When Ye Yilan arrived, the building was already empty.

Only he is still here.

There was no joy on his face, and he sat on the ground dejectedly.

Looking at the deserted court hall, I felt a trace of sadness in my heart.

He noticed that she was slowly approaching him: "As you said, I got my wish."

"But you are not happy? Is this throne really that important to you?"

"Whether it's important or not, so what." He had never cared about it, but it was all fate.

He and she are both imprisoned by fate.

"Do you still believe me?"

letter?

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, already looking down on it: "Since Your Highness, no. Ever since the moment the Emperor brought me into the palace, there has been no trust at all."

It is reasonable to hear such a reply.

He had done so much, but he still couldn't earn back her trust.

However, these things are all for her.

He didn't want to use this to beg her to fall in love with him.

"Lan'er——"

She suddenly stood up and stared at her. The moment he stretched out his hand, she shook off his hand and said, "Don't call me that."

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and held her gently in his arms.

His movements were not as domineering as before, and every inch of his breath spread over Ye Yilan's body.

He closed his eyes and took in her body fragrance carefully.

The moment he held her in his arms, his whole body was relaxed. He pressed close to her cheek and kissed her intimately: "Do you know how much I want to call you Lan'er every time you appear in front of me? At this moment,

I finally got what I wanted."

"Lan'er, from today on, you are my Murong Haochen's woman. You can only belong to me."

"But the Emperor does not belong to me alone."

She could never become Murong Haoli's woman in this life, he was her destination.

He would never force himself like Murong Haochen, nor would he want to occupy someone tyrannically.

She didn't dare to approach Murong Haochen, she was afraid of every time he came close

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at that charming side face, and breathed softly into his ear: "I will give you the pair you want for the rest of your life."

I never told him about this, and how did I know what I had always expected.

He gently held her face in his hands and ran his fingertips around her lips.

His lips moved closer to hers little by little, and Ye Yilan always remembered that his kiss occupied her when she fell into the lake.

Lift her body up and slowly approach her.

Ye Yilan was too shy to look at him, and couldn't use her fists in front of him at all.

Holding her chin, his blurred eyes wandered over her stunning face.

Her eyes were never on him, how could he allow her not to look at him.

He saw her frowning and looking at him with disgust.

The more she behaves like this, the more domineering he becomes in asking for her.

The overbearing kiss did not make him stop. It eroded her breath bit by bit, tossing and turning.

At this moment, her mind went blank, and she was at his mercy.

He held Ye Yilan's body tightly, and at that moment he was crazy.

As if she was drunk, he carried her into the dragon chair.

Ye Yilan had no way to retreat, so she grabbed his hand and stopped him immediately: "Your Majesty, don't—"

Every time Ye Yilan would hold her hand, she would beg him. But today, he would not let her go: "I said that from today on, you are my concubine, so why not?"

"The late emperor has not yet been buried in the earth. How can the emperor do such a thing on the dragon throne? This is an insult to the holy face."

How could he do such a shameful thing to himself here?

Even if she is his concubine, she does not want to be in the same room with him.

"Does Lan'er mean to go back to the palace and serve me well?"

He leaned over her ear and joked.

"Your Majesty, don't joke with me."

"I have always been serious and never joked with you."

Her collar slid off mercilessly, revealing her white collarbone in front of his eyes.

The people below were begging and begging: "Your Majesty, I beg you, don't do this -"

"What's this?"

Just as he was about to kiss me, he wanted to pick up the items hanging around his neck, but she tried her best to protect them.

"That day you fell, I had to rely on the whistle to find you."

Hearing him muttering softly, taking advantage of this gap, Ye Yilan put on her messy clothes and knelt in front of him, pleading: "Please, Your Majesty, let me go!"

She actually knelt in front of him, begging him to let her go.

After finally keeping her in the palace, how could he just let her go?

He warned: "What are you doing? Please let me go. Unless you fall in love with me."

"I have something to report to the emperor."

Feiyu didn't know what was going on in the palace, so he got up to report something important.

Murong Haochen stood in front of her and dismissed him: "Get out of here."

"Yes, I am resigning."

Half-crouching, he held her in his arms and tried to wipe away her tears. She was so scared that she subconsciously grabbed her clothes.

He didn't pay attention to that action and gently wiped her cheek with his hand.

He embraced her and kissed her forehead: "I will never do such a thing again in the future. From now on, will you still choose to believe in me, Lan'er?"

He called softly, but there was no response from the person in his arms.

Seeing her face turn red, and touching her forehead, I realized she was having a fever.

I had been teasing her all this time and had never noticed anything strange about her body.

You really deserve to die.

He took off his coat and put it firmly on her body.

"Your Majesty, the old slave of the late Emperor's body has been arranged."

"Sorry, Manager Xia." He glanced at the person in his arms and realized that everything today was too hasty.

"I will send Ye Yilan back to the palace and deal with this matter later."

"Old slave, I would like to send you to your Majesty."

As soon as I heard the news of the late emperor's death this morning, I couldn't wait to enter the palace.

As soon as he saw Murong Haochen, he ran to him excitedly: "Ji'er sees that the emperor is safe..."

"Get out of my way——"

His eyes were always looking at Ye Yilan, and he didn't want to pay attention to irrelevant people.

He ordered: "Feiyu, hurry up and ask the imperial doctor to Qinlan Palace."

Yesterday, Murong Haochen specially arranged the palace where she would live in the future, and he named the palace himself.

The eldest grandson Guanji stepped back with an aggrieved face, and saw that the woman in his arms was Ye Yilan. Her clothes were slightly messy.

It turns out that you have always been with her.

The eldest grandson Guanji walked into the hall, but it was a pity that she could not hear the written edict with her own ears today.

When she learned that he had become the new emperor, she was more excited than anything else.

Sharp-eyed Su Ying pointed forward: "Princess, there seems to be something next to the dragon chair."

"Go and get it yet."

"Princess, this is a woman's belt." She looked at it carefully and thought of the woman that the emperor was holding just now: "Could it be the woman that His Highness was holding just now? That woman couldn't be..."
To be continued...