Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

Pei Ruolan's cries came to a halt.

The setting sun was blood-red.

Pei Ruochen stood upright as before.

He did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but let it dry slowly. His mouth and nose were filled with the smell of rust.

The child's loud and clear cry instantly cut through the air.

Pei Ruochen just stood there, her blue python robe melding with the night sky. She stood there silently in the world, lonely and thin. Her shadow was stretched long enough to appear on the water grindstone.

The people from the palace had already walked out with the little prince in their arms. When they saw Pei Ruochen from afar, they stood there hesitantly and did not dare to approach her.

Pei Ruochen lowered her eyes. Perhaps it was because the sunset was so red, but everything in his line of sight turned red.

"Bring it over, let me take a look." His expression suddenly softened and became as calm as ever.

The palace maid heaved a sigh of relief. The gentle and refined Lord Pei had finally returned. The cold as an iceberg from before must have been an illusion.

The tiny life was carefully delivered into Pei Ruochen's hands.

Pei Ruochen looked down at him, her skin was wrinkled, and she did not look as ugly as Ruo Lan's child at all.

He did not know that the newborn children were ugly.

"Milord," the palace maid whispered from the side, "Empress already …"

"Inform His Majesty." Pei Ruochen's expression did not change. She only lowered her head and looked at the infant in her arms.

"Yes." The servant bowed and turned around. He could not help but curse Pei Ruochen for being cold-blooded.

Why didn't he cry when his own sister died?

Pei Ruochen held the child in her arms and allowed him to cry loudly while standing there with his legs paralyzed.

His hands had never been so heavy before.

When Eileen got the news, she only saw the man holding a child wrapped in a yellow cloth, standing there like a fool in the afterglow.

His always handsome and refined face was a bit stiff, but it was devoid of any liveliness.

Eileen felt a little sorry for him. She walked over lightly and took the child from him.

"What a healthy child. If Sister Ruo Lan knew about this from the sky, she would have already died of hunger." When Pei Rulan was mentioned, Eli's eyes had turned red and she felt sad for the dead.

Pei Ruochen glanced at her indifferently, then looked at the child before taking a step back. She bowed down and performed a grand greeting, "The little prince was born without a mother. Ruochen hopes that Lady Lin will treat him like her own and treat him well."

Rong Xiu wasn't in the palace. After the death of Rowland, her favorite concubine at the moment was Eli.

The little prince would naturally be acknowledged by her.

Pei Ruochen had always been neither cold nor hot to her, but now that she saw him like this, she was slightly flattered.

"Don't worry, master Pei. I will naturally treat His Majesty well."

Pei Ruochen calmly said 'thank you' before turning around and walking towards the palace gate.

From beginning to end, he didn't even look at Pei Rulan.

That was because he could no longer see her clearly. The sky was dark red, and his eyes could no longer see out of the setting sun.

When He Lan Chun arrived at the Grand Preceptor's estate, the Grand Preceptor's voice was still and quiet.

He just sent a guard to hold a keepsake and keep a low profile. The guard's expression turned cold, and he quickly disappeared into the gate with the keepsake in his hand, and not long later, the door opened, allowing everyone to walk in. On the main street, just as Gong Rong was about to salute, He Lan Chun raised his hand, stopped him, and walked in with large strides.

"Where is the Empress?" As he walked along the long corridor, he asked if she would stay.

He always thought that He Lan Chun didn't like her, so he didn't expect that he would personally come to the mansion to visit her.

"I heard from Ruochen that she's sick. How is it?" When He Lan Chun saw that she did not answer, he stopped and turned to look at her.

He calmly replied, "The Empress has indeed been sick and has run into a rash. The doctor told me if I could see the sun and infect someone else. This old servant will temporarily place the Empress in the backyard so as to not endanger His Majesty's precious body."

"Bring me to take a look." When He Lan Chun heard that it was contagious, he paused for a moment before insisting, "I want to see the Queen."

With no intention to leave anything for persuasion, he looked up and saw He Lan Chun's expression. He knew he couldn't dissuade him, so he could only extend his arm and lead He Lan Chun to a small dark room in the backyard.

"The empress is right inside. Your Majesty shouldn't approach her. If anything happens to her, it won't be a good thing for the country." He didn't want to stay on the side and talk.

He Lan Chun answered with a "En" and looked through the window. There, he saw a slim girl sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair fell down, covering her face. The light in the room was very dim, he couldn't see her clearly.

"Murong Xiu." He Lan Chun called her name.

Before she married him, he had called her by her full name, which, when you think about it, he hadn't called her in six years.

The people inside seemed to be touched as well. They raised their heads and looked in their direction.

Her face was still blurry, and one could vaguely see the look in her eyes. It was so pitiful, so gentle and moving.

He Lan Chun's heart tightened, but he didn't show it on his face. He only said with a straight face, "Zhen will bring the empress into the palace and ask the imperial physician to treat her. Grand Preceptor Rong, can you arrange for a airless carriage?"

