After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The night is getting darker.

The wet nurse came over with the little prince in her arms and said worriedly: "Mother, your highness is crying so much that I can't comfort you. What do you think should be done..."

The child, who was only two and a half years old, seemed to know that the storm was coming, and cried like a child.

Nan Yan glanced at him lightly.

She pinched Gu Shanhe's cheek and said in a cool voice: "If it comes true, you will sit in that position. If you cry like this, how will you scare all the officials in the future?"

The child didn't understand, and her face hurt when she grabbed her, and she couldn't help but cry even more miserably.

Nan Yan was immediately fed up: "Take him to the side hall."

The wet nurse was surprised: "But His Highness is crying like this..."

Nan Yan was impatient: "Get out."

It's not the meat that fell out of her belly. What should she feel bad about?

The wet nurse had no choice but to go down with the baby in her arms.

Nan Yan picked up the cool tea cup and was about to take a sip when the sound of heavy military boots came from outside the hall.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

If it was An Yihuai who came in...

Then in her life, she would live in splendor and splendor, with a high bed and soft pillows, and would be above all others.

If it was Gu Chongshan who came in...

Life and death, only tonight!

Nan Yan closed his eyes, then forced himself to calm down, and slowly raised his eyes.

Thousands of lamps in the palace are as bright as day.

The unfamiliar deputy general, wearing black armor, came in with his troops and looked at her coldly.

Nan Yan's hanging heart gradually fell into the abyss.

She took a deep breath, slowly lowered her red apricot eyes, maintaining the dignity and nobility of the imperial concubine, and took a leisurely sip of tea.

The black-armored deputy general said sternly: "Concubine Nan conspired with powerful officials to plot rebellion. She faked a pregnancy to compete for favors and confuse the emperor's heirs. Take her down and throw her into prison immediately!"

The soldiers responded.

Nan Yan suddenly threw the tea cup in his hand heavily.

She stood up and said with an imposing manner: "The late emperor's body is still cold, the case has not yet been tried, and I am still a noble concubine. Who dares to touch me?!"

"I dare."

A cool and quiet voice came slowly.

The black-armored army moved out of the way, and Gu Chongshan walked in step by step, twisting his ebony beads.

He stared at Nan Yan expressionlessly: "Lock him up."

Nan Yan's eyes became redder.

She knew she had failed, completely.

Not wanting to be dragged out by the soldiers without dignity, she took the initiative to walk down the steps.

When passing by Gu Chongshan, she whispered: "But Nan Baoyi reminded you?"

Gu Chongshan ignored her.

Nan Yan laughed strangely: "I knew it was her..."

Her tone was surprisingly calm, and there was no hint of emotion or sorrow.

She was quickly surrounded by two black-armored soldiers and escorted out of the imperial concubine's palace.

Stepping out of the palace threshold, she stood under the palace eaves and took a deep look at the vast night sky.

The past flashed through my mind like a fleeting glimpse, the childish fighting scenes in Jinguan City, the blood and tears in the palace in Shengjing City, her insignificance and helplessness in Chang'an...

Now that she thinks about it carefully, the happiest time in her life was actually the time when she lived in Jinguan City as a child.

Both parents were there at that time, and her mother liked to dress her up cutely and delicately. Her father often secretly stuffed her with pieces of silver and asked her to buy candy cakes on the street. Her brother at that time also loved her very much.

And then...

During this time in his harem.

She was beautiful, charming, and quite talented. She had many admirers under her pomegranate skirt, but Gu Yu seemed to be the only one who treated her sincerely.

It's a bit cold tonight.

Nan Yan stared at the night sky filled with stars, and slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the starlight.

However, the starlight is far away and ultimately unavailable.

She let out a gentle breath and stood quietly for a moment before walking towards the Tianlao.

When Nan Baoyi hurried over, Nan Yan had already been taken away.

The imperial concubine's palace was completely turned over. The deputy general of the Black Armored Army picked up the crying Gu Shanhe and tried to throw him to death——

"Slow down, slow down!"

Nan Baoyi was horrified and quickly shouted to stop him.

The black-armored deputy general looked at Gu Chongshan hesitantly.

Nan Baoyi stepped forward bravely: "Prince Regent, it's not that I'm meddling in other people's business. It's true that this kid is innocent, and he didn't take the initiative to pretend to be the emperor's heir. He's still young and doesn't understand anything."

She is not from the battlefield.

She was also the mother of two children, and she really couldn't help but watch the children being beaten to death in front of her.

What's more, when they first met, the child treated her as an aunt and gave her bean cakes obediently.

Gu Chongshan said expressionlessly: "Cut the grass and get rid of the root."

"This root is not Nan Yan's. It's clearly a child she stole from somewhere else!" Nan Baoyi racked her brains, "You just said you would reward me after solving all the problems. I don't want anything. You just gave me a reward." Give me this child."

Gu Chongshan glanced at her.

After a while, he reluctantly let go: "This child was involved in the internal fighting in the palace and should be killed according to the law. Since you begged for mercy, I will spare his life. However, he has to be dethroned as a slave."

He has a gloomy and withdrawn temperament, and will do nothing if he doesn't take action. Once he does, he will be decisive and ruthless, and will never give anyone a chance to breathe.

Being willing to give in so far is already giving Nan Baoyi face.

Nan Baoyi couldn't say anything else.

But she thought in her heart, whether she is a slave or not, she can just take this child back with her when she returns to Chang'an. Who cares whether he is a slave or not.

She hesitated again and said: "Then Nan Yan..."

Gu Chongshan said calmly: "Do you want to plead for her?"

Nan Baoyi felt a lot of emotions in her heart.

Although she and Nan Yan are blood sisters, they have been fighting for many years and have hated each other for many years. It is really difficult for her to plead for Nan Yan.

Just watching her die like this, somehow, she felt a little desolate in her heart.

Seeing the melancholy on her little face, Gu Chongshan said seriously: "My brother's body was still cold, but Nan Yan instigated the imperial guards to launch a palace coup. She is a criminal in the Northern Wei Dynasty. If she doesn't die, the people will not be angry."

Nan Baoyi bit her lip.

After a moment, she whispered: "Can you save the last bit of dignity for her?"

Gu Chongshan nodded: "For Gu Yu's sake, I will not humiliate her."

…

Heavenly prison.

The night is as cold as water.

Nan Yan sat on his knees on the ground, with poisonous wine, a dagger and Bai Ling placed on the low table in front of him.

She lowered her head and took out a sprig of golden camellia from her sleeve.

The ones picked at dusk are now somewhat withered.

When she first came to the Northern Wei Dynasty, the first gift Gu Yu gave her was a golden camellia plant. He said it was the national flower of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he loved its pride and stubbornness in full bloom.

He said that she is like a camellia, she will never give in and will always be in full bloom.

Nan Yan gently stroked the golden camellia, and her almond-shaped eyes, which were always full of calculations, gradually revealed a different kind of tenderness.

She slowly took off her beaded hairpin and let her long crow-green hair fall to the ground. After combing it neatly with her fingers, she picked up the sprig of golden camellia and rolled up her hair little by little.

Dressed up properly, she held up the piece of white silk.

She hummed a song from Shu and threw Bai Ling onto the beam.

As the low desk was kicked over, starlight shone in from the iron window.

The starlight was as clear as water, just like his warm and clean eyes in the past.

"Gu Yu..."

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Good night

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