Chapter 110 The Little Scholar Always Cries (34)
Cuihuan's sweet and charming voice soon rang out in Sang Tian's bedroom, accompanied by Mo Chen's low growl.
Sang Tian squatted in the corner holding Tiao Tiao and listened.
"Tiaotiao, why does Cuihuan's cry sound like a hen laying eggs? It's so unpleasant."
Tiao Tiao was amused by Sang Tian's words, "I think Mo Chen's cry is also unpleasant, like a drake."
A cat and a man were quietly discussing the passionate calls in the house in the corner.
On the morning of the next day, the sound of Mo Chen smashing things and Cui Huan's screams could be heard from Sang Tian's palace.
Mo Chen exuded a violent and brutal aura as he sat on the bed and stared at the woman who was kneeling on the ground with red marks all over her body.
"You bastard, you dare to use tricks to climb onto the dragon bed! I will beat you to death!"
Mo Chen stood up, walked over and slapped Cuihuan on the face with such force that one side of Cuihuan's face instantly became red and swollen, and blood came out of the corner of her mouth.
Cuihuan cried and climbed up, clasping her hands together and begging for mercy, "Your Majesty, please spare my life! I know I was wrong!"
Mo Chen held his forehead and felt sick when he thought about how he had been intimate with a lowly maid last night.
"Someone! Drag this bitch out and beat her to death with sticks!"
"Your Majesty, please spare my life!"
Cuihuan's screams echoed throughout the palace.
The news that a palace maid had seduced the emperor and was executed quickly spread throughout the capital. When Tan Ling'er found out, she went crazy and smashed things in her palace.
It is said that Tan Linger and Mo Chen are a match made in heaven. Their behavior of smashing things at any time is exactly the same.
She asked Cuihuan, the slave, to find a way to kill Sang Tian and Mo Chen, but she didn't expect that she would actually climb into Mo Chen's bed and lose her own life.
All the letters Cuihuan wrote to Mo Chen before were instigated by her, in order to let Mo Chen know that Sang Tian still loved him so that even if the plan failed later, she could still use Sang Tian's life to threaten Mo Chen.
Now Cuihuan’s death has disrupted all her plans.
She sat on the chaise longue and waved, and immediately a palace maid came forward tremblingly and knelt before her.
Tan Linger picked up a letter on the table and handed it over, "Send it to the palace, the sooner the better!"
At this moment in the palace.
Mo Yu looked at the stunning woman in front of him with a trace of amazement and obsession in his eyes. He bowed respectfully and said, "Your Highness, your humble abode is honored to be here!"
Sang Tian smiled and replied, "I was just joking with the prince. I agree to cooperate with you, but I have a request."
"Just tell me what you want, Madam Concubine."
Sang Tian said nothing but placed the written note opposite Mo Yu.
Mo Yu picked up the note and chuckled, "It's just a small matter, why bother the queen to come here in person."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
When Sang Tian left, Mo Yu specially took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the Yu Palace and gave it to her. Sang Tian had heard that the food in the Yu Palace was famous for its goodness, so she did not refuse.
"Host, how come I don't know when this Mo contacted you!"
Tiao Tiao turned into a boy and followed Sang Tian, eating the osmanthus cake given by Mo Chen.
Sang Tian glanced at the bustling streets. "Just last night when Mo Chen and Cui Huan were making love, Mo Yu heard the news and sent a letter to me, saying that he wanted to cooperate with me. He wanted the throne and I wanted to make Mo Chen lose everything."
Sang Tian turned around and looked at the cold and lonely palace and continued, "If I give him this opportunity and he can't seize it, then he can only be a discarded chess piece and be thrown away by me. Whether he survives or not depends entirely on his own ability."
The eater's movements became slower. Sang Tian was indeed a terrifying woman. It would be better for it to be careful in the future.
Sang Tian finally left the palace and didn't want to go back so early.
When the two walked to a teahouse, Sang Tian suddenly saw two familiar figures.
Duan Yunyi and Sang Ting were sitting on the second floor drinking tea and chatting. Sang Ting looked at Duan Yunyi with more affection than she looked at her, her own daughter.
Perhaps it was because Sang Tian's gaze was too hot, Duan Yunyi lowered his eyes and looked towards her.