Wang Ningyan was born into a prominent family in Yandu. She had attended banquets hosted by aristocratic officials with her father and brothers and knew that such banquets were always filled with debauchery and licentiousness.
But she never expected that Yan Er, who was famous throughout Jiangzuo and was known for his unparalleled elegance, was actually like this in private.
She suddenly thought of her cousin, Wang San, who was known for his womanizing ways in the aristocratic family. He had always been on good terms with His Majesty, so the rumors that Yan Er was not interested in beautiful women were probably just rumors.
She bit her lip slightly, glanced at the quiet palace garden, and couldn't help but clench her handkerchief.
She was a noblewoman from a prominent family, yet she was forced to be treated like a concubine, offered up for public amusement?
Yan Beimo had no interest in wasting time with her. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, threw it away, and turned to leave.
"His Majesty."
In her haste, Wang Ningyan loosened her belt, causing her skirt to fall open. Her tea-white bodice covered her ample breasts, and her long, slender legs, clad in white silk, revealed glimpses of her fair skin.
A breeze blew, and tiny bumps appeared on her delicate skin.
She looked at the figure in front of her and called out in a sweet, coquettish voice.
"Your Majesty~"
Yan Beimo turned around and glanced at the scene casually.
Wang Ningyan looked at his handsome appearance, but his eyes were so cold that they seemed to drown her, and she couldn't help but tremble.
With a heavy heart, she remembered the seductive maid in the picture book, and with her slender waist swaying in the breeze, she supported Hongzhu and looked at him with alluring eyes.
All women are the same; they have everything they need. Why can't he get excited? His mind is filled with that woman's seductive moans in bed.
A surge of resentment welled up in Yan Beimo's heart, surging through his limbs and bones.
He glanced at the woman striking a pose and said calmly.
"Come closer."
Wang Ningyan's cheeks flushed red, and a hint of smugness flashed in her half-lowered eyes.
Sure enough, all men are the same; there's no reason not to take advantage of beauty offered to them.
The lust for power instantly consumed her, making her forget her fear.
The Emperor is the man Wang Ningyan should marry.
She looked at the emperor with alluring eyes, then slowly walked over, clutching her handkerchief, intending to reach out and embrace his slender waist.
But as soon as he got close, his neck was suddenly grabbed and he was pulled directly in front of him.
"You think you can seduce me just because you look like that?"
Wang Ningyan felt a chill run down her spine; the pain in her neck made her face turn ashen.
"Your Majesty--Your Majesty--"
Before she could even utter a word of begging for mercy, her slender neck was snapped in two.
Yan Beimo's expression remained unchanged. He casually threw the dead woman to the ground and shouted.
"Nighthawk".
The people hiding in the shadows immediately appeared, glanced at the woman who died with her eyes wide open, and all of them lowered their heads.
"His Majesty."
Yan Beimo wiped his hands and said calmly, "Send it back to the Wang family."
"yes."
When the Qilin saw that the person was about to leave, it called out to stop them.
"Your Majesty's actions may displease the Wang family. Why not simply bury the body and destroy it?"
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow and sneered, "They sent their daughters into the palace to test us, didn't they? I'll let them see the consequences."
"---" Qilin asked, "Then what is the reason?"
"They're so ugly, it's really hard to eat them. Tell them to send someone presentable next time."
"---"
The person turned and left.
"Hey, you know, this Miss Wang isn't ugly at all. What does Your Majesty mean by this?"
Nighthawk glanced at the corpse on the ground and straightened up.
"You don't know His Majesty's temperament. He hates being coerced the most. At the palace banquet, the noble families embarrassed him in public and interfered in his private affairs. How could he tolerate that?"
His Majesty was already in a bad mood today, and at the palace banquet, the people from the powerful families of Yandu dared to publicly pressure him to take in more concubines, showing contempt for imperial authority, which made him resentful.
Unfortunately, the young lady of the Wang family ran right into the line of fire.
