Jun Chenbi glanced at him casually, "Do you think I'm joking with you?"
"I dare not." The young imperial advisor immediately straightened his posture, dressed in white, and had a rather otherworldly air about him.
This new national advisor was not someone randomly recruited; he was a direct disciple of the previous national advisor. Otherwise, the nobles and common people would not have continued to worship the temple after the old national advisor had passed away (in reality, he had been beheaded by the tyrant), and the temple's mystery and majesty would not have remained unshaken.
The new imperial advisor does possess some genuine skills; when Jun Chenbi suffered a severe headache, it was his prescription that cured him.
Jun Chenbi was relatively tolerant of him.
Withdrawing the oppressive aura of an emperor looking down upon all living beings, Jun Chenbi glanced at the chessboard in front of him, where black and white pieces were arranged in an orderly fashion, and placed a black piece.
The young imperial advisor frowned and pondered for a moment before placing a white piece and asking, "Your Majesty, may I be so bold as to ask, who is the male empress you wish to marry...?"
Everyone has a curious nature.
He has no other flaws, except that he is extremely curious!
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been tricked onto this tyrant's pirate ship in the first place...
Sooner or later, he would have to tell the world. This question was not offensive to Jun Chenbi. If it weren't for certain things that needed to be planned slowly, he would have loved to let the whole world know that the person was his.
Before he could even speak, Jun Chenbi's cold and aloof expression softened, a sight that amazed the young imperial advisor.
I wonder who this extraordinary person is who can melt this iceberg. I must see them when I have the chance!
His Majesty the Emperor said, "His name is Qin Ge."
"Is he calling me?" The young man, with his jet-black hair and disheveled blue robe, came brushing past flowers and willows as he stopped, just as he brushed aside a clump of banana trees.
The banana leaves were emerald green, but their stems were as white as mutton fat jade, each stem crystal clear, snow-white, and slender, making even the ubiquitous banana leaves seem precious.
Qin Ge stood there, smiling slightly, his clear, melodious voice rising gently. Bathed in the golden light, he looked like a divine youth who had stepped out of a painting.
The young imperial advisor was momentarily dazzled by the boy's stunning beauty. The next second, the emperor, who had been sitting at the stone table playing chess with him, swiftly and casually tossed his black chess piece onto the board!
"Your Majesty, we agreed to play a game of chess, and the outcome is still undecided. You can't just forget your friend for the sake of a pretty girl!" the young imperial advisor cried out in distress. However, when he looked at the chessboard, his voice caught in his throat, as if someone had grabbed his neck.
With a large number of his white pieces lost, he was forced into a desperate situation and the outcome of the fierce game was decided in an instant!
Black wins!
His lips twitched.
He thought to himself: "As expected of a born emperor, he strategizes and wins battles from afar. What others fight and kill for, he obtains effortlessly. It's just that he's too ruthless and his fate is afflicted by the Seven Killings..."
The young imperial advisor's gaze shifted, and he saw the emperor, dressed in purple brocade robes and traveling incognito, throw down a black piece, quickly break the deadlock, and then stand up and walk towards the handsome young man in green robes and black hair, his tone gentler than he had ever heard before, "Finished your sightseeing?"
Qin Ge glanced at the Tyrant's hand that was naturally wrapped around her waist, said nothing, and simply nodded in response to his question, "Hmm. This temple is not as... well, it doesn't seem to be anything special as I imagined."
Jun Chenbi put his arm around the boy's waist and led him toward the stone table, agreeing, "There's nothing special about it anyway."
The young imperial advisor's lips twitched slightly, thinking to himself, "You two are criticizing the temple, at least consider my feelings, right?"
He also stood up and bowed to Qin Ge, who was half-held in the emperor's arms. "This must be Your Majesty's beloved. Yue Tianxing, the 18th generation successor of the temple, greets... Your Majesty the Empress."
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