Chapter 103 Who Allowed You to Do This...
After Su Xianrou finished speaking, the entire ancestral hall fell silent.
Xiyan's expression did not change, but her nails dug deep into her palms. The sharp pain was no match for the dull pain that suddenly arose in her heart.
The palm strike from Chu Jin had clearly healed, so why did it suddenly flare up again?
Seeing the concubine's eyes fixed on her, as if wanting her response, Xiyan felt her throat tighten, but still responded respectfully:
"The prince and the princess are a perfect match, a man of talent and a woman of beauty, a match made in heaven. I congratulate the Concubine Dowager and also... congratulate the prince."
The end of her voice trembled slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind.
The concubine's voice became softer, with the kindness that only an elder can give:
"Shu'er is my niece. If Yan'er marries her, settles down, and has children in the future, all the grudges will naturally subside. In this way, he can serve as regent in peace and security, sharing peace with the Helian and Su families... This is also for the sake of his smooth life."
She glanced at Xi Yan's slightly pale face, and her tone was a little more soothing:
"When Shu'er comes home, I will definitely persuade her to ask Yan'er to give you the title of concubine. I will definitely not treat you badly..."
“No need…”
Xi Yan suddenly looked up, a sickly blush spreading across her pale face, and her nails dug crescent-shaped blood marks in her palms.
"I am of humble origin, a mere servant. I have neither family background nor talent, and I know I am unworthy of Your Highness. I only hope that after serving in the palace for a few years, when I am older, I can seek freedom. This would be a great blessing..."
Su Xianrou raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she sighed softly:
"Then we'll see how Yan'er arranges you. You're a smart child and should understand my difficulties. The Emperor is not completely ignorant of his plans. If Yan'er and the Helian family fight each other and are blinded by hatred, they will not end well..."
"I understand!"
Xiyan lowered her head again, and the loose hair on her forehead hid the surging emotions in her eyes.
"My Lady Dowager, if there is nothing else, I will withdraw first!"
Su Xianrou waved her hand and Xiyan turned and left.
Watching the slender figure disappear outside the door, she clenched the Buddhist beads in her hand, raised her eyes to look at Xiao Beicheng's spirit tablet, and muttered to herself:
"Bei Cheng, I just want to protect Yan'er for the rest of his life, and I don't want him to cause any more bloodshed. I hope that this time, I haven't done anything wrong..."
…
When Xiyan left the ancestral hall, dusk had already fallen.
The night wind blew the fallen petals, which fluttered down on her body, making her feel that the snow skirt on her body was so thin that it couldn't even resist the chill in her heart.
She raised her eyes, looked at the lonely moon in the sky, and suddenly smiled.
With him, the tenderness of these ten days was ultimately nothing but a mirage.
He is the regent of Apocalypse, and she is just a death warrior ready to die at any time.
Last night, when they were passionate, she actually heard what he said.
But she didn't know how to answer.
The more beautiful some dreams are, the more painful they will be when you wake up.
Instead of being fooled by this momentary warmth, it is better to get rid of those unnecessary thoughts deep in your heart as soon as possible.
…
At night, when Xiao Nanyan returned to the bedroom, Xiyan had already fallen asleep.
He took off his black outer robe, and the jade belt buckle made a sound when it bumped against the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure curled up on the couch wrapped in a brocade quilt - the black hair was scattered on the pillow, like thick ink spread on rice paper.
Xiao Nanyue undressed and got on the bed, gently lifting the quilt. The person on the bed suddenly trembled.
He stretched his long arms into the quilt, embraced the soft body, lowered his eyes, and quietly looked at the beauty in his arms.
The dim candlelight passed across her face, her eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes, and between her brows, there was a faint sadness.
Xiao Nanyan's eyes trembled, and he stretched out his long fingers, wanting to smooth the worry between her brows. However, the person in his arms slowly opened her eyes:
"My Lord, you are back."
The two were so close that they could hear each other's breath. The woman's breath was as fragrant as orchid. Xiao Nanyan's Adam's apple rolled, and his fingertips were still above her eyebrows:
"You didn't sleep?"
"Waiting for you."
She suddenly chuckled, her slender fingers entwined with the hair on his neck, and the curve of her lips, against her beautiful face, looked like a blooming ephemeral flower, dangerous and alluring.
Before she finished speaking, she took the initiative and gently pressed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.
Xiao Nanyue's whole body tensed up in an instant, and he felt that the person in his arms was like a burning fire.
He suddenly turned over and pressed her under the quilt. His long hair fell down, completely swallowing up the fleeting tears in her eyes.
"Waiting for this king, what for?"
His voice was mixed with heavy breathing, and his fingertips pinched her waist, but when they touched her arms that she took the initiative to wrap around her, they turned into gentle caresses.
The kiss was like a torrential downpour, and the movements were fierce and intense. It was not until she softened like spring water in his arms that he held her earlobe and whispered:
"Who allowed you to do this..."
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