I saw the king of Pingling again close to me in the imperial study.

As soon as she walked into the house, a faint incense lingered over. When she looked up, she saw that in addition to the emperor who was sitting at the seat, there was also a person standing below, which was the Sifen Beiling that she had not seen for a long time.

He bent over and salute, and she spoke indifferently: "My daughter bows to the emperor and to His Highness Ling."

"Well..." The tone slowly drew up, but she didn't make a sound to get up.

Xing Lian was not in a hurry, but just bowed steadily, unable to see his emotions in his eyes hidden under his thick eyelashes.

Sifeng Beiling seemed to have lost a lot of time. At this time, he was standing in the imperial study room, not wearing court clothes, but wearing a light blue long gown, and his wide brocade clothes made him look thin.

It was not that he had discovered that his father was deliberately making things difficult for Qiao Xinglian. As the king of a country, the most taboo thing was that someone dared to disobey his sage. Although he finally agreed to let the two of them terminate the engagement because of the unrest of Si Fengjingyue, he still felt a little uncomfortable with Qiao Xinglian.

Finally, this day came. The engagement that was originally tied to them made him feel happy when he dreamed of it at midnight, but he didn't expect that there would be such a day that he would personally ask for the termination...but, his heart was still filled with pain.

He had too many extravagant expectations for this woman, and once outlined the scene of her future life.

That's why I fell harder after waking up from my dream.

"Father."

Seeing that the folds on his head were turned over endlessly, Sifeng Beiling finally couldn't help but speak.

On the shaky shore platform, the hand that was reading the memorial was paused, and then she put it down. Xinglian could only see a pair of refined eyes looking at her with his light, and his vigorous and powerful knuckles gently lit the table. After a long time, he finally said: "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Xing Lian stood up calmly and half-hung his head.

For someone with mysterious spiritual power, the movement just now actually didn't waste much effort. Even if she was asked to stand in such a posture for a day, it wouldn't matter much.

"Miss Qiao's fifth lady is indeed beautiful and has an excellent temperament. No wonder Jing Yan likes you with such a temperament."

"I dare not take Xinglian." She looked up slightly at the man above her. Even though she had been mentally prepared, she couldn't help but be amazed.

Opposite the desk is a beautiful uncle with a sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, with one hand gently holding his cheek, his dark hair like clouds and a navy blue ribbon, and he was wearing a casual dress embroidered with tattoos. He had a smile on the corners of his lips, but his eyes were slightly sharp.

At this age, it still has a fatal attraction to women. It has to be said that the royal bloodline is indeed a plug-in in terms of beauty.

The man who was lazy with his chin seemed not to say anything more. He looked at the two people below, put down his hand, and coughed lightly, "Since you both have decided, then, Qiao Xinglian, your engagement with King Ling..."

"Please be the master and make the decision to marry King Ling as soon as possible."

Before the beautiful uncle above finished speaking, Xing Lian was no longer afraid of death and interrupted the conversation. However, the intimidation of this sentence was too great, and the man above suddenly strangled the conversation and no movement was heard for a while.
Chapter completed!