"Okay, there is nothing else to do, let's retreat." Nan Xuanlin rubbed his eyebrows, the position of the emperor is really not easy.
The courtiers didn't say a word, they all stood there with their heads down.
But even so, there are still a lot of fewer people in the courtroom. After all, the Duan family has been uprooted, and there are naturally a lot fewer henchmen above the courtroom.
Nan Xuanlin glanced at the crowd and said loudly, "As for Duan Cheng's wolf ambitions, they will be slaughtered tomorrow. As for those who are related to the rebels, they will all be linked to the nine clans."
Nonetheless, no one dared to have any other opinions. At this time, they would have done their best if they didn't fall into the trap.
"Since you Aiqings have no other opinions, I have nothing to do today. If you have anything to do, let's talk about it tomorrow. Minister of Rites, what should be done by your Ministry of Rites should also start." Nan Xuanlin looked at the courtiers and said lightly. , seems to be carrying a natural domineering aura, with an aura of its own.
Nan Xuanlin did not live in the Qingxing Hall, and the furnishings and other things in the Qingxin Hall were not changed at all. Although Nan Xuanlin hated the emperor, in the end, the emperor was his father after all. At the very least, things have to be preserved.
Nan Xuanlin lived in the Moon Palace.
Only here can he feel the familiar atmosphere. Although this place has long been different, but after all, this place used to be the place where the mother and concubine lived.
The Moon Palace had already been swept away wantonly, and the statue had also been leveled by Nan Xuanlin.
He went down to the Moon Palace, of course, although he wanted to see Ji Yueqin, he still held back.
"Why do you want to make your own decisions?" A vicissitudes face appeared in front of Nan Xuanlin's eyes, and his tone was a bit stiff and cold.
"Uncle, I'll be the master of my marriage. I'm already tired." Nan Xuanlin closed his eyes. At this time, he didn't want to argue with the man in front of him.
The man sneered and said in a somewhat frantic tone: "Do you know what you mean by doing this? It is an eternal truth that women's sex is wrong for the country. Du Zihuan is right, she is a witch."
Nan Xuanlin felt annoyed, he had always been like a puppet in the hands of his uncle, and even if he had a little emotion, he could not exist.
"I naturally have my own reasons for doing this. Don't worry, uncle, I know what to do." Nan Xuanlin rubbed his eyebrows and said.
The man frowned and said displeasedly: "If you were measured, you wouldn't have arranged for the next three days. According to the plan, even if you want to marry Ji Yueqin, you have to wait until the fall of the beam. What's more, I Knowing that you don't like Ji Yueqin at all, why should you force yourself?"
"When I take this position, I don't have the right to say whether I like it or not. This position is destined to abandon all emotions. So you don't need to worry too much, uncle, it will be fine." Nan Xuanlin sighed.
In fact, his feelings for Ji Yueqin are very complicated, but he can't say that he likes Ji Yueqin, but he can't say that he doesn't like it either.
In his eyes, that woman was always special, and it gave him complicated feelings.
Although she has gone through so many changes, she has always been strong and distressed. But if it was just that, he wouldn't treat Ji Yueqin differently.
In fact, he felt more guilt towards Ji Yueqin. If they hadn't gone to alienate the Seventh Prince and Emperor Daliang, Ji Yueqin's family would not have become ruined now.
However, what he has done is already in the past. Even if he feels guilty now, it will not help. Instead, Nan Xuanlin wants to take care of her life, even if she doesn't love herself at all.
The man nodded with satisfaction, "It's naturally good for you to have this idea, she is indeed a material to be a queen. With seven orifices, she can manage the harem well, but after all, she is the descendant of the Ji family. She knows the truth of the year, you say, what will she do?"
Nan Xuanlin was stunned for a moment. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about cutting grass and roots, but now, he has become a little shaken.
"You are still too soft-hearted. When you sit in this position, you should think clearly about your identity. You are the first prince of Southern Border, and your purpose is to revive Southern Border! If you can't do it, I am an uncle. , of course I can do it for you." The man's tone was cold, and the face hidden in the robe was faintly suffocating.
"But I have always been Da Yu's prince." Nan Xuanlin's eyes were a little stunned, and he didn't know what to do with himself.
"In short, when you ascend the throne, you can put it on the third day. As for Ji Yueqin, it is absolutely impossible to keep it. What's more, her brother's life and death are still uncertain, and our current situation cannot withstand the storm. The throne has not yet been seated. Before you stabilize, don't think about the matter of standing behind." The man ignored Nan Xuanlin's thoughts at all, and Leng Shuo left the Moon Palace after speaking.
Nan Xuanlin sat on the dragon chair, holding the dragon head tightly in his hand, even if the dragon horn pierced his palm, he didn't care.
I don't know how long it took, when a cold female voice came, "Your Majesty, your hand is injured, let me help you bandage it."
Nan Xuanlin came back to his senses now, his eyes were dark and unclear, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but when he heard the woman's voice, his mood was relieved a lot.
"An Ruo, you're back." Nan Xuanlin leaned on the dragon chair a little tired, he was really tired.
The woman called An Ruo responded and began to carefully bandage the wound in Nan Xuanlin's hand.
"Why did the emperor do this?" An Ruo asked abruptly.
Nan Xuanlin was stunned for a moment, and then a self-deprecating smile formed on the corner of his mouth, "Why do you do this? Maybe only pain can make me feel the meaning of my existence."
An Ruo frowned lightly, and didn't ask any more questions. Her identity was always just a subordinate.
"An Ruo, during this time, go and protect Ji Yueqin, uncle... I'm afraid it will be bad for her. As long as you don't let uncle trick her, it's fine." Nan Xuanlin closed it. Eyes, said lightly.
An Ruo gave Nan Xuanlin's bandaged hand for a while, and then continued to bandage it again, "As long as it is what the Lord instructs, An Ruo will do it."
"An Ruo, you are not happy." Nan Xuanlin frowned and said softly.
"No." An Ruo quickly said to Nan Xuanlin.
"An Ruo, I can hear your emotions. Even if you lie, I know it." Nan Xuanlin said lightly.
An Ruo frowned, ignoring what Nan Xuanlin said, and just continued to bandage Nan Xuanlin's wound.