When Ankerson returned, he saw the emperor looking dazed and confused, especially since he was clutching his chest, looking both shocked and bewildered.

Well, he only went out for a short while, and his master has become an idiot.

"Your Majesty..." Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled inside, then slammed against the wall with a thud, staring at the man in front of her.

An Kesen felt a chill run down his spine, his voice trembling slightly, "Your Majesty?"

What is Your Majesty trying to do?

No, what should we do to him?

Di Junlan looked at him. He was handsome and decent-looking, but not as good-looking as Murong Jin. He no longer felt the same flutter in his heart as before. Then he let go of his hand and prepared to turn and leave.

The moment he turned around, An Kesen breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear his emperor's shocking words, "Commander An, tell me, can I marry a man to be my empress?"

Ankesen collapsed to the ground, his face showing shock and disbelief. "Huh??"

Your Majesty, do you know what you're saying?!

Emperor Junlan thought about it seriously; he had some ulterior motives towards Murong Jin…

Those eyes must be very beautiful when they cry.

Thinking about it, Di Junlan immediately straightened his body. "Tomorrow morning, I'll tell the Regent that we should go back to the palace. It's not right for us to stay here any longer."

Ankesen's lips twitched. "You know it's improper, don't you?"

"Zhao Delin!"

Zhao Gonggong entered the room immediately. "Your Majesty, this old servant is here."

"Don't forget what I entrusted to you."

Eunuch Zhao, receiving his mission in a time of crisis, replied: "Yes!"

Ankesen watched their conversation, but he couldn't understand it at all.

Before he could ask anything else, he heard someone say, "Commander An, I'm going to retire for the night."

Ankersen: "..."

They've started kicking people out.

Alright, he's leaving, he's leaving!

After everyone else had left the room, Di Junlan glanced at the books lying beside him. He had asked Zhao Delin to find them these past two days, but he hadn't had a chance to read them yet...

At first, he was curious about how feelings develop between men, but now he thinks it might be just like feelings between men and women...

He had remembered Murong Jin for many years, always treating her as a girl, so naturally he assumed he liked a girl...

But when he found out that the girl he liked had suddenly turned into a man, he didn't feel disappointed. Instead, he wondered if he really didn't like the man Murong Jin. Did he only like the girl who saved him?

Perhaps not. How could someone he's cared about for so many years stop liking him just because he's a man?

I'm just a little conflicted.

As his slender, fair fingers turned the first page of the book, Di Junlan was gradually astonished by its contents…

The painting Zhao Delin found for him was a lesbian painting... and a very explicit one at that...

Ankesen kept watch all night, and the lights inside were still on. What is His Majesty still doing? Didn't he say he was going to rest?

Meanwhile, Murong Jin lay half-reclined on the bed, holding the things she had just asked Yi Er to fetch—some account books. After making some marks on them, she placed them on the other side, then turned off the lights and went to bed.

The next morning, before Murong Jin even got up, she heard people talking outside.

"..." How did her leisurely life suddenly change?

oh.

It was because Di Junlan came to see her yesterday that this happened.

"Your Majesty, the master is still resting."

"It's alright, I'll wait for him."

Upon hearing these words, Murong Jin, who had just been drowsy, was completely awake.

There's never a moment of peace.

Emperor Junlan stood outside waiting for Murong Jin. Seeing that his personal guard, Yi Er, had not gone in, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

He didn't sleep all night, just read those few storybooks, and finally took a cold shower.

Yes, he was filthy inside. He harbored ill intentions towards Murong Jin, and he even wanted to do to her what happened in books...

Someone once told him that if you have the urge to sleep with someone, it means you have feelings for that person, like them, or even love them. But it could also just be that you simply want to sleep with them... In short, lust at first sight.

He liked Murong Jin's face? Yes, but he admired Murong Jin's abilities even more, especially the smile he gave him back then. This wasn't lust at first sight; it was love at first sight…

Because Murong Jin saved him when he was young, she is the white moonlight in his heart.

That's what the book says: the white moonlight.

Emperor Junlan looked at Yi Er, "Doesn't the Regent need someone to help him change his clothes?"

Yi Er shook his head. "Our master never needs anyone to interfere in her affairs. No matter what she does, from major military matters to minor matters like food, clothing, and shelter, her subordinates never get involved."

A smile was hidden in Di Junlan's eyes; all the bitterness he felt last night had been for nothing.

With a click, the person inside came out, sitting in a wheelchair.

Today, Murong Jin was wearing a black brocade robe with a hint of red, which warmed Di Junlan's heart.

A hair crown was tied on her head; her hair was combed up and held in place by a hairpin.

At the age of twenty-one, elders would tie up the hair of younger people, but he was twenty-one... because he was the emperor, no one dared to tie up his hair as an elder...

Murong Jin's hair was casually tied up today, done with just a hairpin. Looking at Di Junlan opposite her, although he had a hair crown on his head, his long hair still fell down behind him.

He raised an eyebrow slightly. This kid.

Although Da Cheng didn't care about things like tying up one's hair when coming of age, it was still a ritual. Tying up one's hair was a symbol of adulthood for men, and Di Junlan had no elders...

Looking up at Di Junlan, the moment their eyes met, Di Junlan looked away. When he saw the person opposite him raise an eyebrow at him, he shamefully felt something...

He might be a psychopath, just like in the folk tales...

Good morning, Your Majesty.

Upon hearing that slightly hoarse voice, Di Junlan couldn't help but swallow.

Murong Jin seduced him just when he was about to lose control...

"The Regent is also one."

Murong Jin turned her wheelchair around, and Yi Er immediately stepped forward to push it for her, but someone beat him to it. "Let me do it. After all, the Regent is like an older brother to me. It's only natural for a younger brother to push his older brother's wheelchair."

Yi Er stood behind him, completely bewildered. What??

Why is His Majesty suddenly calling Master "brother"?

Murong Jin listened to the words of the person behind him, "Your Majesty, you cannot say such things carelessly, otherwise other ministers will remonstrate with you."

Emperor Junlan chuckled lightly, his words carrying an undeniable authority: "Do they even have the right to comment on my decisions?"

Murong Jin's lips curled up. Yes, this is how one should feel like an emperor.