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Chapter 128 Will Luo'er like this hairpin?
"Your Highness, I have been keeping an eye on Mingde Palace, but didn't find anything unusual. Ji Yanchen came to Mingde Palace today, and Helian Mo was there too. I heard that Ji Yanchen and Helian Mo had a conflict, and it seemed that they were arguing over something like the Queen or the Imperial Concubine. I didn't hear it very clearly, and I only heard a few words." Qingying reported respectfully, his voice low and steady, with a hint of seriousness.
"Oh? Ji Yanchen went to Mingde Hall?" Jun Lingyue frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"What were they arguing about?" the prince asked.
"I only heard a few unclear words, which seemed to be about the Queen and the Imperial Concubine. I couldn't hear the specific details." The secret guard replied helplessly.
"Hmm..." Jun Lingyue pondered for a moment.
"What I am most curious about is that Helian Mo is also interested in the little emperor? When I saw him leave, he was smiling from ear to ear, as if he had encountered some happy event."
"Your Highness, could it be that they are forming an alliance to deal with you?" Qing Ying asked anxiously.
Jun Lingyue held a finely crafted hairpin in his hand and examined it carefully. His eyes gradually became deep, as if he was thinking about something important. After a while, he raised his head, looked at the people around him, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you think Luo'er will like this hairpin if I give it to her?"
There was a hint of uncertainty and anticipation in his voice.
Qing Ying exclaimed, "Your Majesty, this hairpin is indeed exquisite, but it doesn't seem right to give it to a man, right?"
Jun Lingyue put down the hairpin and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qing Ying scratched his head and said with an embarrassed look: "The hairpin is only given to the girl I like. The little emperor doesn't belong to women, right?"
Looking at the hairpin on the table, Jun Lingyue fell into deep thought.
Seeing that his own prince was not right, Qing Ying quickly changed his words and said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with giving a man a hairpin, Prince, you don't have to mind it."
"The little emperor will definitely like it. All the gifts he gave you before were thrown away by you, Your Majesty. Why do you want to give him a hairpin now?"
"How dare you talk about her?"
"Go down and be punished."
"Ah, Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."
"I can't control my mouth, please don't blame me, Your Highness." Qing Ying's tone was filled with pleading and fear.
"Go down and be punished, so that you can learn a lesson about what you shouldn't say and what words might offend others."
Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Qing Ying could only accept his fate and accept the punishment obediently.
When he went outside, he still did not forget to mutter about his master.
It was clearly he who asked people to keep an eye on the little emperor's every move, and in the end, when they reported to him, he only heard that a hairpin was to be given to the little emperor.
Obviously, the hairpin can only be given to a girl one loves. If it weren't for the prince's personality, one would have thought that he fell in love with the little emperor.
My back is itchy, as if thorns are growing on it. It turns out that they are the thorns on my own prince's back.
Jun Lingyue picked up the hairpin again and looked at it carefully. Suddenly he thought of something and smashed the hairpin to pieces with a snap.
Looking at the fragments on the ground, Jun Lingyue closed his eyes, his heart filled with joy.
Qingying was right. This hairpin could not be given to a man. Gu Qingluo was a man, and he should not have any feelings for a man, especially since he was already married.
Although he and Sun Yunya were tied together by interests, she was still his wife in the final analysis.
He can't abandon her just because he is interested in a man. What's the difference between that and a beast?
. . . .
The night tonight is pitch black, as if an endless layer of thick ink is painted on the distant sky, without even a trace of starlight. The night is so oppressive that it makes people feel breathless.
Wanjun was wearing a cloak and a tight-fitting outfit. A man was also dressed in black and a black hat. Under the hat he wore a ghost-like mask, revealing a hint of thin lips. He had a tall figure, and judging from his figure, the man in the black robe must be extremely handsome.
"Master, Wanjun has not completed the task. Please punish her." Wanjun lowered her head in shame and said respectfully to the man in black robe with a fist clasped.
The man in black robe stood there quietly, like a silent pine tree. His figure was shrouded in darkness, and his face could not be seen clearly because of the mask he wore, but he exuded a chilling aura.
After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth. His deep and magnetic male voice seemed particularly abrupt in the inky night.
"You can't even handle an old woman. What use do I have for you?" The black-robed man's voice was chillingly calm, as if it contained no emotion at all.
Wanjun couldn't help but tremble when she heard this. She knew that she had made a big mistake this time, not getting rid of Empress Dowager Zhang in time. But she still forced herself to remain calm and explained: "Master, Empress Dowager Zhang is indeed a bit tricky, and... and there is a little emperor by her side. If she died, the palace would be in turmoil, and the crime of murder would only be put on the little emperor's head."
"Master, didn't you say that the premise for killing Empress Dowager Zhang is that the murderer cannot be the little emperor?"
"The relationship between the young emperor and Empress Dowager Zhang has reached a freezing point. As long as Empress Dowager Zhang dies, the crime of murder will definitely be placed on the young emperor's head. This is something you, Pavilion Master, don't want to see."
The man in black robe frowned slightly, his tone getting colder: "So you think more than the Pavilion Master. A small task makes you so embarrassed?" He paused and continued: "It seems that this Pavilion Master has overestimated you."
"Is it so difficult for me to just ask Queen Mother Zhang to disappear from this world? What if she doesn't know what's good for her and hurts Gu Qingluo again?"
Wanjun's face was as pale as paper, with cold sweat dripping down her forehead. At this moment, she didn't know what to do.
She only knew that the Pavilion Master was always ruthless and if she failed to satisfy him, the consequences would be disastrous. So she knelt down hurriedly and begged for mercy: "Pavilion Master, please calm down. Wanjun is willing to make meritorious contributions while serving her sentence! Please give me a chance to make amends for my mistakes."
The man in black robe glanced at Wanjun who was kneeling on the ground, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Opportunities are not so easy to get. If you want to prove yourself, show some real skills." After that, he no longer paid attention to Wanjun, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
Wanjun stared blankly at the direction where the black-robed man left, her heart filled with fear and uneasiness. She knew very well that if the mission failed, it would not only disappoint the Pavilion Master, but also bring disaster to herself. Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and decided to find a way to save the situation no matter what.
Empress Dowager Zhang, right? Although she didn't know why the Pavilion Master asked her to kill Empress Dowager Zhang, nor did she know when the Pavilion Master became interested in the little emperor. From his tone, it seemed that the little emperor was a very important figure in his heart.
In this case, Empress Dowager Zhang must die!