"Are these people coming to deal with me just for the little money from the Ye family? If that's the case, then these people can go to the Ye family to grab it?" Ye Wange asked inexplicably.

When the Eighth Prince heard Ye Wange's words, he said, "Your identity is also an important reason for bringing you danger."

When Ye Wange heard the Eighth Prince's words, she understood that there were many people coveting the position of the Queen, and there were countless people who wanted to pull her out of this position!

"There are too many people who are looking for the position of Queen. All of these people want to let this palace die without a place to bury it." Ye Wange said miserably.

Hearing what Ye Wange said so miserably, the Eighth Prince said, "At this time, you must take the initiative to prevent problems before they happen."

The low voice of the Eighth Prince came into Ye Wange's ears. She looked at him with a sad smile, "Take the initiative, I have the ability to kill the dog emperor, kill the empress dowager, and punish those who hold hands,

Join forces to deal with my concubines?”

Seeing Ye Wange's depressed fighting spirit, the Eighth Prince held her hand tightly and said, "Don't be so negative. You have a good control of the current situation."

When Ye Wange heard the Eighth Prince's words, she pulled her hand out of his warm palm and said, "I am like a trapped beast fight now, surrounded by tightly. I don't know where to rush out."

Ye Wange was in a state of depression now. The Eighth Prince looked at her biting her lip tightly, as if she was about to cry. He comforted softly, "Don't be so depressed, things have not developed to the point where they cannot be controlled."

Ye Wange looked at the Eighth Prince with tears in her eyes, "I'm tired, this kind of plan is too tiring! I can't hold on anymore!" As she said that, her tears fell.

Ye Wange was a little willful at this time, and the Eighth Prince comforted softly, "If you feel tired, just follow me. I will take you to the ends of the world and never come back."

The Eighth Prince hopes that Ye Wange can give up everything now and follow her.

Ye Wange heard the Eighth Prince's old words and mentioned them again. She pushed away the Eighth Prince's hand, turned her back and reached out to wipe away the tears from her face.

The shallow moonlight shot straight from the air and hit Ye Wange's back. The Eighth Prince watched the dim light hit her back. The still light and shadow turned into rhythmic floating light as the trembling of her body.

Just like the ripples on the calm lake surface, he was disturbed.

He stood behind her, half of his face hidden in the darkness, half of his face with dim moonlight, looking at her trembling back, half of his face with a half light, half of his dark face as terrifying as ghosts.

Ye Wange wiped away the tears on her face and calmed her chaotic mood. She turned her back to the Eighth Prince and said, "It's getting late, I'm going back!"

When the Eighth Prince heard her hoarse voice, his tail sound was still crying. He frowned and felt uncomfortable.

He wanted to give her a broad shoulder and let her rely on her when she was in pain and helplessness. Unfortunately, she didn't want it. Although she wanted it, he might not be able to let her rely on her, but he still wanted to do his best.

Go and protect her.

After Ye Wange finished speaking for a long time, she didn't hear the Eighth Prince's voice. She sniffed, raised her head and swallowed the tears in her eyes, and said stiffly, "I'm leaving!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she just raised her feet, before the raised feet landed, she suddenly stopped in the air, and a pair of powerful arms climbed up to her waist from behind her.

She looked down at her arms that circled her waist, and said in a gentle and somewhat blocked voice, "Let go."

Hearing Ye Wange's soft scolding, the Eighth Prince not only did not let go, but instead tightened her arms and wrapped her tightly in her arms, "Don't be angry! We don't have much time to meet!"

Although he knows martial arts and can come and go freely, every time he comes to see her, he feels like he is farewell forever and cannot bear to separate from her.

Only the person who loves the heart-wrenching feeling of separation can be felt by him.

If you love deeply, you will be hurt deeply, and his heart will be full of holes.

Tear open his chest and take out his heart, it must be devastated. He endured this pain alone, gritted his teeth and persevered, just to look at her.

He hugged her tightly, put his jaw on her shoulders, feeling her unique taste.

Ye Wange stood there, her body tense, letting him hold her like this, and the tears that had swallowed back couldn't help but slid out of her eyes.

Ye Wange stood there, her heart slowly began to soften her heart, and when she was about to surrender to reality, she heard footsteps from far to near.

The footsteps were very rhythmic, and Ye Wange heard that it was the small ruler that went to get the medicine and was back.

She wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeve, shook her shoulders, and forced herself to say in ruthless words, "Let me go, don't come to me in the future!"

