That night.

As deep as ink, surrounded by layers of clouds.

There was no moonlight or starlight, and the sky was pitch black.

The voices in Jingzhou City gradually died down and returned to silence, leaving only the bustling Pingkangfang.

However, today the Jingzhou government office was unusually brightly lit.

Qin Yuan worked hard all afternoon to get this stupid woman out of the city tomorrow.

When I came back exhausted, Yan Jiaoran was still staying in the government office!

Do you really treat the Jingzhou government office as the imperial palace?

You've been here for so long, aren't you really afraid of being assassinated?

If he were to be assassinated, he would be in dire straits for the rest of his life.

To be on the safe side, he asked the clerk to inform Pharmacist Li:

Hurry up and bring the troops here, set up defenses around the government office, and then secretly escort this stupid woman back to the palace.

Then, he had no choice but to knock on the prefect's door and go to the emperor to report his work.

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Yuan was shocked.

I saw Yan Jiaoran sitting behind Chen Wujiu's desk.

There was a pile of documents in front of him. He picked up a pen and unfolded the scroll, reviewing the official documents.

Good guy, just go out and run some errands.

Does this tyrant queen treat this place as her imperial study?

What does she want to do by refusing to leave?

Why do I always have a bad feeling...

Qin Yuan bowed and urged, "Your Majesty, everything has been arranged. You can leave the city tomorrow."

"Yes, I understand."

Yan Jiaoran did not raise her head, but continued to work at her desk, with no intention of leaving.

Qin Yuan: “…”

Are you really planning to stay here?

Where are those censors from the Censorate? Come and criticize and advise!

Don't you all claim to be upright and outspoken? Hurry up and get this tyrant woman out of here!

How can it be that the emperor of a country does not handle state affairs in the palace but hangs out in the Jingzhou government office?

Qin Yuan was speechless and had nothing to say.

He has already ordered her to leave, but this tyrant woman is still pretending to be stupid.

Do you really think of the Jingzhou government office as the imperial palace?

If the emperor doesn't leave, how can he go home after get off work?

Qin Yuan was still thinking about how to persuade the emperor to return to the palace without making a fuss, but he heard Yan Jiaoran muttering to herself while writing:

"Do you really want me to return to the palace now?"

"Yes." Qin Yuan nodded honestly: "Your Majesty, it is dangerous for you to stay outside the palace for a long time. It is easy for you to be exploited by those with ulterior motives."

"There are not many soldiers guarding the government office. It is too dangerous, Your Majesty!"

"Oh? Really?" Yan Jiaoran smiled and said, "Are you really worried about my safety?"

Qin Yuan bowed and said loudly, "The safety of the Great Zhou depends entirely on Your Majesty. Your Majesty's safety is truly of paramount importance!"

Yan Jiaoran gently stopped writing and stared into his eyes. Her malicious smile was like a cunning kitten, and her sharp eyes grabbed Qin Yuan.

"It seems to me that it's getting late. Do you want to go home?"

"Perhaps, you are still secretly cursing me in your heart? For example, stupid woman, female tyrant?"

Qin Yuan's thoughts were revealed, but his face remained calm and his heart remained steady.

With an anxious and passionate look, he said, "Your Majesty! I dare not!"

"Even if you give me ten thousand courages, I wouldn't dare to say a single disrespectful word in my heart!"

"I am loyal to Your Majesty, and heaven and earth can bear witness to this!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but smile.

He was not aggressive, but continued to work at his desk, occasionally looking through the files.

A few strands of hair fell softly on her temples, and her soft and fair cheeks showed a light pink and orange hue.

The skin is fragrant and moist, making it look as smooth as cream.

It almost makes you want to pinch it lightly and then put your fingertips close to your nose.

Savor it carefully.

Qin Yuan had no way of guessing what the emperor was thinking, and he didn't know whether she was joking or really saw through his thoughts.

Yan Jiaoran closed a scroll of memorials and casually opened another one.

After quickly browsing two lines, she couldn't help but frown.

He murmured under his breath, "Who wrote this footnote? It's such a lousy handwriting!"

She placed her pen on the inkstone and began to read attentively, tapping the tabletop with her flexed fingers. "Grind some red ink. Do you know how to do it?"

Are you kidding? Who is Qin Yuan? How could he not know this?

He immediately picked up a new inkstone, filled it with water and ground it carefully.

Yan Jiaoran picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write quickly on the thin paper.

The wide sleeves of the half-sleeved robe slid down to the elbows, revealing the snow-white wrists like a crane's neck. Although the handwriting was beautiful and gentle, the way he bit his lip and lowered his head to shake his wrists looked a bit angry.

It seems that the court official who handles this memorial is in big trouble.

All matters concerning the Great Zhou were first reviewed and annotated by the six ministries, then handed over to the left and right prime ministers for their comments, and finally summarized in the hands of the emperor for his approval whether to implement them.

Even a lazy and incompetent ruler like Yan Jiaoran can use up an ink stick in less than ten days.

It was the first time that Qin Yuan saw Yan Jiaoran in this state at such a time and in such a place.

Suddenly I felt that even when she was sulking, she was very cute, without any of her usual intimidating demeanor.

I felt a little moved and my opinion of the empress changed slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he made a decision:

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. You should go back to the palace and rest."

Yan Jiaoran raised her eyes and glanced at him angrily.

He chuckled, then lowered his head and continued working, as if the matter was unimportant and he could only write and chat at the same time.

"It's not that I won't go back, but I'm waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone?"

Waiting for others to assassinate? !

Qin Yuan was startled at first, then he came to his senses and quickly persuaded:

"Your Majesty, this is far too dangerous. You are worth a fortune, and it's not worth the risk!"

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