The night is like ink and the stars are sparse.
In the court of Jingguo, the lights are brightly lit, but it is difficult to hide the depression and heaviness.
The resplendent palace is particularly mysterious in the night, as if hiding countless unknown secrets.
Yan Weizhao returned to his bedroom, threw the crown on his head to the ground and sat angrily on the soft couch. Recalling the scene that was suppressed by Lan Wang and Huang Shenyue in the daytime, she felt an indescribable anger.
Xiao Cui, the personal maid, knelt on the ground carefully and bowed her head and dared not speak.
She knew that at this time, the nine imperial daughters were on the verge of rage, and a little carelessness would lead to fire.
"That Huang Shenyue, who must be the King of Lan, dares to openly provoke this temple. It is simply reckless!" YanWeiZhao snapped, eyes flashing with cold light. Her voice echoed in the empty bedroom, full of anger and unwillingness.
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came, breaking the tranquility of the bedroom. A maid-in-waiting hurried into the bedroom and knelt down in a panic: "Your Highness, it's not good! His Royal Highness King Lan has just ordered that the beggar you bullied today be taken to the palace, and Huang Shenyue has also been summoned! "
The words sound just fell and Yan Weizhao's face instantly became livid. She stood up suddenly, with a cruel look in her eyes: "Is the King of Lan going to openly oppose me? And that Huang Shenyue, what does he want? "
She knew in her heart that Lan Wang's move was undoubtedly beating her, and Huang Shenyue became a sword in Lan Wang's hand, pointing to her weakness. She can't just sit back and watch. She must find a way to fight back.
"Xiaocui, prepare the horse!" Yan Weizhao commanded, then put on his coat and left the bedroom in a hurry.
Her figure is getting colder and colder in the night, like a tiger about to come out, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.
At the same time, in another corner of the court, Huang Shenyue was also having a secret talk with the king of Lan. His face is not indifferent in the daytime, but more dignified and thoughtful.
"His royal highness, the king of LAN, today's move, I'm afraid it has caused the fear of nine imperial women. I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to act in the DPRK in the future. " Huang Shenyue said slowly, with a trace of worry in her voice.
Lan Wang Weiwei smiled, and his eyes flashed with admiration: "Don't worry, Mr. Huang, today's move is our own discretion. You just need to work in the DPRK with peace of mind, and the rest will be taken care of by your own king. "
Huang Shen-yue was grateful when he heard this.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the lights in the court are still bright.
A contest between power and hatred is quietly unfolding.