C3 His Fault Was His Low Status

As soon as the words left his mouth, Gong Lingchen threw him onto the dragon bed with a dark expression. His long and narrow peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at his bleeding palm.

After a while, Gong Lingchen clicked his tongue in annoyance and scolded, "Idiot!"

". . . . . . "

Yang Xuanyin felt aggrieved from being scolded. However, he had always been patient, so he did not dare to retort or scold back. Plus, he did not have any strength left at the moment.

Probably because he lost too much blood, his head was extremely dizzy. But it was also because of this that he was not worried about what he could do to harm the Emperor.

Thus, he very peacefully fell asleep. . .

Disciple Liu Yu looked at his messy clothes in the wind as fresh blood dyed a small sheet of the bed sheet red. He was clearly in a sorry state but he still had a few heart-wrenching beautiful scenes.

Call someone over to save him? It might be a little troublesome. After all, the palace guards that were on night duty had been ordered to retreat by him, unless he himself went out to call for someone. . .

But he was lazy!

Gong Lingchen tore off a piece of the white undergarment and casually bandaged the unconscious Yang Xuanyin's wound to prevent blood from flowing out.

His gaze inadvertently swept across Yang Xuanyin's pale face, and he somehow found a soft blanket to cover him.

After doing this series of actions, he was also a little tired. He did not hesitate to lie beside him and sleep together.

Ganqing Palace.

"The empress dowager's Ladyship only needs to be at ease and bring people to watch this grand show tomorrow morning. . . "

A young man dressed in a bewitching red dress sat on a soft cushion that was embroidered with golden silk. His slender fingers, which were even whiter and whiter than a woman's, lightly twirled a black chess piece. There was a thirty percent smile on his face and seventy percent dissolute.

"Although Qinyuan Kingdom's ambassador is also a clever and quick-witted person, his fault lies in his low status. Naturally, no one will take him to heart. . . "

The meaning behind his words was that there was no harm in killing him. . .

"General is really good at chess. . . " Yang Rong could not help but smile when she heard the other party's implied words. She held a white chess piece in her hand and firmly surrounded him in the middle.

However, the game that seemed to be a sure-win game was actually the easiest to trap oneself in a dangerous place. Yang Rong naturally discovered the profoundness behind it and simply did not care about how the other party came to a conclusion.

This did not mean that the corners of the red clothed man's mouth still contained a smile. However, he found the black chess piece to land on the bottom left and forcefully changed the situation completely.

"I am a little tired. I will spar with General another day. General, please withdraw first. . . " It was clearly a few consecutive defeats, but Yang Rong did not get angry. Instead, she laughed.

Her white fingertips, which had been pampered all year round, easily messed up that chess piece.

Her movements were very light, but the red clothed man understood what she meant. He hurriedly got up and bowed before retreating. The moment he turned around, the smile on his lips deepened a little.

Didn't they value the throne a lot? Then I'm going to destroy everything they schemed to obtain!

After waiting for the others to leave, Mama Li, who had been by Yang Rong's side for many years, went forward to ask, puzzled.

"Empress Dowager, why didn't you punish the general for using your name to bring the foreign ambassador to your chambers? If the Emperor were to find out, I'm afraid it would be hard to explain. . . "

Hearing this, Yang Rong also withdrew her line of sight from the chessboard and indifferently swept a glance at mama Li's worried expression and asked a question with a bull's head and a ponytail.

"What do you think about this game of chess?"

"This. . . " mama Li frowned and looked at it for a while. "The general is naturally not as good as the Empress Dowager's chess skills all year round. But he is good at taking risks. . . So. . . "

"So he won against me. " Yang Rong answered for her and looked up at the bright moonlight outside the window. She slowly got up and entered the Gu Palace.

"It is time for the weather to change. . . "