Staring at the overturned ink on the floor and Ling Wanwan running out from behind the inner room, Zhao Huaiyi's eyes turned from shock to anger.

"Shameless—"

Emperor Xiaoheng trembled and pointed at them angrily, and suddenly, there was a breath in his chest that did not catch his breath, and he closed his eyes in pain, and there was no breath from then on.

"Your Majesty—"

Ling Wanwan knelt on the ground and cried bitterly on the bed.

"Pass the order, Your Majesty - the whole country mourns."

Zhao Huaiyi ordered the little eunuch behind him with heavy eyes.

"Yes..."

Not long after, the sound of death knells sounded from the palace, and the entire palace fell into a dead silence of mourning.

That night, in the Chongzheng Palace, the cabinet ministers sat together to discuss the heir to the throne.

"The will has not been changed, and the five princes are in danger..."Lu Henian, an old minister in the cabinet, said worriedly.

The fourth prince and the fifth prince have always been at odds, if he succeeds to the throne, where will the cabinet ministers assist the five princes who are on the throne to survive?

"Only the little concubine knows what is written in the will, and if you try her again, there may be a turnaround."

Among the cabinet ministers, there are people who plan in a low voice.

"I'll look for her again."

Zhao Huaiyi's eyes were slightly deep, and there was a hidden anger in his chest.

After the child's time, Ling Wanwan, who was wearing a white mourning dress and a white mourning flower, walked out of the prayer hall.

After kneeling all day, her knees were swollen and sore, and she could barely walk around with the help of Chunying.

"Niangniang, why don't you call the slave maid to call you a top sedan chair?" She has been delicate since she was a child, and Chunying is afraid that she will not be able to hold on.

"No, don't alarm others, we have to hurry to the Pure Heart Palace."

Taking advantage of the Taoist monks in the prayer hall to help Emperor Xiaoheng overtake, everyone leaned over and wailed in a low voice, so she dared to sneak out quietly.

The master and servant walked along the palace corridor and came to the Qingxin Hall in the dark.

There were only two little eunuchs guarding outside the hall, and Chunying stepped forward to tell them that the queen mother instructed Concubine Ling to come and take the clothes worn by Emperor Xiaoheng before his death, and take them to the New Year's prayer hall and burn them for Emperor Xiaoheng.

The two little eunuchs opened the door of the hall for them, Chunying guarded outside, and Ling Wanwan walked slowly into the hall.

The light in the hall was dim, and when she reached out to open the brocade box on the bookcase, her heart "groaned", as she thought, there was nothing inside!

Suddenly, someone grabbed her waist from behind, pulled her into his arms, and imprisoned her waist with a big hand, so that she was clinging to himself.

"Is Niang Niang looking for this?"

What he held in his hand was the will written by Emperor Xiaoheng himself.

"The will of the first emperor, you dare to steal?!" Ling Wanwan raised her head, ashamed and annoyed.

The two of them were close together, making her feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Huaiyi's hand confined to her waist tightened suddenly, and the corners of her lips raised a smile, "I have touched the concubine of the first emperor, what is a will?!" ”

"Give it to me!"

Ling Wanwan kicked and bit him, desperately trying to snatch the will.

Seeing that she didn't obey the call, Zhao Huaiyi clasped her hands behind her back, the two of them clinged to each other without a single gap, and the high-ranking and powerful beautiful man was attached to him, Ling Wanwan's cheeks were hot, and her breathing gradually became short.

Feeling her nervousness, Zhao Huaiyi chuckled, "Want to get caught? "Why are you so shy tonight?

He didn't know that Ling Wanwan's mood at this moment was very complicated, if it was in 2023 A.D., she would have taken the initiative to hand it in, but this was more than 2,000 years ago BC, and women at this time paid attention to three obedience, four virtues, three outlines and five constants.

Listening to his demagogic laughter, Ling Wanwan suddenly raised her head, and her soft lips covered his thin and lightly pursed lips.

The tip of her tongue was dexterous, which was as good as last night, which made Zhao Huaiyi's body shrink slightly.

The skill of pleasing men, as if she would be very good.

Thinking of this, Zhao Huaiyi suddenly opened his eyes, dragged her to the desk, pointed to the pen and ink on the table, and said in a dumb voice: "Change the will!" ”

"Otherwise, tomorrow the seven princes will face you, I'm afraid you will not have a way to live!"

He has already found a dead ghost, and tomorrow the seven princes of Emperor Xiaoheng will rush back to Shengjing from all over the Great Qi domain, and at that time, she will only have one way to die!

Tomorrow's situation doesn't need him to remind Ling Wanwan that she is also very clear, she came over tonight just to find a way to live with him.

"Woo-woo-"

The barbarian woman, who was still very arrogant just now, suddenly lowered her head and cried softly at this moment.

Zhao Huaiyi frowned, not knowing what she was doing.

"Chonghuajun refused to admit it for the first time when he took away the palace, and he refused to admit that he had an affair in the palace?" She slowly pulled the clasp from his sleeve and held it up to him.

His robes are all from the hands of Hu Shanggong of the Shangyi Bureau in the palace, and everyone in the palace knows it.

Zhao Huaiyi's eyes instantly turned cold, and he reached out to pinch her neck, with a faint murderous intent in his eyes.

Ling Wanwan struggled to her body, pinching him with her fingernails and breaking his hands away.

Seeing the inkstone that was about to fall on the desk, he slowly let go of his hand, hid the murderous intent in his eyes and smiled: "Niangniang is not a little white rabbit that can be manipulated by others. ”

The moment he let go of his hand, Ling Wanwan escaped from his confinement in three or two steps, and gasped for breath with his hands on the edge of the table.

"Tomorrow, this palace will live."

Her eyes were scarlet, and she snatched the will from him.

The door of the hall finally opened, and Chun Ying hurriedly stepped forward to support Ling Wanwan, who was about to fall to the ground, and covered the things hidden in her arms with clothes and put them in her sleeves.

In the Hall of Prayer, the transcendence ceremony is still going on.

Ling Wanwan quietly returned to her seat and sat down on her knees.

The person who was ruthless and wanted to kill her, will he help her tomorrow...