Soon, Wuxian knew what Zheng Rin meant by this.

All forces related to the Su family were uprooted.

All the shops operating in the name of the Su family were closed.

Even the well-known Zibei Auction House, the management rights have been transferred to a certain prince of the royal family.

The officials who had close contacts with Su Hou on weekdays were strictly counted one by one, and once they found any shady deals, they were all severely punished.

Ten days later, everything in the Su family officially withdrew from Nanxuan's history.

Zheng Rin's resolute hand successfully scared everyone.

A vague concept rushed into people's minds: this newly ascended emperor looks gentle and harmless, and once he touches the vital point, he is unmatched.

Not only was everything related to the Su family erased, but an unprecedented political purge was also carried out.

However, it is not clear whether the political things are harmless, and she believes that Zheng Rin can handle it well.

On a whim, she inadvertently asked about Zheng Piantong's recent situation, but Zheng Rin was unexpectedly silent.

……

Hetong Palace.

As soon as Wuxian walked in, it felt obviously different from before.

Obviously the flowers in the garden are still blooming, and the sunshine is good, but it always gives her a feeling of gloom and loneliness.

Is it because of the emotional infection of the person in the palace?

There are also a lot fewer palace maids in Hetong Palace, they all walk quietly, and the whole palace is lifeless, like a dead palace.

Wuxian went straight to Zheng Piantong's dormitory.

The palace was quiet, and no sound could be heard.

Even if she listened with her heart, she couldn't hear anything.

The room was closed, and after a few knocks, he couldn't hear a sound, so he used a little force, and the door slammed open, and it was pitch black in front of him.

The brightness of the outside contrasted with the darkness of a room in the room.

Wuxian stepped into Zheng Piantong's room and found that all the windows were wrapped in a layer of opaque black paper, and the dark environment gave people a feeling of being oppressed.

"Zheng Piantong?" Wu Xian called tentatively.

It's cold and remote, and even if she has three longs and two shorts, no one can find out.

Zheng Rin doesn't care about her as much as she used to, as if she is left to fend for herself.

No one responded to her.

She thought there was no one in the room for a while, until she walked to the bed, only to find a skinny figure sitting on the floor, shrouded in shadows.

I haven't seen him for almost half a month, Zheng Piantong has lost a lot of weight, and there is only a layer of skin wrapped around the slender skeleton.

"Hey, are you okay?" said Wuxian as she approached her.

I used to hate her in my heart, but when I saw her like this, I suddenly couldn't hate it, and only deep sympathy remained.

When Zheng Piantong heard her voice, she didn't react at all, just shrunk into a ball and hugged herself tightly, her eyes were empty and focusless, as if she was isolated from this world.

Her face was pale and bloodless, her chin sharpened, and her eyes were frighteningly large.

"You can be regarded as punished like this......"

People are all wasted.

This kind of mental torture is far more cruel than physical torture.

But she is to blame for all this, and she can't blame anyone else.

Although Wuxian sympathizes with her, he will not exonerate her.

She still bears unpardonable sins.

In the darkness, Zheng Piantong's body curled up together, trembling inaudibly.

Wu Wu had turned around and didn't see anything strange about her.

Just as she had just walked a few steps away, she suddenly heard a crisp vomiting sound, which was particularly loud in this silent environment.