In this way, as smart as she is, she should know what he is thinking...right?

After thinking about it, the young prime minister raised his thin lips, smiled with unparalleled beauty, tenderly held the girl in his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Just as he was falling asleep, the pretty little face on his chest moved slightly, and his eyes slowly narrowed with a trace of water - Jun Qing, don't you blame me, do you really not?

He won't blame her.

Of course he wouldn't blame her!

"Dang--" The jade cup fell off his finger and shattered to pieces on the ground. The Prime Minister, who had always been calm and unfazed by favors and humiliations, was quietly looking at His Majesty the Empress above the throne without saying a word.

Not only him, but all the officials present, except Biyun who held the imperial edict and the empress whose face could not be seen clearly under the jade hair, were all dumbfounded.

just……

What did they hear?

seem……

It seems that the empress has issued a decree to recruit the descendants of the six royal ministers to accompany him in the palace!

And - it is stated that the emperor's husband will be selected from six people!

It was a wonderful reunion night banquet on the 15th, but after the Prime Minister broke the jade cup and the blue clouds rolled up the imperial edict, the palace was silent.

There was snow falling all over the sky outside the palace, and the lights inside the palace were dazzling. The ministers who had just been giving congratulations had their breath stuck in their throats, and they couldn't make any sound. Instead, Yan Junqing, who had broken the jade cup, moved slowly, slowly.

The corners of his stiff lips tightened.

"My lord, I obey the order."

He walked to the main hall, faced the high-ranking Ye Jiangxue, knelt down and accepted the imperial edict.

Not only did Ye Jiangxue want to select the emperor's husband among the descendants of the six imperial ministers, but he also named Yan Junqing to select a handsome young master on his behalf - this was another stab in Yan Junqing's chest!

Her Majesty the Empress's voice was as before, even with some approval, "Then I have Prime Minister Lao. The Prime Minister has been chosen by me. He must be the best among men. I am waiting for good news."

"Yes." Yan Junqing straightened his eyes, and swallowed back the rusty gas rising in his chest.

"I'm tired, you all can enjoy yourself. I'll go back to the palace first." The empress stood up, wearing a court dress with embroidered phoenix patterns that stung Yan Junqing's eyes. He knelt on the ground alone, watching the woman step down from the high position.

, passing by him, his fingers could even touch the skirt of her skirt... just for a moment.

The empress left, and the others still didn't dare to speak.

say what?

They all knew that the empress fell in love with Yan Junqing, but they ignored her and tried to propose marriage again and again, and even made a one-year appointment... Why did the empress change her mind after only half a year?

Not only did he change his mind, but he also left the selection of the emperor's husband to Yan Junqing, which invisibly caused Yan Junqing to completely lose face!

What the hell happened?

After a long time, Yan Junqing stood up, holding on to the ground of the Golden Brick Imperial Road. His dark eyes swept across the six imperial ministers present, and he said calmly: "I take my leave, everyone, please excuse me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, his body a little stooped and it was difficult to walk.

The six imperial ministers who were left behind looked at each other, and their backs stiffened in unison - the matter between the emperor and the prime minister was getting worse!

After walking out of the palace, Yan Junqing did not return to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but walked slowly towards the Qingliang Palace. After taking just a few steps, he suddenly frowned and the pain in his chest erupted.

"puff--"

Blood stained the white snow on the ground, with dots of scarlet.

He silently lowered his head and looked at the white ground, the bright red blood, and his lips that were almost cyan white. His white hair, which was originally like silver satin, was messily scattered on his shoulders, and there was no color at all against his peerless face.

"Wrong..." He murmured to himself, "Wrong, after all... I thought wrong..."
Chapter completed!