Chapter 589 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (8)

When His Majesty mentioned An Shijun, there was clearly cold disgust in his eyes, and there was no trace of affection except for ridicule.

It's true disgust.

From this point on, Li Fu probably understood.

This Shijun An is just an abandoned son. Maybe His Majesty's favor for him before was also fake. For example, in order to stabilize the power of Prime Minister An's party, and then find the right opportunity to uproot them——

Eunuch Li could not help but feel admiration and deep fear for Fu Yue in his heart.

He thought secretly: The emperor is really ruthless.

After all, he was the one he had loved in the palm of his hand, yet His Majesty turned against him as soon as he said he wanted to, and rejected him as soon as he said he disliked her, showing no trace of mercy.

This old eunuch also has a really big brain.

Fu Yue could figure out so many things with just one look.

…

As for Fu Yue on the other side.

She stayed in the royal study, sitting on the cold throne, writing down names one after another on the paper, some of the names were crossed out, and some were circled.

With one stroke, the fate of a family can be decided.

Relying on his golden finger of knowing the plot, Fu Yue memorized the names of all the courtiers who betrayed Ji Lan in his previous life, thinking about finding some excuse to kill a few of them and exile a few more in the next two days.

Anyway, anyone who threatens her throne must die.

I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go.

The corners of the empress's crimson lips were slightly curved, and her brows were as cold as if they were dipped in a layer of ice and snow. She lowered her eyes and looked at her long, snow-white fingers, as if they were not stained by any dirt.

Fu Yue lowered her eyelashes slightly.

She turns out to be a benevolent person, but she doesn't want to do some things. Hehe...she is not a good person.

These clean hands will be stained with blood sooner or later.

There was a little eunuch outside who bent over and trotted in respectfully, "I'm here to see your majesty. Lao Fengjun invites you to go to Cining Palace. He said that he has something to discuss with you."

To be honest, when she heard the words Lao Fengjun, Fu Yue paused for three seconds, unable to realize who this person was.

Her, her father?

The empress's peach-like lips twitched fiercely, and she waved her hands casually to indicate that she understood, "You go down first and report to your father. I will go back to Cining Palace for dinner tonight. Is there any memorial now? Approved."

The little eunuch retired respectfully.

Fu Yue tried hard to recall what her father was like in his original form, but unfortunately, this man was just a background in the original plot.

She really didn't think about it.

"..."

When I went to Cining Palace for dinner in the evening.

Fu Yue finally saw what her biological father looked like in this body. She was a little relieved when she saw that this man looked normal and not like the delicate and frail men among ordinary female heroes.

She didn't want to call him daddy in front of a man wearing heavy makeup and pretentiousness.

This is so jarring.

The picture is too beautiful, I dare not look at it.

Ji Lan's father is a man with an extremely outstanding appearance. Her original beauty was inherited from her father. Even though he is slightly older, he still retains his former grace. His temperament is gentle, and the few fine lines at the corners of his eyes symbolize the passage of time. trace.

When Chu Ning saw her daughter arriving, her eyes became more loving, "Lan'er is here, sit down quickly, dinner is ready."

Fu Yue nodded.

After dinner, Chu Ning wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief and spoke tentatively, "Lan'er, my father knows that you don't like Xian'er, but he is your husband after all..."