Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is too Fierce-Chapter 437: Another Three Complaints (2)

Ch.437 Another Three Complaints (2)

The Empress Dowager was stunned at this news. She came to the Emperor as soon as she received news of Long Hanyan’s tragic death, but unexpectedly, there was a hidden agenda?

How would Gong Shi dare? Unless this person was not Yan’er?

The Empress Dowager did not look too closely, but when she saw the woman’s right hand, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She let out her grief, and began to cry!

It’s Yan’er! It really is her!

Not only did she get her fingers severed by Gong Yimo, she was also killed by her! How dare she?!

But the Emperor could not recognize her. Gong Jue sneered.

“Father Emperor, this is the assassin. Even if it really was the Princess of Zhaoqing, Gong Yimo…The ignorant are not guilty!”

“What a load of nonsense!!”

The Empress Dowager suddenly shouted. She stood up and quickly walked towards Gong Yimo!

“You dare say you have no knowledge of her identity? You dare say this was an accident? Gong Yimo! How cruel you are! I will make you pay with your life!”

“Mother!”

The Emperor felt his head ache and even sent someone to hold the Empress Dowager back!

The palace men were busy holding her back best as they could. Right now, there was only a short distance of two steps between the Empress Dowager and Gong Yimo!

Those two steps were like the very boundary between ice and fire! Her killing intent was so strong, but Gong Yimo just stood there calmly and looked at her indifferently, not stepping back in the slightest.

Her calmness was a huge jab to the Empress Dowager. She glared at Gong Yimo to the point where her eyes were bloodshot, almost as if they were going to bleed!

If she hadn’t been pulled back by the palace men behind her, then her claw-like hands would have wrung Gong Yimo’s neck!!

She hated her so much! She was clearly just a bastard but she caused Yan’er to lose her fingers. She can’t she kill her? She wanted her dead!

But if she killed her, then the Emperor might ask her to pay with her life too, wouldn’t he? Thus, she sent her strongest undercover guards, but unexpectedly, it was Yan’er who died!

Why?

“You bitch!”

Gong Yimo raised her brows faintly.

“Say that again! You dare say you didn’t recognize Yan’er?”

Seeing her being pulled back while she hissed like a madwoman, Gong Yimo couldn’t help but smile in front of her.

“I really didn’t know who she was.”

She replied without any pressure, even with a hint of a smile and mocking in her eyes. Then, she took one step forward and lowered her voice.

“Would I need to know more about someone who’s about to die?”

“I’ll tear your mouth off!”

The Empress Dowager suddenly broke free from the palace people and reached out to claw at her, but Gong Yimo stopped her with one hand.

Gong Cheng howled, “Send the Empress Dowager back to rest!”

“Yes!”

But how could the Empress Dowager be willing to leave? But the palace people did not dare disobey the Emperor’s orders, so on the Empress Dowager’s first time losing her composure in front of the crowd, she was dragged away!

Gong Yimo turned her head sideways to listen to the words of scolding directed at her from afar, and her lips curved into a smile.

Everything was a big success. Compared to Yu Qi, the empress dowager known as the Venomous Dowager, she was much too naive.

Gong Cheng sighed. He knew that his mother must be overwhelmed by the death of her grand-niece, but this case can’t be blamed on Gong Yimo. He wasn’t taking sides, he was just handling the matter justly.

The palace quieted down once more, but the atmosphere did not become calm just because the Empress Dowager left. Instead, things were tense like pins and needles!

The ministers all looked at each other, and they all saw determination in each other’s eyes!

At this moment, someone stepped forward. It was the Left Prime Minister, the father of Imperial Concubine Long!

he looked at Gong Yimo and snorted.

“Your Majesty! This minister also has three complaints towards this woman!”

Gong Cheng’s dense brows furrowed as he glanced at Gong Yimo.

“Speak.”