"That's really impressive, drinking so much alcohol."

Liu Yiyi said coldly, "I'm afraid it's been too long since you've been beaten."

Hua Rong sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Bu Mie, and could hardly remember what he looked like in the Nine Heavens.

But don't worry, she has already replicated these moments so that she can relive them after she returns to her original position.

Undying: Screw the reminiscence!

"Alright, now that you're a mother, go and have someone prepare a hangover soup for him."

Liu Yiyi pouted: "Sister, you just have too good a temper, and I don't think that little chatterbox is suitable to be the wife of the immortal."

If Qi Ji knew that Liu Yiyi was still trying to sow discord between Hua Rong and Qi Ji at this time, he would probably be moved.

I'm so touched!

Hua Rong's hand was held by Bu Mie, but she didn't pay any attention.

"Don't you think she looks a lot like you? That way you won't have any conflicts with your mother-in-law in the future."

Liu Yiyi stared wide-eyed: "How is it similar?"

Hua Rong said expressionlessly, "You're incredibly good at flattering me."

Liu Yiyi kicked her foot and glared at Bu Mie on the bed.

If it weren't for this handsome but troublesome man, how could anyone else compete with her for Hua Rong's favor?

"Sister, we need to properly arrange the training program for Immortality tomorrow."

Hua Rong nodded, trying to pull her hand away, but Bu Mie held it tightly.

Hua Rong wholeheartedly agreed: "Okay, you arrange it."

"good!"

Liu Yiyi was pleased and went downstairs to prepare a hangover soup for Bu Mie.

As soon as Liu Yiyi left, Hua Rong said indifferently, "It's time to let go, isn't it? You thought you could fool me by pretending to be drunk?"

Upon hearing this, Immortal's body stiffened.

He had been holding Hua Rong's hand tightly, but now he let go.

He opened his eyes, which were still slightly sleepy.

"Mother..."

Hua Rong stood up and looked down at Di Bumie.

"Why did you drink so much? Don't you know that in this palace, if you drink too much, you might never have a chance to sober up again?"

Di Bumie rolled out of bed and knelt before Hua Rong: "Please punish me, Mother Consort."

Hua Rong raised an eyebrow: "I'm not going to say anything."

silence.

Emperor Bumie turned his head to the side and looked at the big tree outside the window.

The shadows of the trees were layered in the candlelight.

It had been a long time since I had seen the night view of Cangmei Palace, but this scene looked very familiar.

When I first came to Zangmei Palace as a child, I would vaguely see Hua Rong sitting on the edge of the bed, and the heavy shadows of trees behind her.

Even though it's a memory from so long ago, he still remembers it so clearly.

Perhaps it's because Hua Rong's figure appears in those fragments of memory.

When did his feelings for her begin to change?

In fact, even Emperor Bu Mie himself couldn't say exactly when it happened.

At first, he hated her.

This was followed by hatred.

Guilt.

focus on.

like.

like.

These emotions gradually eroded his heart, plunging him into a state of madness.

At first, he tried his best to treat her as his mother.

But that won't work!

He could treat Liu Yiyi, and all the other women in the harem that belonged to his father, as his mother.

But I just can't bring myself to treat her like my mother.

“My son did make a mistake, there’s nothing more to say.”

Emperor Bumie's voice was calm, and his face showed no expression.

"Smack!"

Hua Rong slapped him across the face.

Di Bumie looked up and saw Hua Rong's indifferent face.

"If you've made a mistake, then you must be punished."

Emperor Bumie smiled: "Mother is right."

Hua Rong sat to the side, looking at Di Bumie, and asked uncertainly, "Do you have someone you like?"

Hua Rong felt that the Emperor's indestructibility was wrong.

She had watched this child grow up from a baby.

This situation does not usually occur.

Unless the circumstances are exceptional.

The only thing that can change a meticulous young man is boring love.

"You must have someone you like."

Upon hearing Hua Rong's words, Di Bumie couldn't help but tremble.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Hua Rong was one of disbelief and fear.

That fear made him wish he could rush out right then and there.

He was afraid...

He was afraid that Hua Rong would find out about his dirty thoughts, and that he would eventually be completely rejected by her.

"I……"

"You don't need to make excuses. You must have someone you like, and that person is very likely someone you can't have!"

Hua Rong began his analysis; Hua*Holmes* Rong was online.

Emperor Bumie felt a chill run through his heart.

His heart was pounding. He felt that tomorrow, or perhaps not even tomorrow, tonight, he would be rejected.

No!

He shouldn't do this!

"No, Mother, I don't have anyone I like!"

Hua Rong was taken aback by Di Bumie's sudden roar, then narrowed his eyes.

"Judging from your reaction, you're really pregnant."

Emperor Immortal: "..."

His body trembled. Sure enough, he only lost his mind in front of her.

What's the difference between his reaction just now and admitting it?

"There are very few people who even you can't have."

Hua Rong continued her analysis, "And if you like him, then he must have spent a lot of time with you on a regular basis."

Emperor Bumie trembled.

right.

Hua Rong guessed correctly every time.

Hua Rong suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Di Bumie with a particularly complicated expression.

"Immortal, you actually like..."

Emperor Bumie's lips trembled slightly, "I, Mother Consort, I..."

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