C137 (1/2)

Yun Yu watched as Yun Ruoleng returned, still wearing the same clothes. Her eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips unconsciously raised, as though she was very proud of her masterpiece.

Yun Ruoleng took a good look at her expression, and silently returned to her original position.

Just as Yun Ruoleng sat down, he heard a sharp and shrill voice coming from the door, and couldn't help but look towards the door.

”The empress dowager has arrived!”

”The emperor has arrived!”

Within the Hall of Peace, everyone rose to their knees respectfully, their voices loud and clear. ”Long live the Emperor! Long live and long live the empress dowager! Long live and long live and long live the empress dowager!”

”Everyone, please rise.” The empress dowager took the little emperor's hand and led him into the Temple of Peace. The little shota solemnly reached out his hand to support the emperor, then walked up the steps with a stern expression and sat on the Dragon Throne that belonged to the imperial power.

After Yun Ruoleng finished the ceremony, he sat in his seat. It was surprisingly quiet, as if the woman who painted for the Empress Dowager in Peace Palace wasn't her at all.

After what had just happened, Yun Yu Jiao had calmed down. Even though she wanted to scheme against Yun Ruoleng, it was limited to the fact that she wasn't mature enough and wasn't a match for Yun Ruoleng.

”Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, we will drink under the moon with our loved ones. We will not return until we are drunk.”

”I won't leave until I'm drunk!” Everyone held their wine cups up high and once again made a toast to the people on the platform.

The little emperor's face was stern, he raised his head and drank the wine, then sat down, his gaze unwittingly sweeping across Yun Ruoleng who was quietly eating the food on his plate.

”The Regent has arrived!” Yun Ruoleng's gaze once again moved away from his desk. A different emotion flashed in her phoenix eyes, but it instantly disappeared.

Jun Qingshang appeared in the Peace Hall dressed in a black python robe, his clearly defined face still expressionless.

As the crowd bowed once again, Yun Ruoleng followed suit and kneeled down, ”Your Highness, a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years.”

”Yes.” His gaze swept across the crowd, pausing on Yun Ruoleng for a moment before quickly shifting his gaze away, and uttering a single syllable.

After Yun Ruoleng got up, she continued to eat her food. The hall was lively, yet Yun Ruoleng was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery. She could only hope that everything would end soon so that she could go back to sleep.

Just as Yun Ruoleng was eating happily, he suddenly felt an extremely strong killing intent, and subconsciously stopped. Her cold gaze swept across the crowd of dancers. She could feel that this killing intent came from the dancers.

The dancing girl brandished the red silk in her hand and it continuously swirled in the hall. It looked like this song ”Chang'e Dashing the Moon” was completely unintentional, but Yun Ruoleng could feel the killing intent growing stronger and stronger.

”Swoosh …” As she watched the dancers, an arrow flew from the outside of the hall, aimed at the little Emperor.

Jun Qingshang's reaction was extremely fast, the wine cup in his hand was immediately flung out, and the arrow shot out unerringly, landing on the ground.

Immediately after, a group of masked men with black mist emitting from their bodies poured in through the door, while the female dancers that were leading the group of dancers that Yun Ruoleng was staring at also started to move, the red ribbon in their hands flew, directly shooting towards Jun Qingshang.

The wine cup in Yun Ruoleng's hand was thrown out, accurately hitting the lady's back, and with a ”Bang” sound, the lady laid on the ground, her mouth spitting out a mouthful of blood.

”Protect Your Majesty! Protect Her Majesty! ”