Chapter 211 (1/2)

But they dare not say these words.

Now, after hearing that the consequences are so serious, your Majesty's previous blame has become guilt and gratitude, and the original disposal of Han Zhan has become a reward. Thunder, rain and dew are all grace, but so.

At the same time, Wu Taiyi was relieved.

Before long, a little eunuch slipped out of the Zichen hall and ran somewhere in the palace.

”Seriously?” the talking woman leaned on the soft couch. The curtain of Jiaoyu yarn overlapped again, with crystal pearls falling on it. The breeze swept in, like a wave rising from the deep sea. Outside, a six sided screen blocked her view, making people unable to see her figure clearly and vaguely see her graceful and enchanting curve. After listening to the words of the little eunuch, she suddenly sat up from the couch, ”Han Xiaohou can't have children anymore? Wu Taiyi said it himself.”

”If you go back to your mother, it's absolutely true. It was Han Xiaohou who replaced the prince. That's why...”

After hearing this, the woman who was called the empress suddenly giggled. She was so happy that her tears were about to come out.

”Wouldn't Han Zhishan be mad if he knew that his precious son had lost his fertility? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! It's really interesting! It's just a pity...” she touched the tears in the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief and sighed, ”it's a pity that the crown prince should escape, otherwise it's Xiao Qirong who should be miserable now. It's more pleasant to see Xiao Qirong's grief and anger. It's a pity...”

Hearing her call Xiao Huang's name, the little eunuch was scared to kneel on the ground and dare not speak out. In particular, she even said two regrets, and the little eunuch wanted to cover his ears.

”Isn't Xiao Qirong going to be sent? Then ask him to check. The more thorough the check, the better!”

The woman said and then lay down again. The gauze as thin as cicada wings slipped down from her delicate skin. The picture was dazzling and made people spray and blood.

She muttered to herself, ”stir it! The more muddy the tan water is, the better.”