"Okay, I accept."

Mu Ruyue raised her lips. In the Ghost King's Mansion where there were only two people, no one would bother her no matter what she wanted to do. But in the Mu family, there were too many inconveniences.

Anyway, once her strength grows, a royal palace will not be able to restrict her steps.

However, Mu Ruyue didn't know that this decision would tie her to a man for the rest of her life, destined to be entangled with him for generations...

"I will send the imperial edict to the Mu family later. If you are all right, you can go home."

Emperor Zi Yue waved his hand impatiently, unable to wait to share lunch with his beloved concubine.

After everyone left, Ye Yihua walked to Mu Ruyue with a smile, lifted her chin with his fan, and his amorous peach blossom eyes held a charming smile, "Miss Mu, that fool doesn't understand love at all, let alone how to satisfy a woman. If you have any needs, you can come to me at will. My door will always be open for you, and I will definitely let Miss Mu know how good I am."

Mu Ruyue narrowed her eyes, raised her palm to knock away the fan, and stared at him with cold and sarcastic eyes: "Do you want me to say it again? I am not interested in Zhongma. You must have visited the School of Design a lot, right? Maybe you are full of bacteria from head to toe. Even if you stand in front of me, I feel dirty."

The smile on his lips froze for a moment, but Ye Yihua quickly returned to his romantic and amorous look.

"Marrying that idiot is no different from being alone in an empty house, so I believe you will come to me. I am very confident in my skills. Even if the other party is a virgin, I can make her feel less pain."

Mu Ruyue smiled faintly: "It's fine if you have bacteria on your body, but I won't allow others to bring bacteria to me. If you have nothing to do, please leave."

Giving her a meaningful look, Ye Yihua smiled faintly and said, "Then I am looking forward to what happens after you and my cousin get married. Don't come to me crying when the time comes."

Ye Yihua is both talented and handsome. There are countless women who are willing to spend a night with him. He doesn't believe that any woman can resist his charm.

Although he could not possibly marry this woman, it would be nice to have her as his own.

Anyway, that idiot would never know how to touch her.

After Emperor Ziyue announced the end of the event, Mu Qing did not wait for Mu Ruyue, but was in a hurry to tell Mu Ting'er the good news. Therefore, Mu Ruyue got lost in the huge palace.

"Kill this idiot, kill him!"

"That's right, how can we allow a fool to enter our palace?"

"Fool, let me tell you, my father has just found a wife for you, and she's the number one loser in Fengcheng. A fool and a loser, what a perfect match, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from the front.

Mu Ruyue frowned and looked over, her gaze passing over the princes and princesses who were surrounding them in gorgeous clothes, and fell on the helpless and thin figure.

But after hearing that familiar voice, Mu Ruyue was stunned for a moment. This person turned out to be the handsome boy who hit her yesterday. Listening to their conversation, could it be that he was the Ghost King? But doesn't the Ghost King in the legend look like a ghost? This boy is pure and handsome, how can he have a ghost-like face?

"I...I'm here to pick up the kite."

The boy pursed his lips tightly, and his aggrieved look was just like a real little bottom, which made the girls feel a little bit sorry for him. They pulled the sleeves of the boy next to them and said, "Forget it."

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"Forget it? What do you mean by forget it? Humph, this idiot actually came here without the emperor's summons. How could I let him go?"

As he spoke, the boy snatched the kite from the boy’s hand, snapped it in half, and threw it hard in the boy’s face, saying angrily, “This is your kite!”

The young man lowered his head slightly. Everyone thought he was secretly sad because his kite was broken, but no one noticed that there was no trace of sadness on his handsome face.