Meng Yutong had passed her mother-in-law's trial and had thought her legs would not be broken.
She had not expected the ancestor to be an old antique. This was going to be troublesome.
She could only wait for Lin Heng to return and discuss countermeasures together.
Once the ancestor made a decision, ordinary people could not easily change it.
Elsewhere, Lin Heng was still on the Cloud Boat, listening to songs in the pleasure house.
Jiang Jingyi, as the Female Emperor, was quietly awaiting someone's appearance. News spread very quickly. As long as it was someone she wanted to see, they would appear before a day had passed.
A travel-worn, middle-aged-looking man whose hair was threaded with a little white entered the room under Murong Ziyan's lead.
"Please!"
He Qingcang looked at that slender figure standing in the dimness, her faintly discernible pressure almost freezing the air around her.
He could not help swallowing, then bowed respectfully and said, "This subject, He Qingcang, pays respects to Your Supreme Excellency!!"
"Prince of Southern Mountain, these years in the Western Continent have treated you quite comfortably."
"Thanks to Your Supreme Excellency's grace, this subject was allowed to retire and support himself here. I only occasionally do some business, dealing with worldly people. Life has been passable."
Jiang Jingyi slowly turned her head, her gaze calm and cold, as if she had completely become another person.
When she spent time with that show-off Lin Heng, she would appear incomparably kind, well-read and reasonable, gentle and refined, speaking with perfect measure.
But in front of others, especially in front of her subjects, she would appear incomparably aloof and cold.
There was no helping it. As the ruler of a dynasty, an emperor's majesty was not something she released herself, but something others felt through