"...Azui, actually, you can be more tactful with these words." She looked at the night sky sadly, looking at the sky speechlessly.

Just when Yezuibi was busy attacking the future empress and the future empress was busy secretly feeling aggrieved, Yan Junqing had already finished reading the eulogy. He walked off the platform, held up the bright yellow eulogy with both hands, and bowed in the direction of Yunling due east.

——Then, the ceremonial officers and the ministers who guarded the body carried the coffin and left the imperial capital for Yunling.

Because Ye Jiangxue's knees were swollen as big as steamed buns and there were blood clots the size of steamed buns on her forehead, she grabbed Yan Junqing and told him with snot and tears that she would never go back to the palace.

Yan Junqing had a cold face, but when she almost rolled up her pants in front of everyone to show him how miserable she was, he finally showed mercy and let her go back in a soft sedan.

At dawn, Ye Jiangxue dragged her scarred body back to Chaohuang Palace. What came out to greet her was the young eunuch and the palace maid whom she almost killed. Without saying a word, Ye Jiangxue shouted with straight eyes.

:"bed!"

Then, he fell to the ground with a "dong" sound.

The two looked at each other, one to the left and the other to the right, and dragged Ye Jiangxue, who had been tortured so badly by the Prime Minister, back to the bed.

For Yan Junqing, there is no lower limit to the term "black-bellied". Of course, it is impossible to let this unscrupulous woman go so easily.

The highest level of punishment is not physical abuse, but mental abuse.

When Ye Jiangxue's body was tortured, what followed was her soul... Early the next morning, before Ye Jiangxue got up, Yan Junqing was already standing at the door of Chaohuang Hall.

"Help! Help!"

Not like this, last night, no! To be exact, she just went to bed this morning. Why did she have to get up right away? She hasn't regained her fighting strength yet, okay?

"Your Highness, the Prime Minister has been waiting for a quarter of an hour. If you don't get up..." The little eunuch looked at Ye Jiangxue who was hiding in the bed, biting the quilt and wouldn't let go, and advised her in a low voice: "If you don't get up again..."

, the Prime Minister may be angry, Your Highness, if you make the Prime Minister angry, you will be even worse."

She is already in a miserable state now, okay?

Ye Jiangxue was allergic to the words "Yan Junqing"! She was afraid that he would think of ways to torture her, so no matter how reluctant she was to give up her beloved bed, she gritted her teeth and got up.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she almost knelt down - her knees were bruised and purple, swollen to the size of a bowl, and every step she took was in excruciating pain.

When she thought of Yan Junqing at the door, Ye Jiangxue ignored the pain, took care of herself as quickly as possible, sat down on a chair in the study room of Chaohuang Palace, and waited for Yan Junqing to come.

After a while, the door of the study room was pushed open, and a corner of white clothes fell into her eyes. Ye Jiangxue raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that he was wearing a long white satin dress, his belt was made of gleaming purple ice gauze, and his sleeves and skirt were

They are all embroidered with elegant cloud patterns. When walking, their belts are flowing and their wide sleeves are touching the ground.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty." His voice was simple and elegant, with a hint of Qinghua and a subtle bamboo rhyme.

Ye Jiangxue held her cheeks in her hands and rested her arms on the table, looking dumbfounded - it should be said that she was really dumbfounded.

How could there be such a breathtaking man in the world, so beautiful, so upright and pure. He is truly like jade in a stranger, and a man without equal in the world...

"Your Highness?" Seeing that she didn't speak, he called again.

God gave birth to a man like Yan Junqing just to make all the women in the world go crazy. Well, how can she get him..."...Azui, actually, you can use these words more tactfully.

"She looked at the night sky sadly, looking at the sky speechlessly.

Just when Yezuibi was busy attacking the future empress and the future empress was busy secretly feeling aggrieved, Yan Junqing had already finished reading the eulogy. He walked off the platform, held up the bright yellow eulogy with both hands, and bowed in the direction of Yunling due east.

——Then, the ceremonial officers and the ministers who guarded the body carried the coffin and left the imperial capital for Yunling.

Because Ye Jiangxue's knees were swollen as big as steamed buns and there were blood clots the size of steamed buns on her forehead, she grabbed Yan Junqing and told him with snot and tears that she would never go back to the palace.

Yan Junqing had a cold face, but when she almost rolled up her pants in front of everyone to show him how miserable she was, he finally showed mercy and let her go back in a soft sedan.

At dawn, Ye Jiangxue dragged her scarred body back to Chaohuang Palace. What came out to greet her was the young eunuch and the palace maid whom she almost killed. Without saying a word, Ye Jiangxue shouted with straight eyes.

:"bed!"

Then, he fell to the ground with a "dong" sound.

The two looked at each other, one to the left and the other to the right, and dragged Ye Jiangxue, who had been tortured so badly by the Prime Minister, back to the bed.

For Yan Junqing, there is no lower limit to the term "black-bellied". Of course, it is impossible to let this unscrupulous woman go so easily.

The highest level of punishment is not physical abuse, but mental abuse.

When Ye Jiangxue's body was tortured, what followed was her soul... Early the next morning, before Ye Jiangxue got up, Yan Junqing was already standing at the door of Chaohuang Hall.

"Help! Help!"

Not like this, last night, no! To be exact, she just went to bed this morning. Why did she have to get up right away? She hasn't regained her fighting strength yet, okay?

"Your Highness, the Prime Minister has been waiting for a quarter of an hour. If you don't get up..." The little eunuch looked at Ye Jiangxue who was hiding in the bed, biting the quilt and wouldn't let go, and advised her in a low voice: "If you don't get up again..."

, the Prime Minister may be angry, Your Highness, if you make the Prime Minister angry, you will be even worse."

She is already in a miserable state now, okay?

Ye Jiangxue was allergic to the words "Yan Junqing"! She was afraid that he would think of ways to torture her, so no matter how reluctant she was to give up her beloved bed, she gritted her teeth and got up.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she almost knelt down - her knees were bruised and purple, swollen to the size of a bowl, and every step she took was in excruciating pain.

When she thought of Yan Junqing at the door, Ye Jiangxue ignored the pain, took care of herself as quickly as possible, sat down on a chair in the study room of Chaohuang Palace, and waited for Yan Junqing to come.

After a while, the door of the study room was pushed open, and a corner of white clothes fell into her eyes. Ye Jiangxue raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that he was wearing a long white satin dress, his belt was made of gleaming purple ice gauze, and his sleeves and skirt were

They are all embroidered with elegant cloud patterns. When walking, their belts are flowing and their wide sleeves are touching the ground.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty." His voice was simple and elegant, with a hint of Qinghua and a subtle bamboo rhyme.

Ye Jiangxue held her cheeks in her hands and rested her arms on the table, looking dumbfounded - it should be said that she was really dumbfounded.

How could there be such a breathtaking man in the world, so beautiful, so upright and pure. He is truly like jade in a stranger, and a man without equal in the world...

"Your Highness?" Seeing that she didn't speak, he called again.
Chapter completed!