The Emperor Villain with an Overbearing Desire for Control (15)



Although Wan Ge is currently sleeping quietly, Qi Yan can imagine that Wan Ge is the same person he dreamed of—gentle, obedient, and fond of him.

Qi Yan was probably really into the role; a slight smile appeared on his lips as he held her and quietly fell asleep.

Wan Ge woke up very early because she went to bed early. When she woke up, she saw the person next to her with a smile on their face, and they seemed quite happy.

Wan Ge gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips. Looking at him like this, she almost forgot that he was the one who had come up to intimidate her.

To be honest, Wan Ge had thought about this a few days ago: if Qi Yan had met with her beforehand, would he still have given her such a hard time? Would he have made her wait there for so long?

Wan Ge snapped out of her thoughts and got up immediately, moving quietly to avoid waking the other person. Because of her actions, Qi Yan was late for court for the first time.

In the imperial court, the Minister looked at Vice Minister Song, whose expression was complex, and gently patted him on the shoulder. Who would have thought that Wan Ge, who had just rejected her son's marriage proposal, would be betrothed by the Emperor?

Although I don't know exactly what's going on, if my son can accept it, it can't be anything bad.

Man proposes, God disposes; this is how things ended up.

Actually, it's clear that Vice Minister Song doesn't really want his daughter to marry the emperor. He also knows that Wan Ge grew up in the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world) and is used to being free, so her personality would definitely be difficult to adapt to life in the palace.

However, judging from the emperor's mood these past few days, he seems quite satisfied with the daughter of Vice Minister Song.

The emperor's private affairs were never discussed in the imperial court. In the past, the emperor's private affairs were state affairs, but given the power of the last two emperors, no one dared to discuss the emperor's private affairs anymore.

So basically everyone did what they were supposed to do, reported what they were supposed to report, and then quietly left the court.

With absolute power, the officials never thought of rebelling, because even if their families had an extra guard, the emperor would know, so how could they still have any thoughts of rebellion?

So rather than having unrealistic ideas, they were more focused on how to do their jobs well and perhaps even gain the emperor's favor.

Nothing particularly significant has happened recently, except that Lunar New Year's Eve is just around the corner. In previous years, envoys from other countries would come to offer their congratulations, so the celebrations were always grand. I wonder what the plans are for this year's Lunar New Year's Eve banquet.

This year is quite special. Although Wan Ge is not the Empress, she is a Noble Consort, and Qi Yan's harem is finally not empty.

Qi Yan simply said that the arrangements should proceed as normal. At the same time, he also mentioned that envoys from other countries had already begun their journeys, and that they should be treated well.

Meanwhile, someone from Wan Ge's side came to help her tailor-make an outfit for New Year's Eve.

However, looking at the colors of the fabric they had chosen for her, Wan Ge asked, "What does this mean?"

Red has always been a color reserved for the Empress. Although there is no Empress now, it is not a color that a Noble Consort like her should wear.

The head of the Clothing Bureau obediently replied, "Your Majesty, this was arranged by His Majesty."

In the eyes of the steward, Wan Ge was on the verge of becoming empress. His Majesty had so clearly made her wear bright red clothes, which meant that she was about to take the throne.

After hearing this, Wan Ge didn't ask any more questions.

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