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Chapter 331: Guar Jia Wen Yuan 15

"Isn't this Suxi from the palace who promised Nian?" Someone in the crowd shouted, and immediately everyone's eyes were focused on the trembling eunuch.

Su Xi’s face was pale and his eyes were evasive. He was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and he wanted to escape from this hell in panic.

"Even if Ms. Nian is dissatisfied, it is towards me. It's just that I have implicated Sister Mei..." Zhen Huan covered her face and cried. Her tone was full of self-blame, but her sharpness was hidden, and she pointed the spearhead directly at Nian Shilan.

"I didn't want to kill her completely. I wanted to give her a chance to reform. Unexpectedly, she became even more vicious. Well, tell the Queen and Concubine Jing to interrogate Suxi overnight. If the facts are proven, immediately banish Nian to the cold palace and execute her!"

This Zhen Huan really had a good plan and easily dragged Nian Shilan into the water.

Yinzhen didn't even look at Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang, and coldly ordered Su Peisheng beside him: "Thoroughly investigate the arson of Sui Yuxuan and give me an explanation."

After saying that, he took Wen Yuan's hand and turned away without any reluctance.

Looking at Yinzhen's back as he turned and left without hesitation, Zhen Huan could no longer hold back her tears and they rolled down her cheeks.

She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud, but the suppressed sobs were more heartbreaking than wailing loudly.

Shen Meizhuang was not in much better condition. Her already pale face looked even uglier now. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead. She was obviously suffering from the severe pain from the burns.

"Huan'er, don't be sad. The emperor... he was just anxious for the moment, so..." Shen Meizhuang endured the pain and comforted Zhen Huan in return.

"Sister, please stop talking and save some strength..." Zhen Huan held Shen Meizhuang's hand, feeling mixed emotions.

Everything has changed since the arrogant Guarjia Wenyuan appeared.

The emperor's favor towards her can be described as outrageous! All the women in the harem are charming, gentle and considerate, but the emperor just likes Wen Yuan's willful and capricious appearance!

"Sister Mei, do you think the emperor...really likes Concubine Li?" Shen Meizhuang asked weakly, with a hint of disbelief in her tone.

Zhen Huan didn't say anything, but just held Shen Meizhuang's hand tightly, but her heart was already in turmoil.

If it were in the past, she might have deceived herself into thinking that the emperor was just looking for something new, but now, seeing how caring and obedient the emperor was to Wen Yuan, the last glimmer of hope in her heart was completely shattered.

Yinzhen didn't even look at Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang, and directly pulled Wen Yuan's wrist and left Sui Yuxuan. Wen Yuan's wrist was slender and white, and was tightly grasped by Yinzhen's big hand, like a fragile butterfly falling into the palm of a hunter.

Yinzhen took big steps, and Wen Yuan had to almost run to keep up with him.

"Your Majesty, please slow down..." Wen Yuan complained tenderly, but she did not dare to pull Yinzhen's sleeve hard, so she could only jog behind him.

Yinzhen then realized his own misconduct, stopped, turned around and looked at the sweaty Wen Yuan, his heart full of pity: "I am negligent, Yuan'er, are you tired?"

As he spoke, he naturally reached out to wipe the sweat from Wen Yuan's forehead.

"Your Majesty, I think this matter is very strange..." Wen Yuan blinked her big eyes innocently, her tone full of doubt.

"The fire was so fierce, why did it only hurt Concubine Hui? Could there be some misunderstanding?"

Wen Yuan's words seemed to be speaking for Zhen Huan and Shen Meiyu, but in fact every word she said was hinting that the fire was not an accident, but was caused intentionally by someone.

And this person may not necessarily be Nian.

Yinzhen was stunned by Wen Yuan's question. He had never thought about this question before. He just felt that Concubine Hui was too careless to be burned by fire.

"Yuan'er is right. I will investigate this matter thoroughly." Yinzhen stroked Wen Yuan's hair gently, his eyes full of doting.

Yinzhen called the secret guards over, his tone icy and piercing, like the cold wind of winter: "Investigate the matter of Sui Yuxuan tonight thoroughly for me, and do not let go of any clues!"

"Yes!" The secret guard took the order and disappeared into the night like a ghost.

In Yongshou Palace, the incense was wafting and the light gauze curtains were hanging low, revealing a charming and ambiguous atmosphere. Yinzhen hugged Wen Yuan and returned to the bedroom.

As soon as she entered the inner hall, Wen Yuan pretended to be weak and leaned in Yinzhen's arms, and said softly and coquettishly: "Your Majesty, I am so tired~"

Yinzhen looked at her cute and innocent appearance and felt even more love for her. He picked her up gently, placed her on the Luohan bed covered with soft brocade mattress, and carefully took off her embroidered shoes.

"Yuan'er was frightened today." Yinzhen sat beside the bed, gently stroking Wen Yuan's jade-smooth skin, his eyes full of heartache.

Wen Yuan naturally lay down in Yinzhen's arms, and her slender fingers gently traced the coiled dragon pattern on his chest.

Yinzhen's big hands patted her back gently, as if he was coaxing a child.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Yuan couldn't help it and protested in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is fine..."

Yinzhen looked down at her and saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were evasive, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. He felt even more pity for her and thought that she was frightened. He coaxed her softly, "Be good, Yuan'er, I'm here, don't be afraid."

An emperor was so gentle and considerate to her, and even called her "Yuan'er" and "Yuan'er". Who could resist it!

Wen Yuan found a comfortable position in Yinzhen's arms, but she was complaining in her heart: How come the emperor of ancient times is like a giant dog-like boyfriend, touching me at every turn? If this happened in modern times, wouldn't he be put in the eighth group and scolded to quit the circle?

She secretly looked up at Yinzhen and found that he was closing his eyes, enjoying this rare tenderness.

Yinzhen felt the attachment of the person in his arms, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wrapped his big hands around Wen Yuan's slender waist even more tightly, wishing he could rub her into his own bones and blood.

"Yuan'er, you are so nice." Yinzhen's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of indescribable emotion.

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?"

Yinzhen opened his eyes, and Wen Yuan's delicate face was reflected in his deep pupils. He gently stroked her long black hair, and his tone was so gentle that it seemed to drip water: "I say, you are really good, and you are not at all like those mediocre women."

"Your Majesty, you only know how to say nice things to make me happy." Wen Yuan pushed Yinzhen's chest coquettishly, with a hint of shyness and dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Everything I said is from the truth." Yinzhen said, lowering his head and kissing Wen Yuan's forehead.

"Your every smile, every move, all make me feel very familiar, as if..."

"As if what?" Wen Yuan asked curiously.

Yinzhen paused, as if he was organizing his words, and finally said, "It's as if we knew each other in our previous life."