Chapter 818: Chapter 487: I’ll Agree to Any of Your Conditions! (Part 3)
The most important thing is, she has no concrete evidence, everything is mere speculation, but this does not prevent her from wanting to use it to threaten Chen Yuan.
If both sides have leverage over each other, then mutual restraint can be established, and Chen Yuan can no longer threaten them over Consort Shu’s death.
And now, what she has to do is to lure Chen Yuan into admitting this matter.
“Previously, you wanted to take the palace’s prohibition order, and soon after, there was turmoil in the harem, according to the Imperial Guard’s account, on the day of the ancestor worship ceremony,
there was indeed a stranger holding a harem prohibition order who entered inside. Who is this person…. is it still necessary to say?”
“This is just the consort’s speculation, who would believe it if spoken out?”
“Is it? Then why did you hastily leave the Capital after the uproar during the ancestor worship? If this matter… is connected to the above matter,
do you think others would believe it?”
Noble Consort Yang gazed at Chen Yuan intently, speaking in a firm voice.
Chen Yuan’s heart sank, his lowered head revealing a fierce intent. He hadn’t expected this woman to have some cleverness, her connections remarkably accurate. Then, he stepped forward, suddenly grasping her neck under Noble Consort Yang’s incredulous gaze, and said indifferently:
“So? Does the consort want to use this to threaten me?”
“You…. outrageous, Chen Yuan let go of me, or else, I will surely…” Before Noble Consort Yang could finish her threat, Chen Yuan slapped her face directly, looking down on her:
“Surely what?”
“You… you dare hit me?”
“Noble Consort, you must understand something, you and I are not equals. To think you can threaten me, that’s where your calculations fail.” Chen Yuan’s lips curled into a cold smile, his mind moving:
“Senior, do it.”
“Amitabha!”
The subtle Buddhist chant emanated from Chen Yuan, enveloping Noble Consort Yang, whose face showed panic, as if seeing something unbelievable.
This was one of Chen Yuan’s contingency plans. If Noble Consort Yang behaved herself, all would be well, but if she really discovered something,
then some means must be used on her.
Directly altering memories is not advisable, too easy to detect, but Moluo, having origins in the Buddhist sect, possessed a method to transform a person’s belief.
Chen Yuan had inquired before, gradually influencing Noble Consort Yang’s spirit, gradually causing her heart to develop submission towards Chen Yuan, and once solidified,
it would be impossible to dispel. Her cultivation being poor, she lacked the ability to resist this influence.
The Buddha Light gradually dissipated, and Noble Consort Yang suddenly opened her eyes, staring at Chen Yuan:
“Chen Yuan…. what have you done to me?”
A warm smile appeared on Chen Yuan’s face as he gently helped Noble Consort Yang up, then dusted off the dirt on her bottom, causing her to stiffen, but for some reason, she did not erupt in anger, and a strange sense of comfort filled her heart.
She simply stared blankly at Chen Yuan.
“What could I possibly do to the consort? It’s just that I hope you and I do not become enemies. Consort, there is one thing you must understand, regardless of whether I am involved in the previous harem disturbance or not, it must not be related!
Do you… understand?”
“You and I are now on the same line. If I am suspected, should the consort be exempted? I’m afraid the emperor would first dispose of the consort.”
Chen Yuan’s gentle voice sounded in Noble Consort Yang’s ear, causing her to tremble.
“How about it, does your face still hurt?”
Chen Yuan thoughtfully placed his hand back on, and it must be said, although Noble Consort Yang was a bit older, her skin remained tender, not as vibrant as a young woman in her prime, but with an inexplicable charm.
However, Chen Yuan actually did not like unripe apples….
“You…. let go.”
Noble Consort Yang swallowed her saliva, speaking as she gazed at Chen Yuan.
With her temperament, she would have scolded him long ago, but at this moment she could not raise her hand, only speaking to have Chen Yuan remove his own hand.
Chen Yuan smiled, an extreme indifference flashing deep in his eyes, slowly saying:
“Chen is always respectful of a subject’s duties, how would I dare to be rude to the consort?”
“You….”
“Alright, give me the harem’s prohibition order.”
Chen Yuan’s voice was like a breeze blowing in spring, preventing Noble Consort Yang from raising any resistance. She placed the prohibition order back into Chen Yuan’s hand from her sleeve.
“Chen has one more thing to ask the consort.”
“What do you want to ask?”
“Why has Sima Ke come to see me several times, what secret is in this?”
Chen Yuan stared at Noble Consort Yang and asked.
“I… I don’t know why Ke’er would seek you.”
Noble Consort Yang said in a low voice.
Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. Could there be something he doesn’t know?
“If so, then there’s no problem, consort may continue her blessings.”
After confirming Noble Consort Yang had no problems, Chen Yuan turned to leave.
But from behind suddenly came Noble Consort Yang’s voice:
“Wait… wait a moment.”
“Does the consort have anything else?”
Chen Yuan turned his head.
Noble Consort Yang took a deep breath, speaking solemnly:
“Help Ke’er.”
“Why? Sima Ke previously regarded me as an enemy, why should I help someone useless to me? Consort, give me a reason.”
“You said it yourself, we mother and son are now on the same line with you. If we lose power, you won’t benefit either, but if Ke’er becomes Crown Prince, you can gain great benefits. I can see you are an ambitious person, do you not desire power over the court?”
Noble Consort Yang gazed at Chen Yuan and asked.
And Chen Yuan was somewhat thoughtful. If before, he indeed had the ambition for power over the court, but since knowing his identity and understanding the Sima Family was not simple, he wanted dominion over a part.
However…. if he could place some measures, it doesn’t seem bad.
“As long as you can help Ke’er ascend to the position of Crown Prince, I… I will agree to any condition of yours!”
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