Chapter 198 The People’s Will

The eldest princess's reputation as a vicious person has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. She does everything according to her own will and does not consider other people's opinions at all, nor does she care about others' abuse.

Such people are actually very elusive.

Righteous accusations, harsh remonstrances, and enlightenment with the words of saints... all the methods that civil servants are good at are of no avail to her.

And military generals have never been good at civil servants.

So, what should they do? What can they do?

There was silence in the main hall for a while, but it was the Minister of the Ministry of Finance who was the first to speak: "Since it is destiny and the people's will, we seem to have no choice but to accept it."

"But Dayong has never had a female emperor——"

"Isn't this enough?" Shangshu of the Ministry of Finance sighed, "If it is really God's will, do you gentlemen still have to go against God?"

Everyone's eyes fell on him with different expressions.

Although everyone knew that he had to say this because his son was still in the hands of the eldest princess, didn't others think so?

They are not worried about their own lives, they are worried about implicating their families.

The eldest princess took the son of the imperial official as a slave at the slightest disagreement, and it was just because the money was not in place before. Now it involves the throne of power, and if she disagrees with her, she will kill the nine tribes...

The ministers' hearts were heavy, and they maintained the principle of silence is golden with unprecedented patience, as if they were competing with someone, wishing they could remain mute forever.

Yan Chen is still in a coma.

The messenger sent Wen Jin's words to the Queen Mother again. The Queen Mother's expression was dejected, and her whole body seemed to have been drained of strength. She lay tiredly on the phoenix couch. Even the sound of gnashing her teeth was less threatening: "Yan Qing, this Damn you! I really regret not drowning her in the water."

The messenger is only responsible for delivering the message, and there is no big feeling after hearing this sentence.

After all, the Queen Mother was in despair right now. She had no other choice but to use her words to express her regret for that year.

The Queen Mother closed her eyes, and her face, which had always been delicately made up, could only see despair and despair. "Yan Qing, is she really willing to continue to respect the Ai family as the Queen Mother and let the Emperor go?"

"yes."

The words were spoken by Mr. Wen. As for whether the eldest princess said it or not, he didn't know.

Mr. Wen is as bright as the moon, as gentle as jade, and he won't tell lies even if he thinks about it.

"Get out." The Queen Mother said coldly.

The person who delivered the message responded, turned around and left without asking the Queen Mother about her reply.

Anyway, the situation is over, and the Queen Mother cannot change the outcome even if she continues to resist.

After the messenger left, the Queen Mother closed her eyes and quietly thought about everything that had happened over the years. From when Yan Qing was born to when she was eighteen years old now, all the experiences she had experienced in the past eighteen years clearly emerged in her mind.

It was clear that before the late emperor died, Si Yuan said that Yan Qing would not live to be twenty-five years old, saying that she was a lone star of evil and would deny her relatives all her life.

Now he claims that she is the Emperor of Destiny.

What a ridiculous destiny emperor!

Whether it's good or bad all depends on his mouth?

In the dead of night, the brilliant and gentle Mr. Wen finished his bath and walked into the inner room wearing a snow-white pajamas. With his docile and flawless body wrapped around him, he lay on his back like a lazy cat. He turned to his side, reached out and hugged His Highness into his arms.

Yan Qing was forced to put down the book in his hand and frowned at him.

Wen Jin put his head on her shoulder, charming and gentle, and silently smelled the scent on her body that fascinated him, "Your Highness."

Yan Qing's face was expressionless.

"Your Highness, it smells so good." Wen Jin sniffed the fragrance of her body greedily and rubbed it against her shoulders, "It's so soft."

Yan Qing said in a casual voice: "Why do I think you are softer than me?"