dognovel Chapter 1889
Chapter 1889
Chapter 1889
When Emperor Zhaowu asked about Cen Yuan, Shi Anxia's fingertips trembled slightly, and the ripples in the teacup reflected the hesitation in her eyes.
She clearly wanted to tell the truth. The news about Cen Yuan went back and forth between her lips and teeth for several times, but when she spoke, she shook her head for some unknown reason and said, "No news yet."
She lowered her eyes and stared at the tea, her face calm, "My sister is trapped in Gongcheng and has never set foot in Tiema City."
Memories of past lives linger around my heart like a poisonous snake.
The loyal minister donated bribes, but the good general was a scoundrel who only cared about his own selfishness and had no sense of justice.
The great uncle who was as upright as a banished immortal actually conspired with the old ministers of Beiyi to murder Beiyi's benefactor...One reversal after another made Shi Anxia dare not tell the truth to an emperor.
Rebirth does not necessarily mean that one can foresee opportunities, but it is more likely that one will deviate from the path of rebirth with preconceived ideas.
By then, she will lose everything.
The human heart is the most unpredictable, and the emperor's heart is even more unpredictable. Shi Anxia finally had some reservations about the new emperor.
She couldn't afford to gamble on this. After all, even blood relatives could turn against each other in front of the dragon throne, let alone a princess from another family.
Two drops of tea suddenly splashed out, leaving wet marks on her moon-white sleeves.
Emperor Zhaowu, however, thought he had touched a raw nerve for Shi Anxia, and he simply said in a deep voice, "Funeral rites have already been held in the capital for the consort. My sister, please accept my condolences. Nothing can be forced."
His comfort was as thin as paper.
From then on, the imperial sister became a widow.
He covered his face with his sleeves and hid his sadness by drinking tea.
He swore that even if she was a widow, she must be the most honorable widow in the North Wing and no one could bully her.
Shi Anxia was stunned for only a moment, but was not surprised. She said two words lightly, "Okay."
Emperor Zhaowu heard a mixture of sadness and helplessness, and his heart became even heavier.
Shi Anxia was thinking that this would further confirm the rumor that the prince consort was dead, and many people would surely be unable to resist revealing their true colors.
Among Cen Yuan's former subordinates, there are only a few who are loyal to Emperor Heng, and it is still unclear. In fact, everyone is loyal only to their own interests.
That legitimate merit of following the dragon is really enviable.
While Shi Anxia was thinking about this, he had someone serve the meal and had a meal with Emperor Zhaowu who had come from afar.
Simple meals, without much ingenuity, just to fill the stomach.
This is what Shi Anxia ate every day in Gongcheng.
Emperor Zhaowu was probably hungry and ate with gusto. However, when he thought about the good grain going into the black market and the people eating moldy rice, he was so angry that he wanted to arrest all these people and behead them immediately.
He talked about the Zheng family and the fourth young master of Zheng.
Shi Anxia said, "Zheng family? They are not only in the grain industry, they have also extended their hands to the salt industry."
Emperor Zhaowu was so angry that he put down his chopsticks, "Salt industry? How dare they?"
"The Zheng family is powerful, not only in Lingzhou, but also in other places. They are not a century-old family, they have no foundation, and they have no scruples, so if they get involved in the salt industry, they will lose their heads. For them, it's just a decoration. As long as they are not caught, everything will be fine. Even if they are caught, they can just give them money and keep it a secret."
He lost his respect for the imperial power, thought he was all-powerful and could do anything.
Shi Anxia added, "The fourth son of the Zheng family was actually born to a concubine. The head of the Zheng family had no son, so he had to bring the son born to the concubine back home. This child has done all kinds of bad things, and I will kill him."
Emperor Zhaowu felt a chill down his spine when he was mistaken for the fourth son of Zheng.