to see her off, so that the prince consort can die a quick death during the execution."
"If she is stubborn and continues to threaten me with her body, I will send her to be tortured to death."
After hearing the news, the princess could no longer kneel and could not even get up with help. She fell to the ground and laughed softly.
“Haha…hahaha.”
The woman looked crazy and sneered, "Those people are right. She is a tyrant."
Changyan raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Your Highness!"
"If you don't want your son-in-law to suffer any more, don't offend His Majesty in any way, including with a quick tongue."
The woman was picked up by several people and tied up and taken back.
Before leaving, she turned her head and glanced into the Ganlu Palace, as if she was hiding endless resentment.
Bei Jingchu, who was sitting on the bed, looked at this scene and felt that it was somewhat familiar.
Thinking of this, she rubbed her sore head and turned back to continue dealing with today's memorials.
The child will figure it out.
If you can’t figure it out...then change the child.