The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 993: Everything is just what she thought

Zhuo Qiran went back dejectedly.

The couple was caught off guard by Emperor Zhaowu's series of actions and tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

Both were heartbroken.

This situation is very similar to when he first discovered that his great uncle Shi Chengyi was one of the masterminds behind the poisoning case in his previous life.

At that moment, An Xia was shocked to hear the truth and vomited blood on the spot. He was unwilling to face this fact for a long time afterwards.

When faced with an unforgivable criminal, one can still kill him with a sword and take revenge. But when the truth is revealed, it is those who were once trusted and relied on, those who were highly expected of them, and even those who were closest to them, who are in a dilemma and find it difficult to let go.

Emperor Zhaowu's move was truly chilling.

Cen Yuan blew out the candle, and the gauze curtains fell down layer by layer.

He lay on his back in the darkness, his eyes penetrating the curtains and falling on the tent ceiling embroidered with intricate patterns.

The darkness gradually faded away from its initial thickness, his eyes adjusted to the dimness, and the dark patterns on the ceiling of the tent began to float like living things.

It was like a surging undercurrent or a rushing river, flowing before his eyes.

"Emperor Zhaowu is very confident." Cen Yuan suddenly spoke, his voice was particularly clear in the night.

Shi Anxia was also staring at the top of the tent. Hearing this, he sighed softly, "Yes, they are blatantly trying to win over people who are on good terms with us, without any fear of leaking the news. I really don't know if they are confident or just arrogant."

"Because..." Cen Yuan's voice was a little cold, "He is already the emperor."

Power makes people swell up, and they think that the emperor can cover the world with one hand and must get whatever he wants.

In the darkness, Shi Anxia's fingertips tightened slightly, "If I can help him up, I can naturally pull him down."

There is a sharp determination in these words.

She didn't mind winning over court officials, but she couldn't just let it go when it came to touching her mother.

"It's easy to depose the emperor, but I'm afraid that the situation that Beiyi has managed to stabilize with great difficulty will be turned upside down again." Cen Yuan's fingertips unconsciously stroked the dark patterns on the brocade quilt, and her voice sank into the night. "Earlier, the 'Purging Dust Plan' broke the balance of the powerful families, and Emperor Mingde used iron-blooded means to suppress the restlessness of all parties. Now all forces are holding their breath and lying dormant, waiting to catch the flaws in the handover between the old and new emperors."

"Yes," Shi Anxia knew it, "and the father and son started fighting each other. The powerful and aristocratic families just need to take advantage of the chaos..."

Before she finished her words, her whole body suddenly froze and she stood up abruptly, "Oh no, my father is in danger!"

Cen Yuan embraced her with his arms, pulling her back into his embrace. His slender fingers threaded through her loose black hair, and his voice was colder than the night, "It's not just Emperor Mingde. If something happens to my mother, father and son will definitely turn against each other. No matter who dies at whose hands, the court will be in chaos."

As the night deepened, the couple's conversation made sleepiness increasingly difficult.

Shi Anxia stood up again, and the quilt slipped off her shoulders. "I have to go back to Beijing as soon as possible."

She was sure that Emperor Zhaowu would not attack her mother, so she was calm and composed. But if Tang Chujun became a living target in the eyes of various forces, that would be another matter.

This is the biggest crisis Shi Anxia has faced since his rebirth.

She finally admitted, "It turns out that I have always misinterpreted Emperor Zhaowu's intentions."

She always thought that there was no love between her and Emperor Zhaowu.

She thought that what lingered between them was never just romantic love.

Rather, it was a half-written red inscription left by a woman on the dragon throne for the emperor, because she believed that he could single-handedly piece together the shattered Northern Wing Dynasty and restore its beautiful motherland.

It is also like an emperor who stopped his imperial carriage outside the palace at midnight for the empress dowager, because he respected her hard work but never coveted even a little warmth of the dragon throne.

She originally thought that the bond between them was deeper than the bond between mandarin ducks. If one were to name this bond, it would be called "Northern Wing".

But now it seems that it was all her wishful thinking. She moved heaven and earth, moved herself, and also deceived herself.

Everything was just "what she thought".

A big hand gently covered Shi Anxia's eyes, and warmth came from the palm, warm and very comfortable.

She reached out and covered the big hand with hers, then clenched it tightly, as if she had grabbed a piece of driftwood in the ocean, which could support her to drift farther and feel more at ease.

"It would be good if we could return to the capital." Cen Yuan sighed, "I wonder if telling Emperor Zhaowu that I'm alive would make him change his ways."

If he could stop early, there would be room for recovery. If he... Cen Yuan's eyes, hidden in the darkness, gradually showed murderous intent.

"It's not us who are going back to the capital, it's me who is going back to the capital." Shi Anxia leaned on Cen Yuan's chest, listening to his heart beating strongly, "You go to Liang State, and I go back to the capital. If I am trapped in the capital one day, you still have the ability to break the situation. Otherwise, we will all be buried in the hands of the new emperor who was helped by us."

This is such a joke!

The couple discussed it until dawn before they managed to fall asleep.

The next day, when Shi Anxia woke up, Cen Yuan had left.

She washed and dressed and had a lazy breakfast.

She had a poor appetite and found food tasteless. She was distracted several times and didn't even hear Bei Hui calling her.

This morning, Shi Anxia was counting the accounts of various cities in Lingzhou.

Officials came in one after another to report, all of them in high spirits.

Shi Anxia asked, "Did something good happen? Why are everyone's faces glowing?"

Official A bowed towards the east and said, "Your Majesty is wise and will soon move the capital to Lingzhou. We are honored to be part of it."

All the officials agreed and were full of energy.

Shi Anxia frowned and said nothing.

When the officials saw this, they all restrained their excitement.

As they walked out of the door, they began to talk in low voices.

"The princess seems unhappy."

"I understand. Lingzhou was originally assigned to the princess. Now that the emperor has moved the capital, it has harmed the princess's interests. Naturally, she is unhappy."

"Yes, Lingzhou's border trade is booming, and now we have recovered all the lost territories. The cities are connected together, and the taxes alone are more than enough to cover the expenses."

"Hush, can you please stop talking nonsense? If Lord Qiu hears you, he will report you to the princess and you will be in big trouble."

All the officials shut up and walked out of Chongyang Inn.

Qiu Zhiyan and Song Shenzhi came out from behind the rockery and looked at each other before going inside.

Qiu Zhiyan went in to discuss matters with Shi Anxia.

Song Shenzhi was standing in the corridor waiting, and saw Nan Yan coming over with a tray from afar.

He didn't dare to look directly at her, but he bowed politely to the kind girl.

Nan Yan nodded slightly and was about to go in when she suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask, "Hey, Mr. Song, is your mother's headache better?"

"Thank you for your concern, young lady. She is much better now." Song Shenzhi bowed again.

Nan Yan nodded, "It's fine as long as it's healed. If it's not healed, I can ask Sister Xiyue for two more packets of medicine. You can't be careless with a headache. If you delay it, your life will be in danger."

She heard these words from Xiyue, and now she can persuade others in the same way.

Song Shenzhi agreed and said he would ask his mother again when he got back.