Murong Haochen noticed that the woman behind him was standing there, unwilling to follow him.

"If the emperor continues to mess around, I will leave." She really didn't understand what he wanted. Her anxious heart could not calm down.

"If I wasn't injured, would you be so nervous?" He lowered his body, just to get the words from her mouth.

Ye Yilan didn't hesitate too much and said: "No."

When he heard this from her mouth, his smile was so cold and dejected.

"Lan'er, I..."

Seeing him reaching out, Ye Yilan subconsciously took her hand back. She had always hidden the letter in her sleeve so that he could not find this letter, especially the letter from Murong Haoli.

Although she didn't know what he said in the letter, she could vaguely feel uneasy.

I don’t know how long I should keep this secret secret.

Murong Haochen's hand stayed in the air awkwardly, and a hint of self-aware smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He hugged her who was about to leave, her tender eyes slightly rippled: "I just want to exchange your heart with my sincerity."

"I'm afraid, I will disappoint the emperor."

Do you really want to change your heart?

She doesn't need this sincerity, she just wants an ordinary life.

She didn't even bother to get involved in the palace's struggle.

She let go of the hand in her arms and stared into the gentle gaze in his eyes. Every time such eyes made her daydream, it always made her extremely stable. The curve of her lips raised, she said lightly: "If the emperor's injury has not healed,

, just don't use your strength, I won't leave."

"The pain just now is real." He hugged Ye Yilan into his arms and nestled her in his arms. At that moment, the woman in his arms was unusually calm. "But as soon as I saw you, I felt much better."

The forced smile on his lips gradually disappeared.

Looking at the sleeves, I wanted to open the letter.
Chapter completed!