"No! My Buddha's most precious treasure must not fall into the hands of Fanxu's people!" Pan Lao was furious, "Now everyone in the world knows that this woman is going to marry Emperor Ye, and she will soon be Fanxu's empress! How can the holy king do this?
Are you entangled with this woman again? If this spreads, won’t the world laugh at you!”
An Yi just wanted to roll his eyes while listening.
What are you afraid of spreading?
The fact is that this matter has already been spread, okay?
Three years ago, before their Holy Lord was sure of his intentions, he had a huge quarrel with Emperor Ye for her, and even went to war. Now, just giving her a bracelet, what's the big deal.
I'm afraid that as long as she wants it, even the stars in the sky, the Holy Lord will pick them for her.
"What do you mean?" Ban Lao stared at An Yi with a gloomy face.
How could An Yi hide his inner thoughts in front of a man like Ban Lao?
Ban Lao saw through An Yi's thoughts at a glance.
An Yi immediately shrank into a quail shape.
Ban Lao snorted coldly.
"If you don't go ahead and say it, I'll go ahead! Even with the risk of being punished by the Holy Lord, I have to say it!"
"Hey Ban Lao, please wait, don't be impulsive..." An Yi was so frightened that he hurriedly blocked in front of Ban Lao.
Suddenly, a secret guard came to report something.
"What's wrong?"
"Sir, Emperor Fanxuye sent...this thing."
"Isn't this..." An Yi's eyes fell on the familiar box. Isn't this something that the Holy Lord sent to Fanxu Yeji Palace two days ago? Why does it appear here?
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in An Yi's heart.
"Ye Di's people also sent a message, saying, saying..."
"What on earth did you say?!" Ban Lao was anxious.
The man was sweating coldly and gritted his teeth and said, "The Holy Lord said that something he left behind in Yeji Palace should be returned to its original owner. If the Holy Lord is willing, please invite the Holy Lord to attend the national wedding ceremony in two months' time."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind blew through the entire courtyard.
The air suddenly dropped.
"Holy, holy king?!"
An Yi looked at one place and realized that he didn't know when Di Qianjue was standing there, and he didn't know how long he had been listening.
When he thought about what the secret guard said just now, he couldn't help but shudder.
He had almost anticipated the wrath of the Holy King.
Ye Di's words may sound fine, but in fact every word is precious and every sentence is heartbreaking. This is completely declaring possessiveness and slapping the Holy Lord in the face!
With his back to the light, Di Qianjue's face was hidden in the shadows, making his expression unclear.
But the three people in the hospital felt like it was the end of the world.
Just when they thought something was going to happen, Di Qianjue's calm voice came, "Bring me the things."
"...Ah? Yes, yes."
The man immediately sent the things over, but felt uneasy in his heart.
However, Di Qianjue only took the things and without saying a word, he took the box and turned around and entered the palace.
Shouldn't this be right?
How could the Holy Lord be so calm?
An Yi looked confused.
"Are you overthinking it?"
Ban Lao on the side gave him a blank look.
Something that doesn’t last long!
The more the Holy Lord behaves like this, the more he shows that he has not let go!
"The calm before the storm..."
Ban Lao sighed helplessly, leaving An Yi with a confused look on his face and walked away.
An Yi: "..."
Inside the sleeping hall.
Di Qian looked desperately at the box on the table, holding it gently with his hands on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.
Open the box, the light shines, and the bracelet is placed inside intact.
He took it out. It was as black as ink, just like its name, like stars in the night sky. It was so clean that it reminded him of that woman's clear eyes.
Like a demonic barrier, it lingers in my mind and cannot go away.
