After the Abolition of the Cold Palace, He Returned to Power with All the Power in the Government and the Public

In the twenty-third year of the reign of Emperor Jingyuan of the Dajing Dynasty, Queen Xie Wuyou drank poisonous wine and poured it on the cold floor tiles of Leng Gong Yong Lane. She didn't understand until she died—— Every "I protect you" from the emperor Xiao Yuchen is a rope that lifts the Xie family's military power step by step; every "sister, I feel sorry for you" from the imperial concubine Liu Xiyan is a knife fed into her bowl by chronic poison; every impeachment memorial from Prime Minister Shen Huaiyuan is a reminder to force her father Xie Zhenshan to go to all the families and behead them. She spent her whole life being infatuated in exchange for the death of her family. ——Then she opened her eyes. In the twenty-third year of Jingyuan, it was the third day after entering the palace. Nothing has happened yet. The father is still at the border, the military power is still in the Xie family, and the night buckle is still in her hands. Xie Wuyou looked at his twenty-year-old self in the bronze mirror and smiled. In this life, she will not kneel. She hid secret edicts, recruited secret guards, and activated the Blood Night Killer Organization; she backhandedly exposed the concubine's poisoning, forced the Prime Minister to resign in court and impeached her, and sent the White Lotus to Yongxiang with her own hands; She formed an alliance with the Regent Xiao Lingyuan, the cold-faced and strong-armed man who had never met in the previous life. He blocked the knife for her, stationed troops for her, and knelt down to appeal to the world for her: "Your Majesty, I would like to ask the Queen to be your regent." And the emperor who had asked her to kneel down to beg for mercy finally knelt down in front of her. Xie Wuyou looked down at him, his tone as calm as if he was talking about something insignificant: "Emperor Jingyuan, you and your empire no longer need me." ——In my last life, I knelt here, crying and begging you. In this life, I stand here, waiting for you to kneel down.