"Shut up."
He yelled at her angrily, his hands moving fiercely, biting and tearing at her skin until it turned red.
"You want to die? I'll build you a golden cage and lock you up day and night. Let's see how you die then!"
With her limbs pinned down, Chu Changle's eyes reddened with anger, and she cursed him in a tearful voice.
The more she scolded him, the fiercer he became, angrily slapping her buttocks twice and forcefully biting and kissing her.
She sobbed, her face covered in tears.
Shen Yan adored her trembling, flower-like appearance; it was no longer a cold, aloof facade.
He unconsciously increased the force when kneading.
Chu Chang Le was furious. She parted her pink lips slightly and bit his neck.
His veins bulged and his heart pounded violently.
Shen Yan disregarded everything, his reason long since burned away, as he gnawed at her slender neck.
The two struggled so fiercely that the wound on his chest reopened.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and crimson blood quickly flowed down her chest.
Chu Changle shouted in a trembling voice, "You're bleeding! Get off me!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he refused to back away.
"Would my death not please you?"
He questioned her fiercely, his usually indifferent face now filled with malice.
Her hair was wet with tears, and she sobbed uncontrollably with anger.
"Go die wherever you want, just don't die on me."
Stung by her words, Shen Yan grabbed her, flipped her over, and pressed her down behind him.
As the moon rose high in the sky, the chief eunuch outside heard the sweet, melodious cries coming from inside and directed his men to move further away.
Xiao Lezi stood beside the chief steward and said in a low voice with difficulty, "If this continues, His Majesty won't be able to handle it."
"Go and summon the imperial physician to be on standby."
Xiao Lezi nodded and immediately ordered someone to summon the imperial physician.
In the dead of night, the palace was brightly lit, and soon, loud calls for help could be heard from inside.
The imperial physicians guarding outside Guangyang Palace went in and out all night.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened.
The eunuch guarding the door breathed a sigh of relief.
The new emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty held a grand banquet and summoned envoys from all over the country. The princes in various regions appeared to be well-behaved, but in reality, uprisings were frequent, and the country was in chaos and fighting. The war in the north caused great suffering to the people.
Prince An had held sway over the eastern part of the capital for decades, and the court was unable to reclaim the thirteen capitals of the eastern region for a long time. Other princes took advantage of the chaos to move south, and there was fighting everywhere.
The banquet held by Shen Yan was ostensibly to discuss the war in the Nine Provinces, but in reality, everyone had their own ulterior motives.
Inside the main hall, singing and dancing filled the air as the princes who were attending the banquet entered the palace one after another.
Chu Changning did not go to the main hall, but was led directly into Guangyang Hall by Yan Beimo.
From afar, one could see a woman in white standing under the palace corridor, her face filled with sorrow and desolation.
Yan Beimo touched her slender waist and leaned down to chuckle softly in her ear.
"Don't you recognize me?"
Chu Changning ignored his teasing and said in a clear voice, "Husband, please go and get busy."
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow, released her, and said, "Shuangyue will come to pick you up."
"Um."
After he left, Chu Changning slowly walked into the palace.
"peaceful."
Chu Changle stood under the green bamboo and willows, her body suddenly stiffening.
A strong wind blew by, ruffling her black hair.
She turned around abruptly, saw who it was, and tears welled up in her eyes, her voice trembling.
"Royal...Royal Sister..."
Before Chu Changning could get a good look at her, she pounced on him and hugged him tightly.
"Royal sister, I miss you so much."
She sobbed in a trembling voice, her frail body holding her tightly.
Chu Changning's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and he seemed somewhat at a loss.
Chu Changle had always worried that she would die in Yandu, but now that she had seen her in person, she couldn't stop crying.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault that forced you to go to Yandu."
"Royal sister, Father, Mother, and brothers are all dead. You are all I have left---"
She spoke through sobs, her voice muffled and unclear.
Chu Changning patted her shoulder reassuringly.
The weather in Kyoto turned cold, and moonlight shone on the white walls of the corridor.
Chu Changning helped her sit down on the side of the corridor. Seeing that her eyes were red, he sighed inwardly.
Chu Changle lowered her head, tears glistening on her dark eyelashes, the suffocating pain in her heart threatening to engulf her.
"Does my elder sister still hate me?"
Before leaving the capital, the elder sister wept bitterly, grabbed her and cursed her, wishing she could tear her to pieces.
She has no face to see her alive; she is the one who ruined her elder sister's life.
Chu Changning knew that the original owner of this body harbored hatred.
But in this chaotic world, with frequent changes of imperial power, the demise of the Southern Dynasty was only a matter of time.
"Anning, don't cry."
Chu Changle wiped away her tears, not daring to look at her, and murmured her lips.
"How is Your Majesty doing in Yandu? Is the Marquis of Yan treating you well?"
Chu Changning poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me."
Chu Changle took the tea and nodded with tears in her eyes.
The wind blew, and all around the palace was silent.
"Your Highness, please don't come to Kyoto anymore. It's not safe here."
They were all enemies; the imperial court was their enemy.
Chu Changning patted her head, and for a moment they were speechless.
Chu Changle composed herself and talked to her for a while longer.
Looking at her soft, delicate appearance, Chu Changning felt a pang of pity.
It shouldn't have been her fault.
"Anning, what are your plans for the future?"
Chu Chang Le felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She buried her head in Chu Changning's arms, her voice hoarse.
"I want to stay in the palace."
Chu Changning's eyes darkened slightly. "Don't do anything foolish."
She didn't say anything, just held her tightly.
"Royal sister, you must live a good life."
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In the main hall, maids in cloud-patterned robes mingled, cups clinked, and laughter filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere.
Yan Beimo sat in his chair, glancing up at Helian Ye, who was toasting him.
"Many years have passed since we last met, but the demeanor of Lord Yan remains unchanged."
Helian Ye, dressed in a red robe, smiled faintly.
Shen Yan, seated in the main seat, looked calmly at the two people below, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
The crowd's gazes seemed to drift towards the two of them, albeit subtly.
Rumors had long circulated that the people of the Western Regions had killed Yan Shike, and the aristocratic families had directly dispatched troops to besiege the Western Regions, with the two sides locked in a fierce battle in Beiyou.
I don't know if we'll still keep up the formalities now that we've met in Kyoto.
Yan Beimo picked up his wine glass, stood up, and smiled faintly.
"Since our parting in Beiyou, has the young master's injury healed?"
Helian Ye smiled upon hearing this, "Thank you for your concern, Marquis Yan. I have a little slave by my side who is good at healing wounds. With her taking good care of me every night, I won't die."
Yan Beimo paused slightly in the wine cup, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
The atmosphere between the two seemed calm on the surface, but everyone could sense a hint of tension.
"What about the young master's slaves? Why aren't they with you?"
"He's got a wild streak."
Yan Beimo smiled gently, "Oh, I thought the young master was so stupid that he let someone escape."
Helian Ye suddenly seemed to remember something, looked at the person opposite him, and smiled, revealing his white teeth.
"Lord Yan is right. That little slave also said that I should learn from the young masters of the noble families in the Central Plains. She said that the young masters of the noble families in the Central Plains are cunning and ruthless."
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow, took a sip of wine, and smiled faintly.
"Then young master, you must make the most of this trip."
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