Murong Wanliu hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I'm afraid that the Empress entering the palace at this moment is not good for the nobles of the palace."

"The empress is the greatest benefactor!" He Lan Chun reprimanded with a cold look on his face.

At this moment, He Lan Chun's stern attitude was mixed with concern and confusion. Why didn't he realize before that His Majesty actually still had a queen in his heart? The subjects below had only seen the Emperor's concern frozen for so many years, how could they understand the thoughts that were swirling inside?

"So … After a few days, when the Empress has slightly recovered, I will immediately send the Empress back to the palace. What does Your Majesty think? " Leaving it to ponder for a moment, this was the answer.

He Lan Chun didn't say anything else. With his hands behind his back, he quietly looked at the woman inside the window.

After a long while, he turned around and said with an expression as cold as ice, "Return to the palace."

In the palace, another concubine was giving birth.

The other woman he had to marry.

However, before He Lan Chun could even reach the gate, a messenger from the palace arrived. The eunuch was flustered and panicked as he ran through the hall, corridors, and flower beds, all the way until he reached He Lan Chun.

"Your Majesty, Esteemed Empress Lan has been born!" It gave birth to a young prince. " That person reported.

Before He Lan Chun could react, that person continued, "But the Empress … The Empress has passed away. "

He Lan Chun's movements became sluggish for a moment, and then he said in a relaxed tone, "I got it." He Lan Chun did not dare to say anything. He just hung his head low, unable to see his expression.

Pei Ruochen came in the end.

When he came here, He Lan Xue couldn't remember how much she drank. Yan Han was shallow at first, but in the end he couldn't take He Lan Xue's soft grind, so she drank a lot.

Both of them had astonishing alcohol capacity. First, they used cups, then they found it troublesome, so they used bowls. Even though he wasn't drunk, his expression was one of intoxication.

In the end, it was almost like they were going to drink. Rong Xiu and the dancers had long since retreated, leaving them by the window, watching the sunset as it melted gold and golden scales covered the lake.

Another pot of 30 years old Fen wine was consumed. Yan Han suddenly asked, "Is my lover well?"

He Lan Xue immediately became vigilant. She formally replied, "I don't need you to worry."

Yan Han smiled, "Since when did she become your lowly wife?"

"Always." Houlan Xue's mouth was very tight, and she didn't reveal any flaws.

Yan Han was still smiling. He had a relaxed appearance, as if he didn't take He Lan Xue's words to heart at all.

Seeing this, He Lan Xue knew that the little rascal didn't have any good intentions. Thinking back to her previous intimate relationships with him, she couldn't help but grind her teeth in hatred.

He quickly surveyed the inside of the cruise liner. Soo Soo's expression was dull as she stood by the side with her hands folded. The sword outside was still hanging on the blade like a young pig. The sky was getting darker. He still had not figured out what kind of medicine the Yan Han Gourd was selling.

If they wanted to take his life, they could just poison him in the wine, but wine was good wine and very clean.

If they were not interested in his life, and had invited him here after so many twists and turns, and even threatened him to do so, exactly what were their intentions?

Just as he was thinking, Pei Ruochen arrived. Her posture was still upright and elegant, but her face was pale, as if she had been soaking in water for a long time.

He Lan Xue cupped her hands and greeted him in a very natural manner, "Ruochen."

Pei Ruochen coldly nodded and sat between the two of them.

"Although you didn't have any good intentions towards the other time, I still have to thank you for notifying me in time." In some ways, the reason why he and He Lan Qin were trapped in the buddhist hall was because of Pei Ruochen's timely report. Moreover, now that he thought about it, the reason why he insisted on using his bow and burned them all was so that they could safely escape.

Right now, He Lan Chun didn't know that he and He Lan Qin were still alive, so he would definitely relax his guard. No matter what he did, it would be very convenient.

Including —

Assassination.

Pei Ruochen lightly nodded her head, indicating that she had heard what He Lan Xue had said. His expression remained the same.

"How is the palace?" Yan Han raised his wine cup again and asked indifferently.

"The young prince has already descended. The heavens and the earth celebrate together." Pei Ruochen replied indifferently.

Yan Han smiled and congratulated him.

As for the little prince's mother, no one seemed to care.

Pei Ruochen's gaze slowly shifted to the window.

When he left the palace, the people in the palace had already mounted their horses and spread the good news to all the streets and alleys.

All the way here, he heard the sounds of festive firecrackers.

No one cared about the dead man.

Pei Ruochen thought to herself, if the one who died was me, who in this world would be sad for me?

However, when he thought about this question, he felt that his whole body was cold.

Perhaps, the wife who was closest to him, He Lan Lu, was just making a few cold remarks and wouldn't shed tears for him.

Or perhaps, other than one person …

Pei Ruochen gave a self-deprecating smile as she raised her wine cup and took a sip.

He Lan Xue was silent for a while. Finally, she decided not to beat around the bush. He bluntly asked, "What do you want me to do?"