Those sent to the palace were brought in standing up and left lying down. Which noble lady would dare to enter the palace then?
"That's true. His Majesty is the Son of Heaven. He can take in concubines whenever he wants. It's none of the business of those aristocratic families from the previous dynasty."
In the first year after the founding of the Great Qi Dynasty, the emperor would "ascend the high platform" to review the troops and compose poems. Yan Beimo had just arrived at the Deer Platform when he saw the people from the Imperial Medical Academy rushing over.
"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
"What is it?"
The imperial physician was delighted and said, "Elder Liang has already prepared the antidote."
The only missing ingredient in the previous prescription was the Fiery Lotus. Unable to wait any longer, Elder Liang changed the formula and managed to refine the antidote before the New Year.
Yan Beimo glanced at the box, took it, and opened it.
Are there any trials?
The imperial physician hurriedly said, "We've tested it on people in the imperial prison, and it really works to cure Jiu Yuye's poison."
Upon hearing this, Yan Beimo put away the box and headed towards the Vermilion Bird City Tower.
After eating in the room, Chu Changning urged Helian Ye to go out and find an inn to stay in.
But that guy insisted on making her go find it, saying she was unfamiliar with the place.
The capital city of Jiankang was bustling with activity at night. Firecrackers crackled, talented men and beautiful women enjoyed themselves and admired the lanterns, the aroma of Tusu wine wafted for miles, and the temple fair and lantern market were filled with the sounds of gongs and drums.
After leaving the inn, Chu Changning looked at the bustling streets and couldn't resist buying a lantern.
There were many children on the long street during the Chinese New Year. She followed the crowd and picked out some ceramic toys for Ayu.
She was so engrossed in her choice that she didn't snap out of it until her back pressed against a wall of flesh, at which point she turned around.
Upon seeing who it was, she pursed her lips.
"Why are you out again?"
Helian Ye casually flipped through the toys on the stall, took the lantern from her hand to look at it, and when he heard her words, he leaned close to her ear and laughed.
"I heard there's a spring festival boat trip on the other side of Peach Blossom River tonight, shall we go check it out?"
Chu Changning took a few steps back and said perfunctorily, "I'm sleepy, I want to go back to sleep."
Helian Ye smiled faintly and leaned close to her ear, "I can let you sleep for a lifetime."
"---"
ill.
Chu Changning didn't know why he had suddenly come to Jiankang, but she was sure he had ill intentions. She really didn't want to be dragged into the murky waters of power struggles.
After the chaos of the Eight Princes in the Great Jin Dynasty and the death of the new emperor, the Mang tribe in the north seized the opportunity to rise up and split, plunging all parts of the Nine Provinces into chaos. The thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions took advantage of the situation to move south, colluding with the northern gentry and establishing various regimes.
Helian Ye is the young master of the Western Regions. The sudden rebellion of the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions may have been orchestrated by Yan Beimo. It is unknown whether he is seeking revenge against Yan Beimo.
She genuinely didn't want to have anything to do with him.
"Are you going or not?"
A light, airy voice reached my ears.
Chu Changning took a deep breath, paid the money, and walked towards the other side of the bridge with the lantern.
Helian Ye raised an eyebrow and smiled, then followed.
Under the moonlight, the two weaved through the bustling crowd. The young man, dressed in red, held a floral umbrella over their heads. A gentle breeze blew, and one could vaguely see his thin lips moving as he lowered his head and laughed and talked to the woman beside him.
High up in the tower, the ministers suddenly sensed a change in the emperor's gaze, and the atmosphere around him became terrifyingly deep.
"Bring me arrows."
The eunuch attending him immediately handed him a golden-feathered arrow.
With a whoosh, the sharp arrow pierced straight into the heart of the red-clad youth through the noisy crowd.
As the murderous intent surged from behind, Helian Ye's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately drew his knife and slashed back.
The arrow broke, and he was jolted back several steps.
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