When the Eighth Prince heard her heartless words, he did not let her go in anger. Instead, his arms increased the force, tightly tying her waist, and carrying her body to his arms.

"Let go!" Ye Wange struggled hard.

The Eighth Prince seemed to have not heard her angry words, but still hugged her on his own.

"You go!" Ye Wange stopped struggling and began to treat the Eighth Prince with cold words.

When the Eighth Prince heard Ye Wange drive him away, he opened his lips and asked softly, "Don't you feel heartbroken when you say things against your will again and again?"

His hand moved upwards, stopped at her heart and patted it gently, and said softly again, "Can't you feel heartache here?"

When Ye Wange heard his words, tears flowed like a flood that opened the gate. She opened her mouth and choked for a long time, "No!"

Hearing her words so against her will, he murmured, "I will hurt! I will hurt here!" His hands slapped her in her heart and gestured to her.

Ye Wange's heart was cut by his deep affection and was hurt everywhere. It was not her heartlessness, but the fact that it was too cruel.

She was almost unable to control her heart. His words were not only sensational, but also melted her heart that thought was colder than ice.

He reached out to break his hand, "Let go! The small ruler is here!"

The Eighth Prince also heard the footsteps, but the footsteps stopped not far away and did not approach this direction, so he did not listen to her and let go of his hand holding her.

"Tell me, your truth?" the Eighth Prince asked.

He asked vaguely, but she understood what he wanted, and she wanted him to say those words.

She liked him, which was her truth, but she couldn't say it.

Standing there, her small hands held her big hands without breaking them hard, but just held them gently and said, "I am the emperor's person, your emperor's sister-in-law, just remember this!"

Hearing this, the Eighth Prince laughed, moved tightly to her body, and backwards. She felt that his horn was not so tight, and immediately spread his hands with her hands.

She didn't use much effort to break his hand apart. She just turned around and saw him, her heart trembled, and her heart hurt like a sword that was cut into pieces.

The Eighth Prince's deep eyes were filled with pain and despair.

He looked at her, squirming his lips but couldn't make any sound. His throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, and he couldn't make any sound.

The Eighth Prince looked at Ye Wange and nodded hard, making a hoarse and low sound from his throat. Then he spoke and said, "I don't allow you to walk around in my world. You are here, in mine."

If you have a mark in your heart, I will not allow you to disappear unless I die!"

Hearing this, Ye Wange bit her lips hard, and she replied to the question, "It's really late, it's time to leave!"

After saying that, she walked forward ruthlessly, and he stood there, a clear moonlight shining on his head, dyeing his thick black hair a layer of cold ice, making him shine with cold light.

The Eighth Prince looked at Ye Wange's back and said, "I will wait for you. Although there is no deadline for that day, I will wait for you forever until I am gray-haired, with tinnitus, eyes blurred, and bent my legs! I will use the rest of my life

Keep waiting! I don’t believe you can look back at me for the rest of your life!”

Every time the Eighth Prince said something, Ye Wange felt that someone had a heavy hammer and knocked her heart.

She kept walking forward, but her steps slower and slower until her legs were like a thousand pounds of lead and she could no longer walk.

"Why do you have to do this? It's my fault to hurt your heart, but you have to understand that I'm more sad than you. If you keep being obsessed like this, I'm more sad than you?" She couldn't help crying as she said.

Get up.

The Eighth Prince looked at Ye Wange, stood not far ahead of him, trembling with his shoulders and cried. He ran over and hugged her again, and said with a choking voice, "You don't have to be sad, everything is what I'm willing to do, as long as

It's enough for you to like me."

Hearing his words, she no longer dared to speak out and cried silently.

The Eighth Prince hugged her from behind Ye Wange. She turned around, glanced at him, and buried her head in his chest.

She lay on his chest, causing tears from her eyes to sink into his clothes, penetrated his skin and rolled into his heart.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, with a shallow moon above their heads and stars on their heads. At this time, the Eighth Prince felt that time was quiet and Ye Wange felt that he would be with you and would be unshakable in this life.

Just as both of them were immersed in beauty, the sound of the small ruler pulled them back to the bloody reality, pulling them from heaven to hell.

"Empress, it's getting late, it's time to go back!" Xiaozi said as he glanced at the two people hugging each other tightly.

The small ruler stood there, frightened and sweating all over. It was not that he was timid, but that the two people hugged each other not far from him were too brave.
Chapter completed!