Seeing her sad and crying, he no longer pressed questions or explored those hypothetical answers. His mind was filled with the content of the imperial edict that he saw in Anyang Palace that day, and just one glance made his heart skip a beat.

What would happen if she knew the truth? Would she say that he took advantage of the situation, or would she say that he was playing some conspiracy?

Clenching his hands tightly into fists, he stood up with a sarcastic smile and asked, "Yan'er, if it were me who ascended the throne of God, would you hate me?"

"Yes." Her Supa covered her eyes and her face, so that he could not see her expression clearly.

A heart was crushed and could never recover. The hands tightly clenched into fists were trembling, and the exposed veins were trembling.

He dismissed the throne. What he cared about was not the country of Beitang, nor the throne of the world's overlord. What he cared about was her.

In the past, she cared about whether he was in her heart, but now she no longer cared about her happiness. She was not the only woman in the prince's harem. She would rather serve the same husband with others than enjoy his favor alone.

Nangong Ye couldn't figure out whether she was too ruthless or he was too infatuated.

"Ye, please! Help Ao, don't look at my shortcomings, for the sake of him being your brother, help him." When she thought of Nangong Ao being in trouble, her heart tugged together.

Looking at the little hand tightly grasping his sleeve, he stood there holding his breath and remaining silent.

"Ye, letting Ao ascend to the throne of God is my greatest wish in this life." She humbly begged him with red eyes.

She begged him so humbly for a man, and his heart ached as if it had been pulled through by a saw.

He stretched out his hand to hold her soft and cold little hand, and opened it finger by finger, "Yan'er, destiny cannot be violated." He couldn't bear to say those hurtful words to her, so he could only attribute everything to destiny. This time he

You really have to respect God's will.

"Ye, since you know that destiny cannot be violated, why don't you be a favor and help Ao?" Cao Yan shouted as she watched him leave.

Nangong Ye was stunned when she heard this. She said that destiny cannot be violated and asked him to be a favor. Yan'er, do you know what destiny is?

He walked outside and stopped in the yard, looking up at the sunny sky. Looking at the vast sky, his heart felt extremely heavy, and warm liquid fell from the corners of his eyes.

Under the sky, killings are everywhere. Such bloody scenes are actually God's will.

God's will cannot be violated, Yan'er, do you know what God's will is?

The fourth prince, Nangong Feng, gathered a large number of dead men outside the palace to wait for their orders. The eighth prince, who had the same mother as the fourth prince, and Nangong Chen, who had never been interested in political affairs, actually used his sharp tongue to instigate Yang, the governor of the capital of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

In the fight, the most important thing is the emperor's legacy, and the person who succeeds is not Ao.

Yan'er, Ao is now surrounded by enemies. Do you think it is God's will for him to ascend to the throne of God? Do you accept this God's will?

Nangong Ye left Cao Yan with unspeakable grief. Such a meeting really broke his heart. It was fine if he didn't love him, but he still wanted him to help his love rival.

What did she say? She didn't look at her thin face, but because Ao was his brother, she asked him to help Ao ascend to the throne of God.

Does Ao think of him as his younger brother? No, right? He has long been regarded as an enemy that hinders his ascension to the throne!

The woman he loved asked him to help the enemy, but he refused. The refusal was so heartbreaking.

She said that if he ascended to the throne of God, would she hate him? Would she? Why should she hate him? He didn't fight or rob him, it was just God's will!

"Third Prince!" Nangong Ye was quietly in his own world. A clear female voice pulled him out of that painful world.

He stopped and raised his eyes, and unexpectedly met a pair of bright black eyes. He frowned and said displeasedly, "Why is Concubine Wan here?"

The angry tone made Ye Wange smile, "Is it possible that the Third Prince can walk this way, but I can't?" she asked jokingly.

He was stunned after hearing this, and for a long time he felt that he had said something wrong. He lived in the palace, and it was normal for him to appear on the road to the palace.

He looked at her and twitched the corner of her mouth, "Farewell."

"Slow down." Seeing that he was about to leave, she stopped him.

Hearing her voice, Nangong Ao frowned. As he thought, her thoughts here were not pure.

Suddenly he looked back at her, a pair of sharp eyes staring at her as if to see through her.

Ye Wange stood there with her back straight, a pair of black eyes staring at him without any objection, meeting his gaze, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Why did you stop me?" Nangong Ye asked inquiringly.

Seeing his cannibalistic gaze, she raised a smile and said, "Third Prince, why are you looking at me so fiercely?"

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched and he smiled for a moment, "Concubine Wan is joking. My concubines all say that my eyes are gentle, but Concubine Wan can actually see the ferocity in my eyes?" He paused and then said, "Concubine Wan, could it be that I have gentle eyes?"

Is there a knife hidden in your heart?"

"Hahaha!" Ye Wange laughed loudly after hearing this.

"Third Prince, everyone has a knife in their heart, but the sharpness of this knife is different from the person it refers to." Ye Wange looked at him and said with a hint.

"Oh!" He responded meaningfully, and his eyes immediately became gloomy, "Who does Concubine Wan's sword point at?"

She stood there, looking at Nangong Ye with soft eyes and said, "Who is the third prince's sword pointing at?"

