Chapter 138 Does the Princess Like Me?
Xu Baozhong lowered his head even further.
That left him speechless.
“Yan Chen directly confronts me and is not afraid of death; Yan Yang would rather become a monk and let me do whatever I want with him than submit; Yan Zheng is like a mouse seeing a cat every time he sees me, only Yan Cang…” Emperor Zhaode paused slightly, then suddenly laughed, “He is still willing to coax me with these lofty ambitions. Although it can be considered as disobeying the imperial decree, in comparison, I don’t think I should be angry with him.”
ah?
Xu Baozhong glanced at him furtively.
His Highness Prince Yan's words were so impassioned, but it turns out they were just meant to appease the Emperor.
That doesn't sound like it.
Emperor Zhaode sighed, "I really shouldn't have blamed him."
At least he was willing to come up with a plausible reason.
Although those words sounded quite righteous, given Yan Cang's usually taciturn nature, when would he ever say something so ambitious in front of him?
He certainly has ambitions, but he won't say them out loud.
The reason he was willing to say these words today is that every word is reasonable and every sentence is exciting. In the end, it is to find a reason for himself not to take a concubine, a reason that he cannot refuse.
Emperor Zhaode thought to himself with a hint of helplessness.
Fine, if he doesn't want to marry, then he doesn't have to.
Marrying so many wives and concubines only means watching them fight each other when you're young, and then watching your sons kill each other when you're older.
No one can interfere with another's life.
Emperor Zhaode pondered for a moment. Although he had come to a rational understanding, he was still furious: "Xu Baozhong."
Xu Baozhong hurriedly replied, "This servant is here."
Emperor Zhaode narrowed his eyes: "I remember Yan Cang is currently acting as regent, isn't he?"
ah?
Xu Baozhong hadn't reacted yet.
“These memorials…” Emperor Zhaode stood up, pointing to the mountain of memorials piled on his desk, “order them to be moved and sent to the Prince of Yan’s residence. I don’t want to see them again.”
Xu Baozhong quickly replied, "Yes."
Emperor Zhaode walked around the imperial desk and headed outside: "Prepare the carriage for Changchun Palace."
...
It was evening when Yan Jinyue returned to the palace.
Today, besides delivering an invitation, she originally intended to invite Chu Yunjin to visit the Princess's residence, but because of the conversation about Ling Yumo, she forgot about visiting the Princess's residence.
Back in the palace, Yan Jinyue first washed up and changed her clothes. She then sat in front of her dressing table and had her maid remove the hairpins and jewelry from her head.
Once she felt completely relaxed, she dismissed everyone around her, turned around, and said, "Ling Yumo."
Ling Yumo emerged from the corner.
Yan Jinyue sat on the stool, looking at his handsome and well-defined face: "How old are you this year?"
Ling Yumo replied indifferently, "Nineteen."
Yan Jinyue paused for a moment, then thought, "Hmm, they're a good match in terms of age, and neither of them is taking advantage of the other."
She then asked, "How many years have you been by your brother's side?"
"Six years."
Yan Jinyue thought for a moment, then it must be that he was thirteen years old when he followed the emperor... If he was a former secret guard, then he was obviously not someone the emperor had trained himself, because thirteen years old is too old.
The secret guards are all trained from a young age... Well, Ling Yumo doesn't seem like a secret guard in terms of demeanor.
Moreover, it's unlikely that the Emperor would send a bodyguard to be paired with her—if Chu Yunjin's guess is true, then Ling Yumo must have another identity.
After thinking about it for a moment, Yan Jinyue looked at him thoughtfully and asked, "Ling Yumo, can you tell me what your background is?"
Ling Yumo lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"Can't you say, or are you unwilling to say?" Yan Jinyue stood up and walked to him, looking up at him. "Why did you, my brother, bring you to my side?"
Ling Yumo remained silent, only lowering his eyes to meet her dark, bright eyes. His lips moved slightly, but he remained silent.
“You’re so handsome.” Yan Jinyue raised her hand to stroke his face, noticing his body tense up suddenly, and raised an eyebrow. “Are you nervous?”
Ling Yumo pursed his thin lips, seemingly wanting to back away, but somehow restrained himself from moving.
"Ling Yumo." Yan Jinyue looked at him, her tone suddenly becoming serious, "Do you like me?"
Ling Yumo's eyebrows twitched, and a deep, dark light appeared in his eyes.
Yan Jinyue urged, "I'm asking you a question, do you like me?"
Ling Yumo lowered her eyes: "Princess, you don't even know my background, why would you ask such a question?"
"I'd like to know your background, but didn't you say you didn't want to tell me?" Yan Jinyue scoffed, then asked, "If I ask my brother, will he tell me?"
Ling Yumo lowered her eyes: "Probably."
“If Your Majesty is willing to tell, it proves that your background is not something to be ashamed of.” Yan Jinyue asked, puzzled, “In that case, why can’t you tell me yourself?”
Ling Yumo countered, "Why does the princess want to know my origins?"
Yan Jinyue said in surprise, "I asked you first."
Moreover, she was a princess, and he was a guard.
He should just answer her questions, why would he dare to ask her the same question?
Ling Yumo remained silent for a moment, then his eyes suddenly turned deep, fixing on Yan Jinyue's brows and eyes. His demeanor changed instantly: "Is the princess interested in me?"
Well……
Yan Jinyue stammered, "I...I was just curious..."
"Does the princess like me?" Ling Yumo took a step closer, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if hiding a thousand emotions, or like a hawk locking onto its prey, as if he wanted to see right through Yan Jinyue. "I heard everything the princess said at the Yan Prince's residence today."
What?
Yan Jinyue's expression changed: "You...you were eavesdropping on me?"
Ling Yumo paused slightly, then a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes: "Has the princess forgotten my identity? A personal guard is not allowed to let his master out of his sight. It is normal for me to hear you when you are within sight."
Yan Jinyue's heart suddenly raced: "Then...then you should go back..."
"Princess, you haven't answered my question yet." Ling Yumo approached step by step, his domineering aura enveloping Yan Jinyue, his eyes fixed on her. "Do you like me?"
"I..." Yan Jinyue panicked and kept backing away, trying to escape this unsettling environment. "Don't come any closer, Ling Yumo, you're not allowed to come any closer."
Ling Yumo did indeed stop.
He looked at Yan Jinyue, who had retreated to the edge of the bed, and said in a low, seductive voice, "I like the princess."
ah?
Yan Jinyue hurriedly looked up: "You... what did you say?"
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