Quick Wear: The yandere boss held me in his arms and kissed me

Chapter 332 The Patron Saint of the Empire 11
Not long after, Jinqian and Jinli secretly returned to the imperial palace, the people of Shengyang Palace announced the news that the emperor of Shengyang, Srilant Keno, had died.

The doctor in charge of the imperial palace who made the diagnosis told people that the cause of death was sudden death caused by overwork.

Everyone believed it, and no one doubted it.

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"That doctor is your man."

In the dormitory, Jinqian looked at Jinli who was flipping through the books, and said in an affirmative tone.

Jinli closed the book and looked at Jinqian seriously.

"Why did sister say that? I'm just a poor Empress with no real power. How could I have such great ability to order someone to fabricate such a big lie?"

Jinqian looked into the distance through the cold glass.

"Oh... so what is your truth?"

Jinli was stunned for a moment, and then laughed a few times in an elegant 'hehe'.

"The doctor in charge of the emperor's palace already harbored hatred for Emperor Shengyang, I just provoked him a little bit."

"After all...the hatred of taking one's wife is irrelevant."

Jin Qian looked at her hand, not feeling much.

"I see."

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This is the content of the last conversation between the two sisters.

Because after that, Sri Rand Costa officially became the emperor of Sri Rant from the crown prince, and also inherited the title of Emperor Shengyang.

In order to gain greater rights, Jinqian chose what she was good at.

kill.

She joined the barracks as a civilian, and was promoted step by step from soldier to general.

Up to now, there is still a title like "Patron Saint of the Empire".

In recent years, Jinli's health has been getting worse and worse, so Jinqian will secretly come back here to visit Jinli whenever she is free.

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"Sister... sister! Are you listening to me?"

Hearing the yelling, Jinqian suddenly came back to his senses, touched the back of Jinli's head with some embarrassment, and asked, "Sorry, what were you talking about just now?"

Jinli grabbed Jinqian's hand, pointed at the purple, and asked, "I said—how is this painting!"

Jinqian looked at the portrait in the middle of the sea of ​​purple flowers, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

In the portrait, Jinqian stood in a sea of ​​flowers and looked back when she was 14 years old.

"The painting is very good, as expected of you."

"But the shape here is a bit wrong, this should be used here..."

Jinli: "Huh? Sister, didn't you know how to draw before? How can you be so detailed now? It's exactly the same as my painter teacher's mistakes."

Jin smiled lightly.

"Ah, these, these are the skills learned while doing the task."

Jinli tilted her head in doubt.

"Huh? Mission? What mission?"

When Jinqian heard Jinli's rhetorical question, she wanted to answer something, but she suddenly became dizzy, and the answer that she originally thought of in her mind seemed to be covered with a layer of fog and became blank.

She replied mechanically: "Uh? Ah? What mission? What mission...Jin Li, what are you talking about?"

Jinli also stayed for three seconds, and said, "Huh? Uh... I also forgot what I was talking about just now..."

"Leave that alone, sister, did you come to see me wearing armor on purpose today?"

Jinqian raised her hand in a daze, turned twice in front of Jinli, and said with a smile: "Well, when you came last time, didn't you say... you want to see how I look on the battlefield?"

She put on her mask again, and said, "This is how I am on the battlefield."

Jinli's extremely pale hands gently touched Jinqian's slightly cold cheeks, and rubbed them back and forth a few times.

(End of this chapter)