When she asked a question without answering, his fierce eyes became turbid as if someone had poured them into muddy water, and it was hard to see what his expression was.

Two people stood facing each other, with four eyes facing each other. One pair was turbid, the other was clear and transparent. One target was floating and uncertain, and the other target was precise and clear.

Ye Wange lowered her eyes for a moment, then raised her head and looked at him and said, "Third Prince, this is your thing, it should be returned to its original owner." She reached out and took out the folding fan from her sleeve.

Nangong Ye glanced at the folding fan. He thought he had left it with Cao Yan, but he didn't expect it to be in her hand.

He didn't know how the fan got to her, so he looked at her suspiciously with a pair of black eyes.

Looking at his suspicious eyes, she said, "Third Prince, don't worry too much, I just picked it up accidentally in the garden."

"It's just a fan. Concubine Wan, thank you for bothering me." Nangong Ye held the fan tightly in his hand and said nonchalantly.

Ye Wange laughed after hearing this and said, "If I had known that the Third Prince didn't care so much, I wouldn't have returned it to its original owner."

Nangong Ye heard this and replied, "If Concubine Wan likes it, I will send someone to give Concubine Wan some handfuls tomorrow."

Hearing that he wanted to give her some fans, she smiled and said, "I only like the one the Third Prince has. Can the Third Prince give it to me?"

When he heard that she asked for the one in his hand, he frowned and said, "I have used this one, so it is not appropriate to give it to you. I will send someone to give a few to Concubine Wan tomorrow."

Ye Wange heard him say reluctantly, "No, I don't like the fan, I only like the words on it. I stare at it for a lifetime and can't wait to look back for a moment." She faintly recited the words on the folding fan.

Nangong Ye's expression suddenly changed after hearing this, but he calmly regained his composure, "It's just an arty word. Does Concubine Wan like it so much?"

"Don't you like it, Third Prince?" Ye Wange asked with narrowed eyes.

Nangong Ye heard this and replied, "I don't like these things, I only like good wine and beautiful people." He returned to his frivolous look and said.

Ye Wange didn't tell him off after hearing this, she just said, "Whose portrayal is this? Could it be that it was given to the Third Prince by an infatuated lover who admires it? If this is the case, the Third Prince will be really blessed."

With such a steadfast woman guarding the Third Prince in this world, the Third Prince will not live his life in vain." She said indifferently, not looking at Nangong Ye's stern face.

When she stopped, he immediately replied, "No, it's just that the person who gave me the fan just picked it up casually."

"Oh, I thought it was written by the Third Prince. It looks like a portrayal of the Third Prince's mood." Ye Wange said boldly.

Nangong Ye was guessed by her. He looked at her with a sullen face and said, "It's not me. I'm too busy having fun every day. I don't have time to do such mundane things." He defended hurriedly,

He glared at Ye Wange angrily.

Ye Wange guessed his thoughts several times, which felt very bad, so he left in a hurry without giving Ye Wange a chance to speak.

Ye Wange stood there and watched his leaving figure. His white clothes were fluttering, and golden sunlight shone on his body, making him move to a golden edge. The wind blew his white clothes, making him look like a person from the fairy world.

"He is no worse than Nangong Ao, the True Dragon Emperor." Looking at his handsome back, she sighed with emotion.

Nangong Ye held the lost folding fan tightly in his hand, cherishing it like a rare treasure. This folding fan was given to him by Cao Yan. Ye Wange guessed correctly that he had written the words above.

"Whoa!" With a sound, he opened the folding fan and was shocked when he saw the fan.

There is an extra line of words, and the silk embroidery seems to have been written by a woman.

"Love will last forever, don't ask for dependence, give everything you have, and protect you without worries." Looking at the newly added words on the fan, Nangong Ye felt conflicted in his heart.

He has been in love with her all his life, but he has not loved her to the point of asking for nothing in return. He also longs for her to return his love for her, but it is a pity that she has no feelings for him as a man and a woman.

Walking on the winding road, when passing by the rockery stone, I heard the chirping voice of a little girl behind the rockery stone. A little girl said, "Our Empress Hui is pregnant, will His Highness the Prince dote on her more?"

"Well, of course. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince loves us Concubine Hui the most, and the person he likes most in his heart is also Concubine Hui."

"On that day, when our Concubine Hui fainted, His Highness the Crown Prince came over from the Crown Princess. I heard that the Crown Princess was also sick at that time and vomited a piece of blood. At that time, the Crown Prince heard that Concubine Hui fainted, so he left her behind.

I came to see the Crown Princess Hui Fei."

"Yes, I heard about it! The Crown Princess is just a false name. When the Crown Prince ascends to the throne of God and our Concubine Hui gives birth to a dragon son, our Concubine Hui will definitely be given the title of Queen."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, watch your mouth!"

"Well, it's okay. This place is hidden. We've been taking a break here, haven't we been discovered by anyone?"

"That's true!"

"Anyway, be careful and don't say nonsense, otherwise you will lose your head..."

Nangong Ye listened to all the words of the two little girls who were chatting lazily. These words stirred up in his heart and made him feel uncomfortable. Shen Ruhui was pregnant. After Nangong Ao ascended the throne of God, Nangong Aohui
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