Chapter 204 Brothers From the Same Mother

Wen Jin sighed: "It is thanks to the emperor that I can implement the plan so smoothly."

Yan Qing glanced at him and suddenly found that Wen Jin looked so elegant and calm at this time. He was a real gentle and jade-like powerful minister.

Yan Chen's eyes were sinister, "Is Xie Yunzhou dead?"

"No." Wen Jin shook his head, "He doesn't need to die."

No need to die?

Yan Chen was stunned. When he figured out the meaning of this sentence, his face froze a little bit: "Xie Yunzhou is your man?"

Wen Jin was silent, then turned to look at Yan Qing: "Your Highness, the last moments of life seem to make people sharp and smart."

Yan Qing nodded in agreement.

"Wen Jin." Yan Chen gritted his teeth, "You have been hooking up with Yan Qing for a long time, and started to plan and plot against me?"

He always thought that Wen Jin, who was loyal and reliable, was actually a treacherous minister with evil intentions?

Hooking up?

Wen Jin didn't like this statement. How could he and His Highness be called hooking up?

"Your Majesty is wrong." He smiled faintly, "There is no need to plan early to deal with the emperor. After all, it has only been more than half a year since the emperor ascended the throne."

Yan Chen stared at him intently.

"Wen Jin is my man. He has never changed from entering the court to being the prime minister today." Yan Qing smiled slightly coldly, "Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry about this. He has never had anything to do with you."

Wen Jin stood quietly aside, his eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, gentle and harmless.

"Wei Changhai." Yan Qing turned his head and ordered, "Bring a blank imperial edict, and serve the emperor with pen and ink, and let the emperor write an edict."

Wei Changhai did not dare to raise his head and took the order and left.

Yan Chen's eyes were filled with black fog, and his heart was boiling with anger. He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Ji Lin! Ji Lin!"

"Don't waste your energy." Yan Qing's voice was lazy, "If there was still one person who could come to protect you, this palace would not be so smooth to enter your bedroom tonight."

Yan Chen's heart was like falling into an ice cellar.

Wen Jin is Yan Qing's man, and how many people in the court obey Wen Jin?

Xiao Chongshan is not here, the regent is not here, Wen Jin is unreliable, and even the commander of the imperial guards no longer obeys the orders of him, the emperor... The court of Dayong has quietly turned upside down when he is not fully prepared.

Yan Chen finally felt a sense of dying despair.

"Emperor... Emperor..." Wei Changhai's frightened voice sounded beside him, "The pen and ink are ready."

Yan Chen's eyes turned slightly, and the color in his eyes was cold and piercing.

Wei Changhai was waiting with his body bent. On the long table he ordered people to bring, a blank edict was placed on the table, and the pen, ink and ruler were ready. Several palace people knelt on the ground trembling, waiting for the emperor to draft the edict.

Yan Qing sat leisurely aside: "Uncle Chen's letter is destined to not be delivered, so don't expect Xiao Chongshan to come to save you."

Yan Chen's face was pale, and he slowly raised his head to look at Yan Qing: "Yan Qing, we are brother and sister, brother and sister from the same mother, why do you have to be so cold and heartless?"

Brother and sister from the same mother?

Yan Qing was silent. She didn't expect that at this time, he would actually talk to her about brother and sister... Should she tell him that he and Wen Jin are brothers from the same mother?

But Wen Jin probably didn't want to have anything to do with him. Yan Qing raised his hand to support his chin: "For the sake of being brothers from the same mother, write the edict as soon as possible. This palace can spare your life, otherwise you can only go to see the late emperor early."

Yan Chen's eyes were dark, and he didn't know whether he was afraid of being tortured, or his mind suddenly became bright. He struggled for a long time and said: "Give me the antidote first."