Neither of them intended to make any arrangements. That day, Lu Yu returned to the mansion and told her parents about it. Two days later, they took her directly to the mansion and settled her in a quiet courtyard.
After Xie Rongyue entered the Lu family mansion, she lived a quiet and peaceful life in a secluded corner.
Lu Yu didn't come over often, but he would bring her some fresh food when he got some. When he had nothing to do, he would play the zither and compose poems with her, enjoy flowers and go boating on the lake. The two got along quite naturally.
With less than half a month to go before the coronation ceremony, the entire palace was filled with jubilation.
Upon arriving at the Jiankang Imperial Palace, Wang Hezhan went directly to the Hall of State Affairs.
As soon as I entered the inner hall, I saw a group of imperial physicians kneeling on the ground.
He strode over and spoke.
"Isn't the antidote already available? Just give it to Jinling. Why summon so many imperial physicians?"
Yan Beimo leaned against the soft couch, backlit, his profile obscured by a layer of dappled light and shadow, making it impossible to discern the changes in his emotions.
Seeing that he remained silent, the imperial physician below nervously wiped away his sweat and replied respectfully.
"Your Majesty has been poisoned for some unknown reason, we, your subjects—"
"Poisoning?" Wang Hezhan interrupted the imperial physician, frowning. "What kind of poison?"
"Phoenix Blood Silkworm".
The imperial physician knelt on the ground, their heads bowed, and exchanged a few glances, not daring to utter a word.
This poison takes effect very slowly, and the person administering it is very careful, using a very small amount, making it difficult to detect.
If His Majesty hadn't accidentally triggered the poisoning during his practice, he wouldn't have known he was poisoned.
Only close relatives or family members can administer medication in this way.
"Alright, you can go now."
Suddenly, Yan Beimo called out to dismiss them, and the imperial physicians quickly rose and respectfully withdrew.
Wang Hezhan approached, picked up the teacup, took a few sips, and spoke.
"She did it?!"
Yan Beimo didn't respond, but asked calmly, "What brings you to Jiankang?"
Whenever Wang Hezhan brought this up, he would become violently murderous, but his noble birth and inherent pride prevented him from losing his composure.
He forcefully suppressed his anger and spoke frankly.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
Wang Hezhan took a swig of wine and said, "Have your Dragon Army's assassins help me find someone. She went north, and according to the news that came back, she was seen in the Mangshan area."
"Mangshan?" Yan Beimo leaned back on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Isn't that the direction of Beidu?"
"The capital city is scattered throughout the north, and I don't know which direction to look for."
The northern lands were frequently ravaged by war, yet a delicate young woman dared to run to the northern capital alone.
Wang Hezhan wished he could drag her back right now, tie her up, and take her back to Yandu, where she would be naked and abused day and night. This was simply outrageous.
Seeing his grim expression, Yan Beimo stood up and said, "It just so happens that there's been an uprising in Beidu and fighting has broken out at Liguan. The Little Khan of Mobei is personally leading the expedition. Go to Longcheng and have a detailed talk with Shen Yan. The Dragon Army's elite soldiers will accompany you."
"I'm not going."
Wang Hezhan really had no interest in going to Longcheng.
"Send Xie San to him."
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow. "The truly wise live in seclusion. The northern prefectures are rife with war, but Dragon City, located at the foot of the imperial capital, is rarely plagued by conflict."
Wang Hezhan narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing what he had said, and then said something inappropriate.
"Old fox."
Yan Beimo ignored him, put on the cloak on the rack, and went out.
As the ceremony for the enthronement of the empress approached, the Xuanming Hall was quiet.
Chu Changning stood in front of the table, looking at the phoenix robe and crown displayed on the golden plate, a slight change in his expression.
The Great Qi Phoenix Robe follows the style of the Qin and Wei dynasties. The outer collar is made of gold and black, while the inner lining is mainly white. The phoenix robe, which was embroidered by ninety-nine embroiderers over several months, trails three feet on the ground and is elegant and luxurious.
