Feeling refreshed after shaking off the Fifth Prince, Yan Wan headed towards the Ruyi Palace of Consort Xue, the mother of Ji Mo Han. Today was the anniversary of Consort Xue's death, and Ji Mo Han must be there.
As Yan Wan approached the entrance of Ruyi Palace, she turned to look at Luowei Hall, which was filled with laughter and joy, and then at Ruyi Palace, which was deserted. The two palaces were very close to each other, yet they seemed to be separated into two different worlds.
It was the anniversary of his mother's death, but no one cared. Instead, people were singing, dancing, drinking, and making merry. Ji Mohan must be very sad.
Yan Wan stood at the door for a long time, hesitant to go in. She took a deep breath and encouraged herself to push the door open. Her excited heart could not be calmed for a long time.
"Squeak~" The door was pushed open, and Yan Wan walked in. Ruyi Palace was desolate, with fallen leaves scattered all over the ground and no one sweeping them. There were even spider webs in the corners of the eaves.
Yan Wan walked directly towards the main hall. The entire way was eerily quiet, and Yan Wan's heart pounded with anxiety. "Could there be ghosts here? Waaah, this is too scary!"
Reaching the entrance of the main hall, Yan Wan pushed the door open and peeked inside. Why was no one there? Where was Ji Mohan? Ignoring her fear, Yan Wan went straight in. The pitch-black room seemed to have opened its blood-red maw, swallowing up all light. Only the door Yan Wan had pushed open brought a sliver of light into the room.
Yan Wan looked around the room, wondering why Ji Mohan wasn't there. It seemed like they had just lit incense. Had he left?
Yan Wan picked up three incense sticks from the table, lit them on the candle, knelt down and bowed, then inserted the incense into the incense burner. Just as she was about to get up, swish! A sword was already at her neck.
Yan Wan's face turned pale instantly. Good heavens, was she going to be buried with Xue Fei today? She said in a trembling voice, "Great hero, spare my life! Let me go! How much money do others pay to kill me? I'll give you double."
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" A cool, deep voice came from beside my ear.
Yan Wan's eyes lit up. Han Han! It must be Han Han!
Suppressing her excitement, Yan Wan softly asked, "Is it His Highness Prince Han?"
Ding! The sword was sheathed. Yan Wan remained silent for a long time. After hearing no sound, she slowly turned around and saw a tall and handsome figure standing by the window with his back to her. The candlelight shone on his face, making his profile look sharp and angular.
"Yan Wan greets Your Highness, Prince Han. I was impetuous and offended Your Highness. Please forgive me."
Upon hearing the voice, Ji Mohan realized that it was her. Recalling the report from the guards, it was hard to compare the woman in front of him, who was as docile as a little rabbit, with the person who had spoken so boldly.
"It's nothing, you can go now."
Yan Wan looked up at the man in front of her. He had a high nose bridge and his amber eyes reflected her image. His features were deep and handsome. He wore a dark brocade robe with patterns on the cuffs that symbolized his noble status, which made him look more composed. He exuded the aura of a superior.
"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you. I like you. Will you marry me?" Yan Wan gritted her teeth and said directly. Such a handsome man, she had to make the first move.
A low laugh rang out. Yan Wan's action stunned the hidden guards. They never expected that there would be such a brave woman who would directly express her love in front of her master.
Ji Mohan looked down at the girl in front of him, who looked like a little rabbit. Her bright and beautiful face, cherry lips and delicate nose, and doe-like eyes were so nervous that her eyelashes fluttered up and down like little fans, and her eyes were red.
"I will not marry you. I don't like you. Go away." He was clearly afraid, yet he still wanted me to marry him. What a fool.
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