Chapter 2 Come up, kneel down
The cold wind blew up the remaining snow, and the sky and the earth suddenly became white.
Yueli pulled herself out of her memories, still seeming to feel the lingering pain in her stomach.
It’s… so scary!
She had only enjoyed three years of wealth and glory, how could she die?
What happened to He Yanchen after she died?
A tyrant like him, who neglected state affairs, disregarded human lives, and murdered loyal and good people, must have been hacked to death.
Yue Li unconsciously stroked the black hair hanging in front of her chest. Because she had been sitting in the pavilion for a long time, her hair was stained with snow water and was slightly damp.
"master?"
Lian Qiao's voice brought her back to reality, and Yue Li quickly grabbed her arm: "Where is His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty... should be in the Linde Palace. I haven't heard of any concubines sleeping with you tonight..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yueli ran towards the Linde Palace with her skirt lifted up, and her untied crane cloak fell to the snow.
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Linde Hall.
The hall was brightly lit, and agarwood was burning in the pear blossom patterned glass incense burner. He Yanchen leaned on the soft couch, fiddling with the chess piece in front of him lazily.
He was wearing bright yellow pajamas with the collar slightly open, revealing his muscular chest.
"My beautiful lady...you can't go in there!"
"Please wait a moment, let me go and report first!"
Hearing the noise outside, a cold look flashed in the man's eyes.
He sighed softly, as if thinking about how to kill the intruder more easily.
The next moment, the palace door was slammed open with a bang.
Before He Yanchen could stand up, a pink object flew straight into his arms.
"His Majesty..."
Hearing the familiar cry, the man's hand that wanted to strangle her neck turned into strangling her waist.
Ji Ming, the chief eunuch of Linde Palace, was so frightened that he knelt down quickly: "Your Majesty, Concubine Yu insisted on coming in and didn't wait for the servant to inform her... I really couldn't stop her..."
He didn't even dare to stop him!
Last time in the Imperial Garden, when Concubine Yu almost fell, a young eunuch supported her waist, and His Majesty immediately ordered the man's hands to be chopped off.
This... who dares to touch her!
"Get out."
When the palace door was closed, the woman in his arms was still holding his waist tightly. He Yanchen raised his eyebrows in a disdainful manner: "Is the illness healed?"
Yue Li's body stiffened. She remembered that this was the third day of her cold war with He Yanchen.
It was because five days ago, He Yanchen had agreed to accompany her to watch the moon, but was intercepted by Concubine Jin halfway on the grounds that the eldest prince was sick.
He will get sick.
Yueli pretended to be sick without saying a word.
As a result, the quarrel went too far. He Yanchen, who was already moody, ignored her after coaxing her for two days.
"Your Majesty...I'm fine..." Yue Li raised her head from the man's arms with sobs, her beautiful eyes were red and wet, and tears were hanging on her cheeks. She looked so pitiful.
She had been learning these soul-enchanting techniques in Chunfeng Tower since she was a child, and even when she cried, she knew how to cry beautifully.
Any normal man would want to hug her and comfort her when he sees her like this.
He Yanchen is not a normal person.
He pulled Yueli out of his arms, leaned back on the couch, and looked at her meaningfully with his eyes narrowed.
"Really?"
Yue Li felt uncomfortable when he looked at her. To be fair, He Yanchen was quite easy to serve when he was with her, but once he got serious, Yue Li would be scared.
Although he doted on her during her first year in the palace, Yueli also knew how to measure her distance. She had seen how cruelly he dealt with those who disobeyed him, and Yueli still cherished her life.
Half a year later, during Yue Li's second year in the palace, his temperament suddenly changed. He no longer cared about state affairs, and became increasingly violent and licentious.
Although Yueli may not be good at anything else, she is an expert at all kinds of pleasure-seeking.
During that period, there was revelry every night in the Linde Palace, but the court and the people were cursing her. Everyone cursed her for seducing the emperor and being a witch who brought disaster to the country and the people.
Yueli doesn't care, she just wants to live a life of wealth and glory.
But now she had no choice but to care.
She didn't want to be stabbed to death again.
What caused such a big change in He Yanchen?
If she could have stopped him from changing, would there have been no rebellion?
There was a hint of coldness in He Yanchen's dark pupils. He was asking questions, but this woman dared to be distracted.
"Beautiful Yu."
The man spoke in a lazy tone, his slender fingers tapping the tabletop intermittently:
"You can't speak if you keep your tongue. Do you want me to cut it off for you?"
Yueli immediately came to her senses, met his cold gaze, and her legs went weak and she knelt down.
"Your Majesty...I...I haven't seen Your Majesty for a long time. I was mesmerized by your presence."
The coldness in the man's eyes dissipated a little.
Yueli hurriedly crawled to him on her knees and placed her small hand on his leg. A few strands of her black hair that had been scattered while she ran over brushed against the back of his hand, bringing a tingling sensation.
"I haven't seen Your Majesty for three days. As the saying goes, 'One day without seeing you feels like three years'. It's been three years now."
"Your Majesty, won't you allow me to take a few more glances?"
"Heh." The man suddenly chuckled.
He pinched the woman's chin. Her face was a little pale, and there was a touch of delicate and touching fragility in it.
Yue Li took his wrist and rubbed her face against his palm, saying, "I am well now. I can come to see His Majesty."
"Why are you crying?"
He Yanchen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers, with a hint of amusement and exploration in his eyes.
"I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was being chased and killed, and it was Your Majesty who saved me."
The man curled his lips nonchalantly: "Really?"
"If that day ever comes, I will just push you out to block the sword."
"No way..." Yueli pouted, holding his hand and kissing it, "Your Majesty would never do that..."
She opened her lips slightly and bit his fingertip, her rosy tongue faintly visible. She was born charming, but her beautiful eyes were exceptionally clear, like an innocent deer in the woods.
He Yanchen's eyes were deep and he lifted her face again.
The woman's almond-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with stars as she looked at him expectantly, becoming even more alluring.
"stand up."
Yueli stood up obediently, tugged at the hem of her skirt with her fingers, and then took his arm: "Your Majesty, may I stay here tonight?"
She still couldn't believe it, but only when she saw him did she feel that this was not a dream.
The man's hot palm gently caressed her waist and brought her closer: "What should I do if I want to stay overnight in Linde Palace?"
"I taught you that."
Yueli put her arms around his neck, straddled his legs, and wanted to kiss him.
The man's throat moved slightly, and he let her kiss him for a while before he nodded to the soft couch, his voice a little hoarse:
"Come up, kneel down."
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