I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 717 - 270: Settling the Empress, Battling the Imperial Consort Again! Talking in sleep is a bad habit!_3

"Really?"

Yu Youhan didn’t comment further.

Without continuing to delve deeper, the topic abruptly shifted:

"By the way, after capturing Chu Heng, how do you plan to deal with him?"

Chen Mo replied flatly, "The necessary procedures must still be followed. Let’s wait until the Three Departments Joint Examination is over. Anyway, I have no intention of letting him leave alive."

Yu Youhan nodded, "Since it has come to this, there is no need to be concerned about much, although Wu Lie probably won’t sit idly by. After all, that is his own nephew..."

Chen Mo agreed deeply with this.

Back during the battle for succession between the two princes, the feud among brothers was extremely bloody and tragic.

Yet, even so, after Wu Lie ascended the throne, he did not harm Prince Yu, and even allowed him to remain in the Capital City as Prince Taiping.

From this, it can be seen that the current Holy Emperor still cherishes his reputation and is unwilling to bear the infamy of fratricide, so convicting Chu Heng is extremely difficult.

Therefore, from the beginning, he didn’t plan to take that route.

"Although he has been thrown into the Imperial Prison, it doesn’t mean it’s settled. If the Qilin Pavilion intervenes, the situation can’t be taken lightly."

"The case still needs to be investigated, at least to put on a good show, and then make a move when the right opportunity arises..."

Chen Mo’s eyes flickered.

Chu Heng must die, but he must die justifiably; otherwise, even if he can extricate himself, others might also get implicated.

"By the way, when I went to the Prince Yu Mansion to apprehend him, I encountered something strange."

Chen Mo recounted the events he experienced at the mansion in detail.

Upon hearing this, Yu Youhan furrowed her brows, "Are you saying that Prince Yu disappeared?"

"Exactly."

"This time when I went to arrest someone, my target was solely Chu Heng and had nothing to do with Prince Yu, so there was no need for him to hide..."

Chen Mo pondered, "Unless he feared I might discover something, and Chu Heng’s practice of the evil technique might also be related to Prince Yu."

In Prince Yu’s "room," he smelled an odor very similar to that of the secret chamber.

Bloody, damp, carrying a hint of decay.

The only difference was that the evil qi wasn’t as strong.

Yu Youhan remarked, "Now that I think about it, I once sent someone to the Ritual Supervision to look into Wu Lie’s Diary. After he fell ill, the records afterward were blank..."

"And regarding Prince Yu, there wasn’t even half a word recorded."

"In other words, when it comes time for regime change, future generations relying solely on historical books might not even know of this prince’s existence."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo’s heart involuntarily jumped.

The Great Yuan has a well-established historical recording system, appointing Diary Officials to stay by the emperor’s side at all times, recording his words, governance, rituals, travels, and even details like diet and clothing must be included.

The saying "The ruler’s every act is recorded, avoiding nothing" embodies this.

Principally, the Diary is prohibited from imperial and unauthorized perusal and should be sealed and transferred to the historical archives, eventually compiled into the "National History."

Yet since the Empress’s people could infiltrate it, it seems the regulations aren’t so stringent, making it easier for Wu Lie to erase any trace.

But why was even Prince Yu’s content erased along with it?

"Shortly after the Emperor fell ill, Prince Yu inexplicably contracted a severe illness."

"Is there a connection between the two?"

"The red scales on Chu Heng, the shackles binding Prince Yu... there’s an indescribable bizarreness to this Great Yuan Imperial Family."

Chen Mo fell into deep thought, his hands subconsciously disassembling things, entirely unaware of Yu Youhan’s increasingly rapid breathing.

In the instant the red ribbon slipped off, Yu Youhan fought back her agitation, flipped over, and pinned Chen Mo beneath her.

"Empress?"

Chen Mo snapped back to reality, only to see her straddling his waist, aqua green eyes glimmering with a dreamy light.

"You dog-like lackey, how dare you strike me? It’s sheer defiance of the heavens!"

"Huh?"

"I don’t care; I must strike back!"

"Huh??"

Chen Mo hadn’t expected the Empress to burn the bridge after crossing it, discarding him once the rope was untied.

He was just about to justify himself when he saw Yu Youhan wave her hand lightly, and suddenly her clothes fell away, revealing a robust physique.

"If you want to fight, fight. Why are you undressing me? Besides, the Empress is right next door. What if we wake her?"

"Then I’ll take care of her too!"

"..."

...

...

The next morning.

The Empress opened her bleary eyes.

Bright sunlight streamed through the brocade curtains, spilling across the bed.

She propped herself up with both hands, leaning against the headboard, her head throbbing with pain.

As her consciousness gradually sobered, last night’s memories became increasingly fuzzy. She vaguely remembered going to the Changning Pavilion to "snatch someone," drinking a cup of strong liquor, and then returning to the Yangxin Palace with Chen Mo...

After that, there were only disjointed fragments left.

Their images were bizarre and too absurd, making it difficult for her to determine whether they were reality or a dream.

"Drinking indeed leads to trouble. I wonder what time it is now?" the Empress murmured to herself, rubbing her temples.

"A quarter past 9 a.m., you’ve already missed the morning court." A lazy voice suddenly rang out.

?!

The Empress pulled back the curtains and saw Chu Yanli sitting by the window, legs crossed, yawning out of boredom.

"When did you arrive?" the Empress asked with a frown.

"I arrived at 5 a.m. You were sleeping too deeply, impossible to wake," Chu Yanli replied helplessly.

The Empress threw off the covers, stood up, revealing her elegant figure.

She reached for the gauze dress on the clothing rack, casually asking, "Did you see anyone else when you came in?"

"No, didn’t even see a Palace Attendant," Chu Yanli shook her head.

The Empress secretly breathed a sigh of relief, yet at the same time found it strange. Could it be that everything last night really was just a dream?

But this dream was too real.

"Though you were talking in your sleep, it sounded kind of strange," Chu Yanli said.

"What did I say?" the Empress asked in confusion.

"Something like capturing Yu Youhan and having a sore butt..." Chu Yanli said curiously, "And, who is the little thief you mentioned? Why would he take turns spanking you and Yu Youhan?"

The Empress: ∑(O_O;)?!