When Ming Qi rushed into the imperial study, Gu Yihan was practicing calligraphy with Concubine Qiao.

He saw that Concubine Qiao was lying beside the table.

Xu Zhi was afraid that her long hair would be stained with ink, so Gu Yihan gathered her long hair with his hand and held it in his hand.

While instructing her to write, he silently took care of her.

At this moment, Ming Qi felt that Gu Yihan was not without emotion.

He loves Concubine Qiao Gui and dotes on Gu Nuoer.

The three of them are a family.

In contrast, Ming Qi felt that his situation was even more ridiculous and sad.

The Guards angrily reprimanded: "Don't trespass into the imperial study!"

Gu Yihan turned his head, and his dark eyes glanced at Ming Qi coldly.

I saw his face full of pain and anger.

Gu Yihan squinted his eyes, he waved his hand, and signaled the Guards to retreat.

Concubine Qiao's beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

Gu Yihan lowered his head and said to her: "You go back first, I will deal with something."

Concubine Qiao put down her pen and was about to leave.

Ming Qi said, "Why don't you let the noble concubine stay, and let her hear about the troubles I have encountered."

"Do you think it's okay, Father?" Ming Qi shouted out the last two words.

Concubine Qiao was shocked, she looked at Gu Yihan: "What?"

Gu Yihan's complexion was covered with clouds, which was a sign before the rage.

Ming Qi looked at Concubine Qiao, and he bowed his hands: "Concubine, perhaps I should call you Concubine Qiao. My real identity is actually the thirteenth prince who died for many years, Gu Ziya."

Concubine Qiao squinted her beautiful eyes.

But after the ups and downs, she quickly calmed down.

She took two steps forward, closed the door directly, and instructed Chun Shou, "Keep your guard outside, and don't allow anyone to come near."

After the door of the hall was closed, Gu Yihan's eyes became more gloomy and cold.

He looked at Ming Qi: "What's your purpose for saying this?"

Ming Qi's heart shook.

As expected of Gu Yihan, he could actually see through his intentions.

Ming Qi's expression was tense: "I don't ask my father to be kind to me, but I ask my father to let Natu go and let her leave the palace safely."

Gu Yihan heard the words and pulled out a cold chuckle from his thin lips.

The decisive emperor walked behind the table and sat down with steady steps.

With his back on the dragon chair, his posture seemed more leisurely than before.

This kind of victory is in hand, and no one can escape the domineering arrogance in the palm of his hand, which makes Ming Qi feel a little timid.

"Looking at your appearance, Natu knew the truth, right?" Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows faintly.

Mingqi knew that even if he didn't say it today, the eyeliner in the palace would be reported to Gu Yihan immediately.

He lowered his eyebrows: "Yes, she is very angry, and now she has left the palace with the envoy of the Western Regions."

Gu Yihan's eyes flashed fiercely.

His slender fingertips tapped lightly on the table.

"If Natu, who knows the truth, is allowed to return to the Western Regions, it will ruin our deployment and plans. You will not be unaware of this matter."

"Why didn't you stop her? Is it because of your sad little liking?" Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows with awe.

No matter how prudent Ming Qi is, when facing Gu Yihan, who has been immersed in politics for many years, he can't help but fear.

This oppression from the superior will make people reveal any guilt in their hearts.

Ming Qi said in a hoarse voice, "I already owe her a lot. I implore the royal father to raise your hand and let her go."

At this moment, the hurried announcement of the commander of the Guards came from the door—

"Your Majesty, Princess Natu of the Western Regions just left the palace with her envoy. We wanted to stop it, but we were escorted by the Twelve Princes. We thought it was your intention, so I came here to ask for instructions."