The old Queen Mother is fifty-three years old this year. She cannot be said to be old, but her hair has turned a lot white overnight. At this moment, she is bursting with tears and looking sad. She suddenly points to the figure standing in a daze not far away in a brown dragon robe: "Emperor, please give me your grandson."

Son!"

Dressed in white, Ji Yaoyue's complexion has become clearer and her appearance more beautiful for some unknown reason recently, and her every move shows an indescribable nobility. This stunning beauty has always been a widow.

Before she finished speaking, she stopped because the princess's eyes were as cold as knives.

Ji Chunjiu breathed a sigh of relief: "I have political matters to deal with, so I'm going to resign!"

"Jiang Yuqing is loyal? Haha..."

Ji Yaoyue stood up suddenly, with a complicated look on her face, and murmured: "He doesn't know the horrors of all the sects in the world. I'm afraid he will become complacent this time, and the danger will be even greater than before!"

As he said that, he looked towards the direction of the imperial city.

Jian Palace immediately reported: "Two princes died this morning! This is the 172nd prince who has died in infancy in the past two years, including Your Majesty, King Wu and the other twenty-one princes!"

There was a smile on the corner of Ji Yaoyue's mouth, a smile that no one could understand, and her sharp nails scratched the desk, leaving a dragon-shaped scratch.
Chapter completed!