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Back then, for the sake of this throne, the first crown prince died, Prince Su died, and Emperor Yuan also had his life hanging by a thread several times.

On many occasions, it was Meng Fu and the Meng family who averted danger for him and saved his life.

On one occasion, he secretly left the capital for important business.

Their whereabouts, which would normally remain unknown to outsiders, were discovered by Prince Su.

Prince Su sent assassins to ambush him along the way, setting traps and killing him. All his guards were killed in battle, and he himself was seriously wounded and almost died in the encirclement.

It was Meng Fu who arrived at the last moment and saved him.

Emperor Yuan rarely thought about this matter. He was unwilling to accept Meng Fu's help in saving him, and even less willing to let Meng Fu act as his savior in front of him.

But when Meng Fu mentioned it, he subconsciously remembered it.

"When His Majesty went out that year, only I knew about it. The Prince of Su's ambush was extremely well prepared. They knew in advance that His Majesty would pass through the place where they were lying in ambush."

"I have never been able to understand how Prince Su knew the Emperor's whereabouts so thoroughly. I can't figure it out."

"I also wanted to ask His Majesty if he had revealed his whereabouts to anyone else?"

Empress Meng smiled as she looked at Emperor Yuan.

The latter's face stiffened, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

He, who had been standing, suddenly went limp and slumped into the chair behind him.

The answer is self-evident.

As Empress Meng had anticipated.

"It seems so." Ignoring the resistance in Emperor Yuan's eyes, Empress Meng deliberately exposed a fact he desperately wanted to avoid. "May I ask, Your Majesty, is that person your beloved Consort?"

The word "deep love" pierced Emperor Yuan's heart with pain.

A flicker of panic crossed the emperor's eyes.

"And that time, on the late emperor's birthday, there was a mistake in the birthday gift that the emperor presented to the late emperor. Prince Su seized on this and made a scene. In a fit of anger, the late emperor hit the emperor on the head with an inkstone."

"I remember, the Imperial Concubine was heartbroken, ha..."

Empress Meng gave a cold laugh, and everyone could hear the sarcasm in her words.

The imperial concubine may appear to care for him, but she is very likely the culprit who tampered with the birthday gifts and caused him to be punished.

"And that other time..."

Empress Meng listed them one by one.

Each item bears the mark of the imperial concubine's betrayal.

Each item was like a knife, piercing deeply into Emperor Yuan's heart, tearing him apart.

"Enough, enough!" Emperor Yuan finally couldn't take it anymore and interrupted her with a sharp look in his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot. He rose from his chair and lunged at Empress Meng, who had revealed all of this.

Before he could get close, Xie Xuanjin stepped in front of Empress Meng, separating him from her. "Father, it was the Consort who betrayed us. Does Father intend to take his anger out on someone else?"

The imperial concubine betrayed him and took her anger out on others.

What's the difference between him and a tyrannical or incompetent ruler?

Emperor Yuan took a step back in dejection, looking at Empress Meng behind Xie Xuanjin with undisguised hatred in his eyes.

He knew that Meng Fu was laughing at him.

She deliberately wanted him to know just how humiliating the woman he cherished was, as a way to get revenge on him and cause him pain.

The more this was the case, the less he could allow Meng Fu to have his way.

He stepped forward, and through Xie Xuanjin, lowered his voice to say to Meng Fu, "Meng Fu, you have no idea how much I love the Imperial Concubine."

"When I first met her, she saved my life. At that time, I swore that no matter what she did, I would love her."

"I love her, regardless of what she has done."

"Based on this alone, you'll never be as good as her."

He seemed to want to prove that Meng Fu was inferior to the Imperial Concubine.

Upon hearing this, Meng Fu smiled.

Meng Fu smiled slightly, meeting Emperor Yuan's gaze. "Your Majesty's love for the Consort is indeed genuine, but Your Majesty is mistaken. I am the Empress, a daughter of the Meng family. Why should I compare myself to her?"

