Suddenly, Ye Yilan couldn't help but staggered back, and with trembling lips, she pretended to be calm and said slowly: "Empress, this is not a joke."

A joke? You actually said this as a joke?

Upon hearing this, the eldest grandson Guanji smiled disdainfully.

"Why do you think the emperor locked up the eldest son Ping Tao here just to recuperate from his injuries? Do you think it was purely a coincidence that the emperor appeared in Liuxiang? All of this is just his conspiracy. He used you in exchange for

Your brother's life. Ye Xunyu, who is now in prison, doesn't know when he will be able to..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw her walking away, so impatient.

"Empress, does Chen Zhaoyi believe it?"

"nature."

The eldest grandson Guanji had never spoken with such confidence. Naturally, from the moment he saw Ye Yilan leaving so impatiently, he already knew that she believed in this matter, but she also concealed it from Murong Haochen.

The meaning of hate.
Chapter completed!