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A pain shot through the back of his neck, and Tuoba Rui looked shocked.

The unease in his heart dispelled his drunkenness. He wanted to question his companion about why, and also about what he was doing, but he could only utter one word before his body went limp and he fainted.

Before his consciousness faded, he seemed to have guessed something, and a sudden sense of despair rose in his eyes.

The envoy from Beirong moved the unconscious Tuoba Rui to a rockery in the imperial garden.

Not long after, a figure approached, and the two whispered something to each other.

Wan Liang, hidden in the shadows, saw everything.

When they returned to the palace banquet, everything was as usual.

While pouring wine, Wan Liang quietly reported what he had just seen and heard to Xie Xuanjin.

"The person who met with the envoy from Beirong was a servant from Nanlin. Should I arrest him and interrogate him?" Wan Liang, who always obeyed orders, had a sharp look in his eyes today.

That envoy from Beirong harbored wolfish ambitions and even plotted to tarnish the Empress's reputation; he was truly despicable.

"If we arrest them and interrogate them, wouldn't that be like stirring up trouble?" Xie Xuanjin's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his heart already filled with murderous intent.

He glanced in the direction of the Southern Lin envoy, his hand gripping the wine glass, veins bulging.

The King of Nanlin had sent letters to the country many times before, and the words were all about goodwill. Even if his fear of Dajing was mixed with resentment, he could still use the opportunity of his mission to cause trouble in Dajing. If the matter was exposed, the only result would be war.

It couldn't have been the idea of ​​the King of Nanlin.

Xie Xuanjin lowered his eyes, a guess forming in his mind. He then instructed Wan Liang, "Have Wan Zi stand by. Since they are going to give me such a birthday gift in my Great Jing Imperial Palace tonight, how can I not return the favor?"

"Yes."

Wan Liang understood that Xie Xuanjin intended to capture them all in one fell swoop, and immediately accepted the order.

The palace banquet continued, becoming increasingly lively.

Outside Jinhua Palace, the palace gate was knocked on. A palace maid opened the door, but there was no one outside, only a brocade box placed on the threshold.

The palace maid took the brocade box with a puzzled look and closed the door.

Not long after, the gates of Jinhua Palace opened again.

A woman wearing a cloak with a black brim completely covered her face, but her prominently protruding belly revealed her identity.

Song Qingning!

Not far away, in the shadows shrouded in darkness, the woman's smile was tinged with malice amidst her triumph.

"Song Qingning, this princess is determined to make tonight your death day!" Xiao Yue thought about her plan for tonight, her eyes filled with determination.

Xiao Yue quietly followed the cloaked figure until it disappeared from sight.

She wanted to watch this spectacle, to witness Song Qingning's fall from grace.

Little did she know that Song Qingning was still in her room at Jinhua Palace.

"Who was knocking on the door just now?" Song Qingning, who was looking at the case file, suddenly looked up and asked.

I only heard knocking on the door, but nothing came of it.

"It shouldn't be anything serious. Maybe Miss Wanzi just dealt with it on her way out," Hongling said.

Wan Zi came by suddenly just now, chatted with her for a few minutes, and then left.

Song Qingning didn't pay attention.

They assumed that Xie Xuanjin was worried about her and sent Wan Zi to check on her.

Having read it, one must naturally report back.

Song Qingning ignored the matter and continued reading the case files.

The file in my hand is about Beirong.

Perhaps because of the Third Prince of Beirong, she suddenly wanted to learn more about Beirong, so she sent someone to the library to retrieve some files related to Beirong.

She flipped through the pages aimlessly.

Meanwhile, Song Qingning, who had just left Jinhua Palace, had arrived at the Imperial Garden.

There was only one letter left in that brocade box.

The letter instructed Song Qingning to come to the Imperial Garden alone, and the words were mysterious and threatening, saying that there was something important to tell her.

Important matters...

Beneath the cloak, a mocking smile played on Song Qingning's lips.

Do you really think the Empress is so easily fooled and threatened?

Looking at the artificial hill in front of her, Song Qingning found it to be a perfect place for a secret rendezvous between a man and a woman.

Thinking of what the Emperor had ordered her to do, Song Qingning paused slightly and walked towards the artificial hill.