She reached out her slender fingers and touched the exquisite embroidery, her willow-leaf eyes, shimmering with water, holding an unreadable expression.
"It's here, why don't you give it a try?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.
Chu Changning was taken aback for a moment, then immediately put on a smiling face when she turned around.
"His Majesty."
Yan Beimo walked in, but instead of hugging her, he went straight to the soft couch next to him.
"Try taking it off."
"No need to try it on, the embroiderer made it according to my measurements."
He didn't speak, just stared at her intently, exuding a strong sense of pressure.
Chu Changning suddenly felt as if his gaze was directed at the ministers of the previous dynasty. His expression was calm, but he could kill you in the next second.
She felt a vague unease, lowered her gaze, picked up her wedding dress, and walked behind the screen.
Yan Beimo slightly lifted his eyelids and spoke softly.
"Change here."
Chu Changning frowned. "No."
Why?
"---" she retorted, "You don't change clothes in front of other people."
He propped his head up with one hand, looking at her with a languid air.
"Am I not your husband?"
"---"
Chu Changning remained expressionless, then turned and walked away.
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow, pulled out his belt, and rolled it towards her.
His movements were so fast that his slender waist was suddenly grabbed and lifted by the black belt.
Her expression changed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, she was already on top of him.
Yan Beimo leaned back and straddled her waist.
Caught off guard by the sudden manipulation, Chu Changning straightened up and punched him in the chest, displeased.
"Could you please stop resorting to sneak attacks all the time?"
Yan Beimo suddenly smiled, "Don't you like it?"
She scoffed inwardly and said, "Aren't we changing clothes? Let go of me now."
He didn't say anything, but reached out and started tearing her clothes.
Chu Changning struggled to free herself, clutching his hand tightly, and tried to grab it.
"Stop tearing it."
Yan Bei Mo grunted and began to tear at her clothes. She was caught off guard and was stripped naked in no time.
All the clothes were scattered on the ground in disarray.
She was wearing only a bodice, her skin was delicate, revealing her fair collarbone and rounded shoulders, her slender waist could be encircled with one hand, and her two long, thin legs were wrapped around him, outlining a perfect curve.
Upon closer inspection, faint red marks can still be seen on the body.
Yan Beimo stared intently at her. The smoky purple bodice couldn't contain her snow-white, delicate softness. He held her long black hair and pulled her into his arms.
Chu Changning tugged at his clothes and said in a muffled voice, "Are you going to change or not?"
"Hold me for a while."
She sat naked in his lap, thankfully the hall was warm.
She mentally complained, then nestled on his shoulder and closed her eyes slightly.
For a moment, the hall fell silent.
After a while, Chu Changning's knees ached from kneeling. She nudged his leg and murmured, "It hurts."
Hearing her grumbling, Yan Beimo lifted her by the waist and carried her horizontally into his arms.
She was only wearing a small top and curled up in his arms. It was really indecent in broad daylight, so she gently pushed him away.
"I want to try on a wedding dress."
"Try on the wedding dress?" He lowered his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Try what?"
"---"
Chu Changning instantly realized what he meant and glared at him, "I was just trying it on to see if it fit. Your Majesty's thinking is vulgar."
Yan Bei Mo remained noncommittal, casually taking the wedding dress and offering it to her.
She quickly grabbed her clothes and struggled to push him away.
Yan Beimo slapped her on the buttocks and said calmly, "Why are you twisting like that?"
Chu Changning blushed at his actions, her anger flaring up instantly, and she gritted her teeth.
"Hands are owed."
He raised an eyebrow. "Just sit here and put it on."
"Let Shuangyue come in and help me get dressed and do my makeup so His Majesty can see me, okay?"
The empress's wedding dress was so complicated that she couldn't possibly put it on by herself.
Yan Beimo glanced at her as she acted coquettishly.
Chu Changning very readily embraced his neck and kissed his lips.
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