Ye Jiangxue turned her head stiffly, looked at the two people kneeling on the ground, stretched out her hands tremblingly, and looked at the slender jade fingers over and over again.

Not the original hand...

It's not the original bloody hands...

She is not Ye Jiangxue, not Ye Jiangxue who climbed out of hell...

No!

She is still Ye Jiangxue!

That's not a dream! That's hell! People there are devils!

Ye Jiangxue staggered, holding her head with both hands, shouting uncontrollably: "It's not me! It's not me! Ah——"

The sharp voice was mixed with fear, helplessness, panic, regret...many heart-wrenching emotions.

When the person kneeling on the ground saw her like this, he no longer cared about being afraid. The little eunuch quickly stood up and said to the palace maid: "Look after your highness, I will go and ask the prime minister to come!"

After saying that, he ran out in panic. Since the late emperor was seriously ill, in order to facilitate the handling of political affairs, Yan Junqing had his own bedroom in the palace. He would stay there until the new emperor ascended the throne.

He trotted all the way, bumped into several people, and fell down two or three times before he was finally able to close the door of Qingliang Hall.

"Master Prime Minister! Master Prime Minister! It's not good!" he yelled, before he could get out of the panic of being almost killed just now.

In the Qingliang Hall, Yan Junqing was discussing the details of tonight's funeral with the six imperial ministers. After hearing the sound, he looked up and saw Ye Jiangxue's personal attendant running in.

The young eunuch had disheveled hair and knelt directly in front of Yan Junqing, "Prime Minister, please go and see His Highness!"

Ye Jiangxue?

Yan Junqing was shocked: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

It was not only him who was surprised, but also the six imperial ministers present. You must know that they were all firmly opposed to Ye Jiangxue succeeding to the throne, and they were just hoping that Ye Jiangxue would do something quickly so that they could get what they wanted.

Pull her down from the throne!

"Your Highness, she..." the little eunuch gasped and opened his mouth, "Your Highness, she had a nightmare!"

Damn it - the six imperial ministers all rolled their eyes in their hearts. Nightmares are no big deal. Is this a big deal?

Only Yan Junqing caught a glimpse of the panicked look on the little eunuch's face and knew in his heart that something must have happened to Ye Jiangxue. This little eunuch was one of the confidants he arranged around Ye Jiangxue, and his ability to observe words and expressions was naturally not weak, in front of so many people.

In front of her, he would never say anything detrimental to Ye Jiangxue.

He frowned without leaving any trace, closed the memorial at hand, stood up and said: "I will go see His Highness, and you will work with the Minister of Rites to plan out what needs to be paid attention to tonight."

"Yes, Wei Chen accepts the order."

Leaving the six imperial ministers in the Qingliang Palace, Yan Junqing hurriedly walked to the Chaohuang Palace. Along the way, silver threads were blown by the wind, and his clothes and belts flew.

"...That's it. His Highness almost killed me after he woke up from his dream." The little eunuch recounted the scene that had just happened in detail. Even now, he could still clearly remember the blood-red look in Ye Jiangxue's eyes.

murderous look.

In fact, Ye Jiangxue was originally cold and cruel. She suddenly changed and no one could accept it. But now she has changed again...but she is not at the same level as before.

It's like someone used to hit you with a watermelon every day, and then the watermelon turned into cotton, and then the cotton turned into an iron ball in an instant - who can bear this transformation?

Yan Junqing pursed her thin lips. The hurried journey made his already unhealthy body feel a little uncomfortable. He coughed lightly and pushed open the door of Chaohuang Palace.
Chapter completed!