I have never felt as at ease during this New Year as I do today.

It’s great to have this damn man around.

Yan Jiaoran curled the corners of her mouth and smiled sweetly.

Far away behind the palace, one could faintly hear the ear-burning and heart-pounding sounds of lovemaking, and Yan Jiaoran raised her eyebrows slightly.

Does this bastard have such big needs?

Can the four of us, Yanran, Jinlian, and his young wife, really endure this?

In another hour, the important officials of the court should enter the palace.

Fortunately, this bastard is not the emperor of the Great Zhou.

Otherwise, wouldn't he be cursed to death by the whole world for his licentious behavior?

Just stay in my palm.

Make some noise in my harem.

Yan Jiaoran, who had just escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, was amazed.

…

7:15 AM.

Jinlian, who was lying under him, was almost about to cry, "Woo..."

Qin Yuan stopped moving.

Jinlian said with tears in her eyes, aggrieved, "Master, you are so strange today..."

"You don't feel sorry for Lian'er at all..."

Qin Yuan coaxed softly, "Now that His Majesty is gone, we can only rely on Lian'er."

"How about we take a break first?"

Hearing this, Jinlian understood what he meant and leaned on Qin Yuan's thighs, her soft red lips like petals, shy.

…

3:15 AM.

The carriage headed by Chen Wujiu drove into the palace.

The ministers lined up in shifts in front of the steps, with the princes and royal family members at the front of the line, followed by Chen Wujiu, Wei Wuyin, Li Yaoshi and others.

4:15 AM.

Yan Jiaoran had already dressed up neatly. She wore a dragon crown woven with gold and jade, and a dark black dragon robe, with only a hint of bright red lapel showing at the collar, looking solemn and gorgeous.

A quarter of an hour later, she would hold a New Year celebration, change the reign title, and accept congratulations from her ministers in the main hall.

This was a rare moment in her life when she held great power and was full of vigor and vitality.

Suddenly there was a muffled "bang" sound, as if someone had bumped into the copper furnace.

Yan Jiaoran and Murong Yanran both looked back.

I saw a figure flying over.

He was only wearing a thin coat, his bare chest was as taut as iron, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes quickly turned bloodshot as if congested.

Yan Jiaoran and Murong Yanran blurted out at the same time.

"Damn man/Qin Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Yuan ran to the two of them, feeling relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled slightly.

Yan Jiaoran and Murong Yanran also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

However!

Qin Yuan's body suddenly shook, he took a step back, and then fell straight back.

Seeing Qin Yuan falling to the ground like a puppet, the hall suddenly fell into chaos.