Chapter 271 The Jealous Majesty

Yan Shixu had obviously been there for a while, and had seen the whole scene of Wen Li'er and Luo Shuxian from the Chuihua Sect colliding, supporting each other, and having a conversation.

At this moment, a layer of frost covered his handsome and solemn face.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, and a suffocating, cold jealousy, wrapped in the invisible pressure of an emperor, emanated from him. It instantly froze the festive atmosphere around him, and even the passing breeze seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Wen Li'er's heart skipped a beat and she no longer cared about the accident or Luo Shuxian's presence.

Like a tired bird that finally found its home nest, she lifted her complicated skirt without hesitation and ran towards the familiar and imposing ink-colored figure.

"His Majesty!"

There was undisguised joy in her voice as she threw herself straight into Yan Shixu's arms.

Yan Shixu didn't move at all.

His eyes still carried a sharp scrutiny as he swept over Luo Shuxian who was standing stiffly under the Chuihua Gate.

After a while, he slowly lowered his eyelids and fixed his eyes on the person who rushed towards him.

At the moment when she was about to jump into his arms, he suddenly opened his arms and hugged Wen Lier tightly in his arms with a tough gesture, declaring ownership.

The force was so strong that Wen Li'er gasped.

She could clearly feel the unsteady beating in his chest, as if he was suppressing something.

Yan Shixu held her waist tightly, like a beast guarding its food, silently looking down at Luo Shuxian, warning anyone who dared to covet what belonged to him.

At the Chuihua Gate, Luo Shuxian looked at the two people hugging each other not far away. He felt as if his heart was stabbed by a knife and took a step back in pain.

He saw with his own eyes the woman he once cherished and still kept deep in his heart, running joyfully into the arms of another man, and being embraced by him with an attitude of absolute possession.

The pain was a hundred times worse than being forced to break off the engagement.

He took a deep breath. His duty as a subject and his inherent pride forced him to suppress the surging blood and the bitterness that was about to burst out.

After tidying up his already tidy robes, Luo Shuxian walked as steadily as possible, step by step, to the emperor and Wen Li'er.

Then, he lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down deeply and respectfully, his voice calm:

"Your humble servant, Luo Shuxian, pays homage to Your Majesty!"

Yan Shixu did not call him up immediately, but continued to look down at him condescendingly.

Wen Li'er snuggled up to Yan Shixu's firm yet tense chest and could clearly feel that he was angry, very angry.

She wondered: What happened to His Majesty? Why was he so angry out of the blue? Did he encounter something unpleasant in the palace?

With outsiders present, she didn't feel comfortable asking detailed questions. She just smiled brightly to break the strange atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, why are you here so suddenly?"

Yan Shixu let out an ambiguous snort from his nose, and the words that came out of his mouth sounded very harsh.

"He can come, but I can't?"

Wen Li'er blinked her watery almond eyes and followed his unfriendly gaze towards Luo Shuxian who was kneeling on the ground.

She felt the arm around her waist that was almost strangling her, and suddenly a blessing came to her mind.

She quickly lowered her head and bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, just enough to suppress the smile that was about to overflow.

It turns out that His Majesty is jealous.

The jealous Majesty looks quite cute.

As a man, Luo Shuxian understood the emperor's thoughts at the moment even better.

He was afraid that the emperor would misunderstand and blame Wen Li'er.

So, he took a step forward while remaining in a kneeling position.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to report! Today is the day of Master Wen's great joy, and I have come to offer my congratulations. I am quite drunk, so I have come here to rest and sober up. I did not expect to run into the Imperial Noble Consort here. She was in such a hurry, and I, in my haste, was impolite in supporting her. It was truly an accident."

Yan Shixu said "hmm" without comment, his voice was low and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

After a while, he raised his hand and gently stroked Wen Li'er's cheek, which was slightly flushed from running, with a kind of intimacy like a declaration.

"Li'er ran away in such a hurry just now, but was she in a hurry to see me?"

His thin lips pressed against her ear, with a subtle threat.

It seems to be saying silently: If you dare to say no, then give it a try.

Wen Li'er immediately moved her cheek closer to his warm palm and rubbed it.

Her voice was soft and delicate, with a hint of grievance.

"Your Majesty! I am naturally anxious to see you! I just heard that the imperial carriage had arrived at the palace gate. I was so happy that I didn't care about anything else. I just wanted to see Your Majesty as soon as possible, so I ran away in such a hurry. If Master Luo hadn't happened to pass by and helped me in time, I am afraid I would have lost my manners."

As she spoke, she quietly drew circles on his chest with her fingertips, trying to soothe the angry lion.

Yan Shixu raised his hand and grabbed her rebellious index finger.

"Oh? So, Luo Qing has done a great service in saving me?"

The end of his tone rose slightly, and the arm around her waist lifted a few inches, almost lifting her completely off the ground.

Luo Shuxian bowed again, his tone still respectful.

"Your humble servant is terrified! What happened just now was truly an accident. Assisting is my duty, and I dare not take credit for it. Fortunately, the Imperial Concubine is in good health."

Yan Shixu did not respond to him, but rubbed Wen Li'er's chin with his fingertips as if no one was around.

"Li'er, the children and I haven't seen you for three days and have missed you terribly. I'm free today, so I've come to take you back to the palace."

Wen Li'er snuggled up to him obediently and said softly, "I, too, miss Your Majesty and the children very, very much. After the ceremony with my brother and sister-in-law is over today, I will return to the palace with Your Majesty."

Only then did Yan Shixu say "hmm" in satisfaction, put his arm around her, and walked towards the noisy area in the front hall.

Wen Li'er hurriedly grabbed him.

"Your Majesty, if you go to the front hall, the guests will definitely be afraid to talk. I have a new courtyard. How about showing it to you?"

Yan Shixu was silent for a moment, his eyes wandering over her face, and nodded: "Okay."

Wen Li'er felt relieved and immediately smiled like a flower.

She put her arm around him affectionately and half-leaned on him to lead him to the backyard.

As she passed by Luo Shuxian, she said, "Mr. Luo, please take your seat in the front hall. I will leave with the Emperor first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Yan Shixu snort heavily. This time he shook off her hand and strode forward.

Wen Lier: "..."

This man! So childish!

She hurriedly picked up her skirt and chased after him.

After the two men walked away, Luo Shuxian seemed to have lost all his strength, and his back bent slightly.

After a long time, he slowly stood up and stood there quietly without moving.

His figure looked particularly thin against the backdrop of the festive red silk all over the yard.

He waited until someone came over here before turning around and leaving.

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