"Compare her to him in terms of standing in the Emperor's heart? Ha..."

Emperor Yuan's face suddenly darkened.

The genuine disdain in Meng Fu's eyes reminded him of the first time he saw her, when she sat on horseback, looking heroic and radiant.

That day, he watched her from the corner, but her gaze never fell on him.

From that moment on, he inexplicably loathed her.

I dislike her dazzling brilliance, and I also dislike the tenacity and spirit in her eyes.

"Your Majesty..." Meng Fu's voice pulled him back to reality.

The voice, initially deliberately lowered, suddenly rose, "Does today's posthumous conferment still stand?"

Meng Fu's smile remained unchanged.

How could Emperor Yuan not understand her meaning?

He deeply loved the Imperial Concubine, and he loved her no matter what. Therefore, the decision to posthumously confer titles on her would not be changed because of her "stains".

But there are so many people here today.

The reputation of the Imperial Concubine will inevitably spread, and his insistence on posthumously conferring the title will surely displease the officials in the court.

In the current situation, he cannot allow the Menford Party to find fault with him.

Whether or not to posthumously confer a title is now a dilemma.

Empress Meng wanted to put him in a difficult position.

"Very well, Your Majesty, I will support whatever decision you make," Empress Meng said, glancing again at Consort Shen's memorial tablet on the altar.

"His Majesty instructed me to come and offer sacrifices, and I have done so. If there is nothing else, I will now rest."

Empress Meng withdrew her gaze and did not look at Emperor Yuan again.

He then instructed the Taoist priests performing the ritual, "Seeing blood on the anniversary of her death is unlucky. I trouble you all to perform the ritual again, so that the spirit of the Imperial Concubine in heaven may not find peace."

If the Imperial Concubine is truly alive today, how can she possibly be at peace?

Aunt Ling helped Empress Meng up and turned to leave.

The two had only taken a few steps when a palace maid hurriedly entered the main hall carrying a tray.

Perhaps he walked too fast and bumped into Empress Meng.

The contents of the tray were scattered on the floor.

"This servant deserves to die. This servant was ordered to deliver the Imperial Concubine's beloved possessions. I offended the Empress. This servant deserves to die." The palace maid knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

"It's alright." Empress Meng didn't blame her.

His gaze swept over the things lying on the ground, and he frowned slightly.

She felt a sense of déjà vu, but Aunt Ling recognized it at a glance.

It was a rabbit mask.

"this……"

Aunt Ling stepped forward, picked up the mask from the ground, as if to confirm something. She turned the mask over and saw the carved marks inside, and immediately confirmed it.

"Your Majesty, isn't this your mask? How did it get here?"

Aunt Ling was quite surprised.

As soon as she finished speaking, the rabbit mask in her hand was snatched away by Emperor Yuan.

"The Empress wants to take everything? How can the Consort's things be hers?" Emperor Yuan said angrily, seemingly deliberately trying to prevent Meng Fu from getting her way.

"The Imperial Concubine's?" Aunt Ling asked suspiciously.

But she wouldn't mistake the mark inside the mask.

She glanced at the rabbit mask and frowned, saying:

"How could that be? The mask has a long-tasseled spear engraved on it. It was a birthday gift from Young Master Huaizhou to Miss that year. The mask was made by Young Master Huaizhou himself, and the long-tasseled spear was engraved based on Miss's long-tasseled spear."

"That time when Miss returned from Tiger Crouching Mountain, she lost her mask, and Young Master Huaizhou threw a tantrum for a long time, so I remember it very clearly."

Tiger Crouching Mountain is the very place where Emperor Yuan suppressed bandits.

The image of that night, where a woman wearing a rabbit mask pierced a bandit's chest with a sword, flashed subconsciously into Emperor Yuan's mind.

A guess popped into my head, and I was instantly struck dumb.