but--

"There is no need to do anything to make me forgive you." He said, "Because I may do something that makes your majesty very angry, so your majesty does not need to take care of me, not at any time."

"Will you do something to make me angry?" Ye Jiangxue raised her eyes and looked at Yan Junqing without blinking. Her prime minister, the omnipotent prime minister, would also make her angry one day... This,

Probably not possible.

Yan Junqing did not answer her immediately. He put down the teacup and hugged her to his chest with both arms. After a moment, he murmured slightly, "Maybe... yes."

The voice was soft, Ye Jiangxue closed her eyes and let him hold her, not knowing whether she heard it or not...

[Drag away the shady prime minister]

The first day of the first year of the new year, when the empress ascended the throne, was of great significance. Lanterns were decorated and the festival was celebrated all night long, both inside and outside the palace.

After having a palace banquet, offering sacrifices to ancestors, paying homage to Huang Tian, ​​and paying homage to Hou Tu, when Ye Jiangxue was so exhausted that she could still breathe, she whined and scratched her paws, and she finally collapsed - in full view of everyone, Her Majesty the Empress

He ran away from the Yuan Banquet and left the mess to Yan Junqing and Biyun.

When the moon was high in the sky and snow was pressing down on the palace, Ye Jiangxue appeared alone in Zui Palace.

The Zui Palace is the most unique palace among the inner palaces. There are no maids, no guards, no chamberlains... There is only the owner of this palace, who has lived like this for seventeen years.

There was no need to inform at all. Ye Jiangxue dragged her complicated dress and stretched out her claws to push open the door of the main hall. In the huge drunken palace, a thick white wax was burning, and the shadow of the candle swayed, making it strange and unpredictable.

It was a cold winter, but there was no charcoal burning. The biting chill made Ye Jiangxue shrink her shoulders. Without wasting any time, she kicked open the door to the inner room - the slender young man sat in front of the dressing table with his back to her, having already expected her.

Coming, no surprise.

Ye Jiangxue lazily leaned against the door frame and yawned inaudibly, "Azui, today is the first day of the new year, can't you be more festive?"

White candle, ugh! It’s not about paying homage to the dead!

Ye Zuibi lowered his head and smiled faintly: "Sister, don't you remember? Today, sixteen years ago, was the day my father passed away."

Ye Jiangxue thought for a while, scratched her head and said helplessly: "I don't remember."

This is the truth. She originally received the memory of "Ye Jiangxue" and ignored things that she was not interested in. Lan Qingrang was one of the "not interested" and she would not use her brain to remember such things.

"Sister, I don't remember..." the young man sighed softly, and then smiled bitterly, "That's right, sister shouldn't remember, shouldn't care... Father, and I are the same."

Hearing these words, Ye Jiangxue's heart suddenly moved.

"Sister." The young man stood up from the dressing table and slowly turned around. His delicate and feminine eyebrows were dim under the dim candlelight. He bowed to Ye Jiangxue and said in a condensed voice: "I promise.

You, will help you bring down the Lan family."

When he said this, Ye Jiangxue had already walked in from the door.

The heavy dress exuded nobility and glory. Even in such a dark and cold place, she could not hide her imperial dignity. She walked slowly to the dressing table where Yezuibi had just been sitting, and she took his seat.

Go down.

Raising her eyes, she looked at his pale and handsome face with a faint smile, "So, what are Ah Zui's conditions?"
Chapter completed!