Chapter 976: I've imprisoned the Empress, how to fix this! 29

Jin Chen heard Yan Fu'an's words, Jin Chen turned head to look outside, but did not see that silhouette.

Empress didn't come?

Yan Fu'an lowered his head even more, "It was Yunwu who was sent to bring it."

Clatter!

Jin Chen pushed the memorial on the desk aside, crossed his arms on the table and sulked.

Good, good.

Even sending the soup, they had someone else do it.

Just don't want to see me!

Yan Fu'an knelt before these two masters, "Your Majesty, don't be angry, eat a little, your dragon body is important."

Serve it up.

Jin Chen looked at the osmanthus soup before him, stirred it with a spoon, drank silently without a word.

It's quite sweet, but tasteless to eat.

Still sulking, with no wife to dote on him and still having to work, he just said being an emperor is never good.

【...... Next time let you be the Empress.】

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Jin Chen: ……

Are you crazy!

Here Jin Chen is unhappy, and inside Resting Heart Hall, Wen Zhiheng is also not doing well.

Being deliberately ignored by the emperor on this matter isn't the first time, but only this time, when that person is Jin Chen, does he feel heartache.

A person raised in the cage of rules, when they act freely once, ends up facing obstruction everywhere, having no choice but to do so.

Wen Zhiheng sighed, the book in his hand hadn't been turned in a long time, and the military books he usually liked had lost all appeal.

Shunping rushed in, looking tense.

Master, His Majesty... he's here.

His words were halting; after Wen Zhiheng understood, his face turned cold, he put the book on the desk and glanced toward the window.

What are you here for again?

The Tyrant this time changed clothes, took off the guard uniform, somehow obtained a dark blue-green long robe, and thus looked a bit like his former self.

But it's still not the same.

Wen Zhiheng only glanced up, then lowered his eyes again, bored.

The Tyrant was very dissatisfied with his attitude, but thinking of the purpose of this trip, he deliberately softened his expression, trying to discuss properly with Wen Zhiheng.

I certainly came to see... what are you doing!

Before he finished speaking, two Silver Moon Guards received a secret order, leapt from the darkness, with short blades pointing at the Tyrant's neck, forming a restraining posture.

The Tyrant was forced to raise his head, both surprised and angry, staring at Wen Zhiheng, "I didn't say that if you dare kill me, that impostor group will also die!"

Wen Zhiheng took the tea cup on the desk, lowered his eyes to blow away the foam, and when speaking, didn't even look up at him.

I won't kill you, but you also shouldn't think you'll have another chance to harm him.

His tone seemed not like speaking to the husband he once lived with day and night, resentment and killing intent overflowing.

Seeing him like this, all talk of proper discussion, of calmness, was forgotten behind his mind, and he roared.

I just want to return to my throne, what's wrong! All this is the fault of that impostor! And you, as my Empress, actually help him!

Wen Zhiheng: "Empress... is not what I wanted to do."

He sighed slightly, at that moment actually thinking, if he had first met Jin Chen from the start, there definitely wouldn't have been that previous scene.

The throne is not something I can decide.

The Tyrant simply doesn't believe it, he coldly scoffs, "If you cooperate with me, why can't you?"

Saying this, the Tyrant actually felt a hint of sourness in his heart.

He admitted, during the years he was emperor, he had many faults toward Wen Zhiheng, and also broke his former promises.

But he is an emperor! Which emperor doesn't have a harem, doesn't need a harem to stabilize relations with the previous dynasty! Moreover... moreover, Wen Zhiheng himself agreed to it!

"Huai Feng," that's what he calls you," the Tyrant suddenly shouted, laughing mockingly, "but that name, I gave it to you!"

Wen Zhiheng's face changed slightly, "Enough."

"Even if you are unwilling to recall in every way, all the past days we spent together are ours! They are memories belonging to you and me!" the Tyrant roared.

Wen Zhiheng's chest filled with anger, he raised his hand intending to order the Silver Moon Guards to make him shut up, but just as he stood up, he looked toward the Tyrant's back.

"A Chen..."

His anger turned into helplessness, he glanced at the Tyrant and shook his head.

"I didn't..."

Jin Chen nodded, "Looks like we came at a bad time."

"Yan Fu'an, can you see clearly?"

Yan Fu'an rubbed his eyes, startled and fearful, immediately flicked his whisk and shouted outside, "A monster is in Resting Heart Hall! Quick, come protect the emperor!"

Tyrant: ……

In just a few moments, the patrolling imperial guards rushed in, drew their swords pointing at the Tyrant, and shielded Jin Chen behind them.

But this instead made it appear that Wen Zhiheng, standing in the same position as the Tyrant, was also conspiring with rebels and monsters.

Wen Zhiheng looked at Jin Chen's emotionless gaze, lips pressed tight, inexplicably sad, yet dared not say more.

"Release me! Are you all crazy!"

The Tyrant was being escorted, his face flushed with anger.

Jin Chen ignored him, reaching out a hand to Wen Zhiheng, whose eye sockets were gradually filling with mist; his tone softened a bit.

Come over.

Wen Zhiheng's mood, which had just fallen to the valley's bottom, instantly warmed; without hesitation he walked toward Jin Chen and took his hand.

【Detected Heartbeat Value +10, total 60!】

Jin Chen held him tight; his possessive desire almost peaked; just seeing Huai Feng and this tyrant standing together was glaring.

They still share memories—Pah! Shameless dog emperor!

The surrounding imperial guards made way for him, then quickly closed ranks, fearing this monster would bring disaster to the emperor and empress.

The tyrant gritted his teeth, shouting 'Rebel! Rebel!', then glared angrily, 'Yan Fu'an! Can't you even tell the difference?'

Yan Fu'an immediately: 'Hey yo, of course I can tell, you're just a monster!'

He flicked his duster again, respectfully standing behind Jin Chen.

Even the attending eunuch couldn't tell; the tyrant was so angry he almost fainted.

But he is now being flanked by the openly deployed imperial guards and the covert secret guards, with no chance to escape.

"Huai Feng, you truly are this heartless toward me?"

He could only place his hope in the former empress.

Wen Zhiheng just wanted him to shut up quickly, turned his back, quietly grabbed Jin Chen's arm, and said very softly, "I don't want to manage."

"Not wanting to manage... what does that mean?"

Jin Chen blinked slowly, bewildered, trying to understand.

Weren't you just pleading for this dog emperor yesterday?

Huai Feng's attitude really made him unable to figure it out.

But this is naturally a good thing.

Jin Chen's mood eased a bit; he raised his hand and gave an order.

"Take him to the great prison and lock him up; when the master performing the ritual arrives, we'll deal with this monster."

Yes!

A squad of imperial guards firmly escorted the tyrant away, even gagging his mouth, giving him no breathing space.

Yan Fu'an was utterly shocked, wiping sweat from his old face with his sleeve, "Monsters in this world are truly terrifying."

Jin Chen nodded in agreement, "Evil obstacle!"

Wen Zhiheng pressed his lips, gave a light smile, glanced at the tyrant being led away, and did not deny.

Whether true or false, as long as the person before me doesn't change, that's fine.