Chapter 282 Time Problem

On the fifth day of May, Xia Guo changed the year name to Su Yuan. Before that, he had been using Dingzong. It was understandable to change the year number. However, Su Yuan's year was not forced by Xia Wuchen to discuss with anyone. No one knows why Xia Wuchen insisted like that. Although it encountered a lot of opposition from the royal family and the court, the voice of opposition finally disappeared after Xia Wuchen killed three opposing officials and exiled two royal relatives.

After that, Xia Wuchen recalled the members of the exiled Yi family one after another, which made Yi Chuguan, the empress dowager, feel very puzzled. She would never think that her family returned to the court because of Xia Wuchen's conscience. When she learned from Jiuming that Murong Lingyue had returned to Linyun, goose bumps appeared all over Yi Chuwan, because from Jiuming's words, Murong Lingyue was ready to let King Xia ascend the throne. But everyone knows that Murong Lingyue and Xia Wuchen are standing together. In this case, why should she support King Xia?

Looking back a few years ago, Murong Lingyue secretly supported King Kang's rumors, but unfortunately, Emperor Xia suddenly died at that time, and Murong Lingyue, as the president of the Supervision Institute, also suddenly disappeared, so that Xia Wuchen finally took the throne. So now, is this also a conspiracy?

In the Queen's Hall, the white veil floats gently with the breeze. Is it lucky or tragic to become the empress dowager in her twenties? Yi Chuguan often thinks about this question, but there is no answer.

"Empress dowager..." Xia Wuchen dressed in a dark yellow costume and slowly walked into the Empress Dowager's Hall, but did not salute. "Do you think it's okay for me to change my name to Su Yuan?"

Yi Chuguan leaned on the chair and opened his eyes slightly. Although Xia Wuchen respected her as the empress dowager, he never made a visit. The relationship between the two seemed to be a stranger: "Emperor, since it has changed, why do you come to ask the mourning family?"

"I just want to hear what the Empress Dowager means. Does Su Yuan's name sound good?" Xia Wuchen frowned slightly, as if he was meditating, and as if the question was just asked casually and did not expect an answer.

"I don't know, it doesn't matter whether it sounds good or bad." Yi Chuguan said quietly, "My family is thinking, why are you so persistent? Don't hesitate to kill court officials and royal relatives?"

Xia Wuchen suddenly smiled and was indeed cold: "If you don't kill or not, there will always be someone to die."

"Why, the once gentle and kind seventh prince is now so cruel?" Yi Chu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I'm afraid even King Kang is not as cruel as you."

"Are you cruel? If I'm cruel, I should cut it up and feed it to the dog.

Yi Chuguan's shoulder trembled: "He is your brother."

"It's because he is my younger brother that I didn't do that, so I can tolerate King Kang's different intentions, so now I just killed a few irrelevant ministers and royal relatives. How can I be considered cruel?" Xia Wuchen smiled and said, "However, there will probably be many people who will bleed next, but the Empress Dowager can rest assured that this blood will never come from Yi."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Yi Chuguan's tone was a little stiff.

"What do you want to do? Ah... I don't know. Maybe I want to abandon something." Xia Wuchen turned around and said quietly, "Yes, abandon it."

Abandoned? What do you want to abandon? What can you abandon? Yi Chuguan silently recalled Xia Wuchen's last two words in his heart. She believed that Xia Wuchen did not say these two words casually, because when she was meticulous, she was told that no matter what kind of words anyone said, they were meaningful, even if it was a lie, it was meaningful. It's just that she still doesn't know what Xia Wuchen's so-called abandonment means.

In King Kang's Mansion, a woman stood under a tree and quietly looked at the blue sky. If you pay careful attention, you will find that the woman is somewhat similar to Murong Lingyue, but I don't know why the woman's eyes are not bright.

"This will hurt your eyes." Xia Kang patted the woman on the shoulder gently and said softly, "Let's go into the house."

"I can't see it." The woman's voice was like a clear spring, cold and cold, "Why can't you still see it?"

"Yan'er, don't look at it anymore. Go into the room." Xia Kang helped the woman named Yan'er and walked slowly towards the house.

"What about her?"

"Don't ask repetitive questions." Xia Kang's tone was a little angry, "Don't mention her again."

"I know, my sister was killed by you." Yan'er's voice could not hear any emotion, and she sighed slightly for a long time, "Actually, you don't have to kill your sister."

"I have to kill her." Xia Kang helped Yan'er to the bedside.

"The emperor forced you, didn't he?"

"Hmm." Xia Kang nodded, "Don't talk about such a heavy topic. I will ask the imperial doctor to look into your eyes tomorrow."

