Chapter Forty-Eight: Sticking to the Official

"Good baby!" A smile bloomed on Leng Yi's face, on a whim, where do you care if the cold palace is not cold, will it attract people, dance to the fullest first!

As soon as his mind moved, his body jumped into the air. It fluttered like a cloud of white clouds, fluttering down on the treetops.

A beam of red light flew in his hand, and a red lotus afterimage was drawn in the air.

At this time, Prince Chun did not sleep, but leaned on the railing of the Moon Tower alone with a wine jug.

This is the highest tower in the imperial city, which is not only a good place to admire the moon, but also a good place to overlook the entire imperial city.

The night breeze is blowing, looking at the quiet imperial city under the moonlit night, the roofs are arranged in an orderly manner, as orderly as the tofu cubes that have just been brought out of the workshop, only the jagged branches are stubborn, insisting on breaking this strict pattern.

It's more of a giant cage than a home.

The mighty beasts are kept alone in large cages, while the weak and powerless little beasts are crammed together in a small cage.

Ever since he was sensible, the city has had a master, and that master is his brother.

Although old enough to be his grandfather, he is his older brother.

And the woman he called the queen mother killed his own mother, but the woman still doesn't know, he saw the whole thing.

Now that woman is the queen mother, and he can't even remember the appearance of his own mother.

But it didn't matter, he just had to remember clearly who his mother-killing enemy was.

Every time he came back from the expedition, he had to immediately come to the palace to greet the empress dowager, if nothing else, but to see her well, because her life must be given to his hands, and no one can take it away.

The Empress Dowager must die at his hands, and he must end it with his own hands, then it can be considered complete!

He has not forgotten how his mother died, what an ironic punishment.

A layer of mulberry paper, a burnt knife, the wet mulberry paper is so tightly attached to the face, you can clearly see the beautiful outline of the mother.

1st, 2nd, 3rd floor...... She struggled, tried her best, but couldn't break free.

After five or six layers of mulberry paper, her struggle was already out of strength, and after the seventh or eighth sheet, she was completely out of breath.

The dried mulberry paper was uneven and uneven, like a mask for jumping officials, so that Prince Chun still has a sense of fear on the other side.

He had wanted to sue his emperor brother and wanted him to avenge his mother.

However, he found that his emperor's brother was in love with that vicious woman, and he would never help him.

He could only wait, until the day was ripe! He's now earned her trust, but that's not enough!

He wants to give her great joy and happiness, and then take everything from her with his own hands! At that time, the expression on her face must have been beautiful!

Thinking of this, he felt a little twitching in his heart, and even sometimes had a feeling of unreality.

He looked to the west of the imperial city, and suddenly saw a red lotus phantom appearing in the palace to the west!

Could it be that you are too dazzled by drinking too much!? Prince Chun straightened up and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

That's right, it's indeed a red lotus phantom! One disappears, and the other blooms suddenly.

In the red phantom, there seems to be a flowing white figure.

What is this!? Could it be a ghost!?

Prince Chun has also grown up in the palace since he was a child, so he naturally knows that that direction is the cold palace.

The legend of many unjust souls in the cold palace has been circulating in the court, no matter how suppressed it is from above, these rumors have always continued among the palace people, and they have never been interrupted.

A gust of night breeze blew, and Prince Chun couldn't help but shiver, and he lost all his sense of alcohol in an instant.

Although I really want to find out, but after all, it is the inner court, how can he go in casually as a prince?

But what is that? It's really curious!

He held the flask in one hand and quietly looked at the mysterious phantom, and he was fascinated.