He lowered his eyes to look at the beauty at the corners of her eyes, his eyes darkened and he kissed her deeply.

She lay limply on his chest, pulling hard at his clothes.

Yan Tinglan stepped back, kissed her forehead and stroked her back.

She rested her chin on his shoulder and calmed her breathing, the breath of the person next to her was a little heavy.

After holding her for a while, Yan Tinglan asked, "Ali, are we going home?"

"Um."

Yan Tinglan put her on the ground, tidied her clothes, and couldn't help but pull her closer and kissed her on the lips.

Holding hands with her, Yan Tinglan led her back.

As soon as I walked out of the Imperial Garden, I saw a child of three or four years old rushing out from the side and hugging Yan Tinglan's thighs.

"Father!"

It was a girl, who was looking up at Yan Tinglan with her eyes open.

"Father, you haven't come to see Rong'er for a long time~"

Yan Tinglan lowered his eyes and looked at the child for a while, but he didn't see any panic in her eyes.

"Big Princess!" Two palace maids hurried out from the corner of the road. They were surprised when they saw Yan Tinglan and Zhu Fuli. "Your servant greets the emperor and the imperial concubine!"

Soon after, a woman in palace dress followed by several palace maids also ran over, called out "Rong'er" and saluted the two of them.

Yan Tinglan pulled Yan Rurong away by the back of her collar, and said in a slightly calmer tone, "Stand still."

"Oh." Yan Rurong stood up aggrievedly, but still looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Father, you used to hug me."

Yan Tinglan looked at Li Zhaoyi who was still half bent over, "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Li Zhaoyi looked at him lovingly.

Seeing this, Zhu Fuli wanted to go back first and tried to break free from the hand that was being held.

Yan Tinglan didn't give her a chance, he held it tightly and said to Yan Rurong, "Go play."

After saying that, he took Zhu Fuli away.

Li Zhaoyi looked at Yan Tinglan who didn't even look at her, and clenched the handkerchief in her hand with a ferocious look in her eyes.

Yan Rurong wanted to reach out for her to hug her, but she was startled when she saw the hatred in her eyes, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Li Zhaoyi woke up in shock and asked the palace maid to pick her up, "Go back."

She touched her belly, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes.

After entering Changle Palace, Yan Tinglan picked the person up, and the palace servants all bowed their heads.

"Ali, they have nothing to do with me," he emphasized.

"Um."

After observing her expression and seeing that she really believed it, Yan Tinglan felt relieved and asked, "Will you write with me?"

"What?"

Zhang Yuanlu brought over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the table.

Yan Tinglan hugged her and sat down, "Edict to confer the title of Queen."

He kissed her cheek, "Ali, can you help me grind the ink?"

Zhu Fuli lowered his eyes and picked up the ink stick beside him.

Seeing how focused she was, Yan Tinglan couldn't help but kiss her, only for her to side-glance at him.

Even though she scolded her, Yan Tinglan smiled. Her occasional lively expression was so cute.

After the ink was ground, he pulled a chair over and asked her to sit next to him, and solemnly wrote the edict word by word.

After finishing writing, he put down his pen and hugged her again, "Ali, we will get married in a month."

Zhu Fuli raised his eyes to look at him, "Yeah."

"Are you hungry?"

"Um."

Yan Tinglan asked Zhang Yuanlu to serve the meal.

Zhang Yuanlu came back, lowered his head and looked straight ahead, "Your Majesty, the eldest prince is outside asking for an audience."

Yan Tinglan looked at the person next to him, "If Ah Li doesn't want to see you, then don't see him."

She saved people out of kindness, but essentially she was afraid of trouble.

Zhang Yuanlu couldn't help but look up secretly. The emperor actually needed to seek the opinion of the imperial concubine.

"Let him in."