"Well, okay." Yan'er gently snuggled in Xia Kang's arms, "Actually, the shadow doesn't need to be seen."

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, if she comes back, you can kill me."

"I won't kill you." Xia Kang said, "Even if she comes back, what does that mean? There is no me in her heart.

"Why?" Yan'er asked, "Even if she doesn't have you in her heart, there is still a way to get it."

"What's the use if you can't get the heart?" Xia Kang was a little frustrated and looked down at the woman snuggling in his arms. Many times he hoped that the woman snuggling in his arms was the woman galloping in the cold wind. However, he knew that it would never happen.

"My lord, there is a woman asking for a meeting." The family reported outside the door.

"Woman?" Xia Kang was stunned and stopped talking.

The man standing at the door thought for a moment and reported: "Your Majesty, do you... see or not?"

"What kind of woman?" Xia Kang asked.

"Tell back to the prince, the woman didn't say anything, but... she was followed by an extremely handsome teenager."

Half an hour later, Xia Kang stood in the hall in purple clothes. Opposite him stood a woman in a dark cyan robe. The woman's blue silk was high and her face was indescribably pale. Behind the woman stood a handsome teenager, whose eyes were as deep and cold as a lake.

"You are back."

"Yes, I'm back." Ling Yue smiled faintly and looked around the hall, "It seems that you are doing well."

"It's not good." Xia Kang slowly spit out two words, and then approached Ling Yue, "Why did you suddenly disappear two years ago?"

"What do you think?"

"I asked you because I didn't know." Xia Kang said, "Is it his intention to come back this time?"

Ling Yue shook her head and then said, "Come back, it's my own meaning."

"Oh?" Xia Kang was a little surprised and said, "I thought it was his intention that you disappeared. Did you also mean that you came back this time? Since you are willing to come back, what is it for?

"What do you think?" Ling Yue asked, "What do you think I came back for this time?"

"For the sake of power."

Ling Yue raised the corners of her mouth and raised her chin slightly: "I haven't seen you for two years, and you have learned to look at people's thoughts."

"I knew you longed for power from the first sight I saw you." Xia Kang stretched out his right hand and gently stroked Ling Yue's cheek. "I still remember that your eyes when you stood in the Rosefinch Hall were full of disdain for me and desire for power."

"There is a little disdain for you, as for the desire for power... Ha ha..." Ling Yue suddenly laughed, "Actually, aren't you?"

"Each other."

"I'm here today to tell the prince something." Ling Yue gently pushed Xia Kang's hand away and said quietly, "The original promise has not changed. I will let you ascend the throne."

"Oh? But why did I hear that you were going to let King Xia ascend the throne?

"The mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind." Ling Yue said slowly, "King Xia is a mantis, and you are a yellow finch. Isn't it good?"

"In your opinion, isn't the emperor a cicada?"

"He is not a cicada."

Since it's not a cicada? So what is it? Xia Kang glanced at Liu Ye, sighed in his heart, and remembered what Jing Wuying said. At this moment, the most terrible person in the world was not Jiang Mozhu or Murong Lingyue, but the Liu Ye behind Murong Lingyue. No matter who moves the idea of killing Murong Lingyue, he will definitely be killed by Liu Ye, which is an indisputable fact. I'm afraid that Murong Lingyue, who did not dare to use any martial arts at the beginning, was not because of her identity as the president of the supervisory institute, but because she was afraid of the existence of the night. In other words, if you want to kill Murong Lingyue, you must first kill Liu Ye, but looking at the world, who can kill Liu Ye?

What's more difficult is that Liuye is a palace man, so beauty doesn't work for him. And power, now Liuye's martial arts have long been able to command the whole world, and how can it care about the charity given by the imperial power? In terms of feelings, everyone knows that he is only loyal to Ling Yue, so this is a dead end. At least so far, Liuye has no weakness.

"No dust is... the luckiest person." Ling Yue said with a smile, "Well, are you willing to fulfill your original promise? I will give you the whole world."

"Do you think I can't get the whole world without you?"

"Without me, maybe you can climb the dragon chair of Xia, but you can't control the whole world. Jiang Mozhu can't deal with it."

"Let me think about this matter."

"Okay, three days later at noon, I will wait for you in Centennial Residence."

Leaving King Kang's mansion, Ling Yue's relaxed expression became extremely solemn. The crowd on the street was bustling, and Ling Yue walked slowly, thinking about the scenes just at King Kang's Mansion. She thought Xia Kang would be the same as two years ago, but now it seems that she is wrong. In just two years, Xia Kang has become more sophisticated or can be called a hero. Maybe it's still a long way from Xiaoxiong, but it's just a matter of time.