Chapter Forty-One: Your Majesty, I fear the heights are too high.
Nan Wan'er felt that the madman had changed recently, becoming different from before, and she was even a little soft-hearted for some reason.
I can't quite describe how I feel.
"What is Your Majesty thinking?" Gu Shiyue sat by the window, the bright sunlight shining on Qing*, making her so beautiful that it was hard to look away.
"It's nothing, you can continue." Nan Wan'er snapped back to reality, glanced at Gu Shiyue, but had no interest in admiring the beauty.
Even the most beautiful person becomes the same after seeing them many times.
Therefore, like the lotus, a beautiful woman is meant to be admired from afar but not touched.
Gu Shiyue didn't want to have anything to do with Nan Wan'er, but remembering the guards' instructions, Qing gritted her teeth.
I've been playing for an hour, my hands are all raw and calloused, what's the point of continuing?
"If Your Majesty has any worries, you can talk to me about them. Perhaps I can help you solve your problems."
Gu Shiyue smiled, but her smile was stiff.
"Will you tell anyone?" Nan Wan'er looked at Gu Shiyue, knowing that Gu Shiyue wanted to rebel.
This identity is actually quite fitting for the male lead, but for some reason, Nan Wan'er just can't bring herself to like Gu Shiyue.
Instead, he thought strangely about that madman.
"Of course not. As long as Your Majesty wishes, I will not say anything and will do anything." Gu Shiyue nodded and smiled, a gentleman as fine as jade.
His eyes seemed to hold an indelible deep affection; he would give Nan Wan'er anything she wanted, including himself.
In fact, Gu Shiyue couldn't understand why Gu Yanjing would order her to seduce Nan Wan'er. Wasn't that just betraying herself?
Could it be that this emperor has some other special hobby besides homosexuality?
"Why are you so nice to me? Are you His Majesty's person?" Nan Wan'er had been scheming against Consort Li for several months, so she had developed some sense.
Looking at Gu Shiyue, she felt that this old man was no ordinary man.
"How could Your Highness think such a thing?" Gu Shiyue's face stiffened.
Nan Wan'er sneered: "Everyone under heaven is His Majesty's subject, how can you not be His Majesty's person?"
Gu Shiyue immediately realized she had been exposed. In an instant, her mind was filled with memories of her past life, which was truly worse than that of a pig or a dog.
Although he is now being blackmailed and can no longer be himself, at least he still has money and a life of luxury.
No, he can't be discovered.
“What Your Majesty says is true.” Gu Shiyue forced herself to calm down.
Nan Wan'er, however, had a palace maid come in and escort him out of the palace.
Then she ordered the lady-in-waiting to prepare wine and food, as she wanted to see the madman.
On the top of the enormous skyscraper, Gu Yan stood in astonishment.
Birds love the high sky the most, and Gu Yanjing watched Gu Shiyue's figure leaving the palace from afar.
"Your Majesty, Nan Wan'er already knows. What does Your Majesty intend to do?" Lu Lingjun looked at Gu Yanjing's clothes fluttering in the wind and couldn't help but grasp the bright red sleeve.
"Of course it's time to close the net." Gu Yanjing tried to pull his sleeve back, but he couldn't.
"What are you doing? Let go." Gu Yan frowned, turned to look at Lu Lingjun, and looked somewhat unhappy.
“I won’t let go. Your Majesty seems so light, as if you could fly away at any moment. I’m afraid.” Lu Lingjun shook his head: “What will I do if Your Majesty flies away? I’m afraid of heights.”
As she spoke, she even tried to throw herself into Gu Yanjing's arms.
Gu Yanjing dodged to the side and delivered a vicious kick.
"What are you afraid of?" You're a bird, and you're afraid of heights? Why don't you just die?
However, Lu Lingjun was holding onto Gu Yanjing's sleeve tightly. Seeing that Lu Lingjun, this dead bird, was about to fall down, he had no choice but to pull Lu Lingjun back.
He was facing Lu Lingjun's smug smile.
Gu Yan was so shocked that he wanted to draw his sword.
No, if it's about chopping off your hand, a knife feels more effective.
"Your Majesty, how could you use such foul language?" Lu Lingjun tilted his head, looking innocent and pure, completely devoid of any guilt about doing something wrong.
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