Xiao Yue, hidden in the shadows, felt an even stronger excitement in her eyes.

At the same time, at a palace banquet.

The North Rong envoy returned to the table, looking flustered and absent-minded. When he sat down, he even knocked over the wine glass on the table.

A crisp cracking sound startled me.

Everyone at the palace banquet looked at him. Under the gazes, his expression became increasingly flustered. Finally, as if unable to bear the immense pressure in his heart, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of Dajing, please forgive me, Your Majesty..." The envoy from Beirong's eyes flickered, as if he was hesitating or struggling, but finally seemed to have made up his mind, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have something to report."

In the main seat.

Xie Xuanjin raised an eyebrow, looking down disdainfully at the performance of the Beirong envoy. "What's the matter? Why are you so flustered?"

The envoy from Beirong glanced up at the Great Jing King in the main seat. For some reason, he felt a little guilty at that glance, but when he thought about what he had to do, he immediately suppressed his guilt.

"The Third Prince, he..."

"The Third Prince was drunk and acted out of control just now. I thought he was really drunk, so I chased after him and found him walking freely without any signs of drunkenness. The Third Prince has always had a good tolerance for alcohol, so he was indeed not drunk. I was curious why he was pretending to be drunk, so I followed him."

"They followed us all the way to the Imperial Garden, and there they saw, they saw..."

As the envoy from North Korea spoke, his eyes grew increasingly fearful, as if he dared not continue.

Just then, a gasp of surprise came from outside the hall.

"Oh no! The Imperial Garden! The Imperial Garden! Her Majesty...!"

The palace servants were in a panic. Before they could finish speaking, Xie Xuanjin had already gotten up and rushed out of Chonghua Palace.

The envoy from Beirong was stunned for a moment, then immediately shouted again, "Third Prince, how could you be so foolish as to dare to..."

No one heard what was said after that.

As soon as Xie Xuanjin left, everyone else at the palace banquet immediately followed him out.

The North Rong envoy also got up and staggered out to chase after him.

The palace banquet quickly emptied out.

The group made their way to the Imperial Garden.

Near the artificial hill, Xiao Yue heard a cry of pain coming from inside. Immediately afterward, a woman shouted "Help!" in a pained and panicked voice.

"What are you doing? How dare you..."

The woman's voice stopped abruptly, and then Xiao Yue saw a man emerge from the artificial hill.

Just as planned.

The original plan was to have Tuoba Rui get drunk and go to Jinhua Palace to make it look like a secret rendezvous. However, Tuoba Rui, despite being curious and longing for Mingyue Xian, still managed to remain rational.

If he doesn't participate, knock him unconscious.

He was knocked unconscious and thrown into the artificial hill.

Besides the unconscious Tuoba Rui, there was another person hiding in the artificial hill. Once Song Qingning entered the artificial hill, the cramped space would make it difficult for her to move around, given her pregnancy.

Subduing her is too easy.

Xiao Yue wished she could do it herself, but killing her and ruining Song Qingning's reputation would make her feel much happier.

I heard a commotion coming from afar, growing closer and closer until I could clearly hear footsteps.

Xiao Yue knew that the real show was about to begin.

After glancing at the artificial hill, Xiao Yue quietly retreated and hid in the shadows.

A group of people arrived, and the artificial hill became quiet.

Xie Xuanjin walked to the artificial hill and paused.

Just then, the envoy from Beirong rushed up, stood in front of the artificial hill, knelt down and kowtowed to Xie Xuanjin, "Your Majesty, please spare the Third Prince. Even if the Third Prince deserves to die, this matter has nothing to do with Beirong."

"The Third Prince has recently become fascinated with Mingyue Xian's paintings. I thought he was merely captivated by the artwork, but I never imagined he would actually..."

"To commit such a treasonous act, Your Majesty..."

The North Rong envoy's statement was ambiguous.

But everyone present understood.

The Third Prince of Beirong harbors wolfish ambitions, coveting Mingyue Xian. And that's not all; at this moment, in that artificial hill…

Everyone looked at Xie Xuanjin, whose face was gloomy and looked like he wanted to kill someone.

Then the emperor's voice, laced with murderous intent:

"You mean, my wife is also in the artificial hill?"