Mu Xue got up from the ground and saw the memorial on Song Yan's desk. She smiled and took the initiative to say, "I will help you grind the ink."
Song Yan was silent for a few seconds and said, "Don't bother me. I'm planning to leave here."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Mu Xue's face froze.
She dressed up specially, but still failed to catch the emperor's eye.
Mu Xue clearly saw the pile of memorials on the desk, but when Song Yan saw her coming, he actually refused her by using the excuse of leaving.
She knew that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death. Now that the new emperor hadn't accepted a new wife, she had to seize the opportunity.
After all, this is the imperial palace, and Song Yan is now the emperor, no longer that useless prince.
Mu Xue thought quickly, then smiled softly and said, "Then I will return to the palace first."
Song Yan nodded and watched her back as she turned around, his eyes wandering as if he was absent-minded.
Mu Xue felt Song Yan's gaze, and she pretended to twist her ankle and fall to the ground, hoping that Song Yan would come over and support her.
But after she fell to the ground, she only heard a man's low and elegant voice from behind: "Eunuch Zhou, call the imperial physician, Concubine Xue accidentally fell."
"Yes." The eunuch's sharp voice came in.
Mu Xue: “…”
She was helped out by the imperial physician, but Song Yan remained indifferent. Only after she left did he look up at her.
Looking at Mu Xue's back, a chill flashed in Song Yan's eyes.
*
After Song Yan came out, he went straight to Shao Yue Palace. On the way, a familiar breath passed by him.
His slender figure paused, he stopped and looked at the person who came.
It wasn't Xie Shizhu, but her sister Xie Xi.
Xie Xi noticed his gaze and quickly bowed, saying, "Your servant greets His Majesty."
Song Yan smelled the familiar scent of jasmine, and a strange look flashed across his eyes. He asked casually, "Well, where does that scent come from?"
Xie Xi lowered his head and answered truthfully, "Your Majesty, this is a scented sachet unique to the Northern Desert. It brings peace and tranquility to those who smell it. It's also a medicinal fragrance from our Northern Desert, and it can effectively treat impatience, anxiety, and depression."
Song Yan's handsome brow bones were tinged with a strange look, which soon disappeared. He smiled softly and said, "Hmm."
He spoke briefly, turned around and headed straight for Shao Yue Hall at a hurried pace.
Only after he left did Xie Xi dare to look up.
She was a little confused, wondering if she had said something wrong, as she felt that her brother-in-law looked a little unhappy.
*
When Song Yan reached the door of Shaoyue Palace, he suddenly slowed down his pace, and his thin lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc.
He had planned everything, but he hadn't anticipated that Xie Shizhu had been planning this from the very beginning.
If I remember correctly, Xie Shizhu was also in the lotus pond at that time, and the sachet in Song Wenyan's hand was hers.
Moreover, when he was in the theater, Song Wenyan wore a sachet with the words "Shi Jin" written on it around his waist.
I almost forgot, Shi Jin is Xie Shizhu's maiden name.
It was not that he was used to the scent of Xie Shizhu, but that Xie Shizhu deliberately made him used to it.
So, what does she want so deliberately?
Is that Yanguo?
Song Yan's back was covered in cold sweat, and the long fingers hidden under his sleeves were trembling.
He wondered, could the so-called birthday gift also be part of her plan?
It turned out that he was the only one immersed in this relationship.
Self-indulgent and wishful thinking.
Song Yan slowly closed his eyelids, and his breath was intermittent.
*
Xie Shizhu's right eyelid kept twitching, her heart was in turmoil, and a very inexplicable feeling lingered throughout her body.
When she got up from the bed and was about to drink some tea, someone suddenly came into the hall.
His slender figure was stretched by the candlelight and cast a shadow on the ground.
Xie Shizhu was startled and looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan was looking at her, smiling at the woman with his lips raised, his eyes flickering and unfathomable.
Although he was smiling, it was chilling.
Xie Shizhu's gaze met his pupils, and his heart suddenly turned cold. His legs, which were originally standing, became weak and he sat down on the edge of the couch.
The man's expression told Xie Shizhu that the truth had been revealed.
Song Yan was very alert and cunning. It was not surprising that he could detect that Xie Shizhu was a spy, but he did not expect that this day would come so soon.
There were cicadas chirping outside, and in Xie Shizhu's ears it was like the countdown of life.
Song Yan walked slowly to the bedside, looking down at her with a probing look in his eyes.
Then, he spoke softly, "Shi Jin, as a spy, what are you going to do after becoming the queen?"
Xie Shizhu pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing that she remained silent, Song Yan's smile gradually faded, replaced by a deep look.
The man's eyes were calm and dark as ink, staring at her calmly.
System: [True Master of Face Changing.]
Xie Shizhu's prediction was correct. Song Yan was smiling one second and then turned his face black and wanted to kill her the next.
She remembered the scene in her dream and her shoulders trembled with fear.
Song Yan bent down, pinched the woman's chin with his fingertips and lifted it slightly. Their eyes met. He asked slowly, "Why don't you speak? What do you want? The kingdom?"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "I can give it to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu was stunned.
Even the system was stunned: [Wait, this is getting out of control. Doesn't Song Yan have no love in his eyes, only the country?]
Xie Shizhu ignored the system and opened her cherry lips slightly under Song Yan's gaze.
This was the first time Song Yan heard her voice. Her tone was cold and a little lazy, like a magnet that unconsciously drew him closer.
Xie Shizhu said: "I want you."
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