"The Emperor wants me to be his woman, hurry up!" Ye Qingxue replied in a low voice, urging him on!

Yun Zhuo swallowed hard, feeling a lingering fear. It was just as he had feared.

He released Ye Qingxue and pushed her towards the door: "You go out first!"

"What are you going to do?" Ye Qingxue grabbed his wrist with her other hand.

"The palace next door is on fire, I'm going to save the emperor!" Yun Zhuo said, and quickly entered the inner palace.

The emperor was quite frightened by "Consort Yi" and was searching for her figure in the dim light.

"Father, the palace next door is on fire! Your son has come to your rescue." Yun Zhuo said as he walked behind the emperor and knocked him unconscious!

When Huaifu and the others entered, they saw that Yunzhuo had already placed the emperor on the bed.

"Father has fainted from shock! Quickly, fetch the imperial physician! I'll go check if the fire is out!"

After Yun Zhuo finished speaking, he strode away, taking Ye Qingxue outside the palace. He ignored the fire next door—it wouldn't really catch fire anyway—and immediately led Ye Qingxue out of the palace.

Ye Qingxue ran too fast and lost her shoe.

Yun Zhuo squatted down and picked it up, holding her icy ankle. Ye Qingxue flinched, but Yun Zhuo held her even tighter.

He put her shoes on and then placed her feet on the flat ground.

“Next time you are summoned, wear these shoes—I’ve hidden poison needles in them, and you can kill the person with a single kick.”

Ye Qingxue looked at him quietly: "I can handle it. He didn't take advantage of me. It's just that he is the emperor, and all the people under his rule are his subjects. If he wants a woman, no one can stop him. That's what's troublesome."

Endless troubles, if left unresolved, become an abyss, and this abyss is terrifying.

Whether she is an unmarried girl or a married woman, she has no choice in the matter.

It's not unheard of in history for an emperor to be shameless and seize the wives of his ministers or sons.

Even if she possessed extraordinary abilities, could she possibly have murdered the emperor and rebelled?

And Consort Yi's ghost couldn't possibly work every time.

Yun Zhuo slowly stood up, took her hand, and helped her onto the horse. He didn't say much, just took her home.

Upon entering the study, Yun Zhuo took out a stack of letters from a hidden compartment.

“These are all mistakes that Father Emperor made. If you study them carefully, you can use them if you are summoned again next time. He wants to create the image of a benevolent monarch, so he will be afraid that his past mistakes will be publicized and will not dare to touch you.”

Ye Qingxue looked at the letters on the table.

This must have been painstakingly collected by Yun Zhuo from various places; it is his biggest secret and bargaining chip.

He just gave it to her like that.

Ye Qingxue pursed her lips and said sincerely, "Thank you!"

Yun Zhuo stared at her intently. The candlelight in the study was bright, illuminating the bloodstains on her face and neck clearly.

That usually aloof face now had a somewhat eerie quality, especially when she looked up, her eyes burning with an unquenchable fire, making the wounds appear as if they were painted with rouge.

His heart seemed to fall into that wound, gradually penetrating deeper and spreading into her flesh and blood. He suddenly felt very thirsty!

Ye Qingxue noticed his gaze.

Perhaps it was because he gave her such a strong sense of security tonight. Although he didn't offer any words of comfort, he empowered her with the ability to fight back, and she felt a strange sense of peace in her heart.

Or perhaps it's the candlelight that's so captivating.

So much so that she could tilt her head and chuckle softly, "A beauty stained with blood, isn't it beautiful?"

Yun Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then said seriously, "It's beautiful."

"Then will you call me 'Beautiful Sister'?"

“…I’ll go get you some medicine.” Yun Zhuo turned and left, but quickly returned with a fine ointment in her hand.

Ye Qingxue sat in the chair, carefully reading the contents of the letter. Yun Zhuo casually pulled up a chair and sat next to her, applying medicine to her.

They wiped the blood off her face with a clean handkerchief, combed her hair, and tied it behind her head with a hairband.

Although Ye Qingxue could see the contents of the letter and recognize all the words, she couldn't absorb the content at all.

Chunqian and Xialu often styled her hair and changed her clothes, but she had never felt this way before.

Even if Yun Zhuo's hand only touched her hair, she felt like her whole body was on fire. She dared not move, her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and she didn't even dare to look at him.

Yun Zhuo put down the comb and examined her profile.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Ye Qingxue couldn't help but look at him.

A man with blood-red lips, incredibly alluring, spoke: "Beautiful sister."