Xiyue looked at Qingli in front of her and couldn't help but be stunned.

Qingli wore a bright yellow dress today. The hem of the skirt hung curlingly behind her. The golden tube top was embroidered with gorgeous peonies. It was covered with a snow-white gauze and a slender green silk ribbon around her waist.

A bouquet makes the waist look slimmer and graceful.

Just like the new buds sprouting from the green branches in spring, they are fresh and attractive.

Xiyue was very thoughtful, and when she saw Qingli dressed like this, she knew what she was going to do.

In his heart, he despised Qingli a little, but he didn't show it.

"Your Majesty, you'd better go back first. The emperor has summoned the imperial concubine to sleep with you today." Xiyue said.

Qingli's face turned red when he saw that she had seen through his thoughts.

She didn't know how much courage she mustered up to come here dressed like this, but now it seemed like she was humiliating herself.

She bit her lip helplessly and was about to turn around and leave, but Murong Che's deep voice came from the hall.

"Let her in."

Qing Li slowly entered the bedroom. When Murong Che saw her dress, he raised his eyebrows and looked at her calmly.

Qingli's face turned red before he could speak.

The courage she had mustered up had gone somewhere, but now she was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Murong Che took a sip of hot tea and said, "Why do you come to see me so late?"

Qingli didn't know what to do, she just looked at him helplessly, hoping that he could understand her thoughts.

Murong Che turned a blind eye and said coldly: "If there is nothing else, just go back first, I want to go to bed."

"I, I made dumplings last time, but you didn't come..."

In panic, she could only find such a lame excuse.

Murong Che still said calmly: "Oh, Concubine Cai's foot was sprained that day, so I went to her palace."

Pooh!

Her ankle is sprained and you still invite her to sleep with you?

Qingli was a little unhappy and saw that Murong Che was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Qingli thought at a loss, men are always fond of the new and dislike the old, just like his father, who obviously already has so many concubines in the palace, but still has to draft a draft every year to fill the harem.

Is he tired of himself?

In addition to panic, there was also a strange emotion in my heart, which was sour and swollen.

Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Murong Che raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then lowered his eyes to continue drinking tea.

Qingli frowned and continued to struggle.

What should I do, should I just give up like this? But I was a little unwilling to do so. Qingli looked at Murong Che who was indifferent and thought, forget it, just give it a go!
Chapter completed!