The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

This was the first time he called her by her first name.

Xia Ling looked at him.

She smiled and lowered her gaze.

"Second brother Ji is wise and decisive. If you don't want to talk about this with me, I have nothing to say."

"However, second brother Ji still remembers what I said. If you and I are like this, I am only lusting after your body. Of course, you can do the same to me."

"This is a small imperial palace. If I am willing, the king will not be able to trap me. If the king insists on taking in a concubine, then the day the king takes in a concubine will be the day I leave."

Ji Wenyuan asked, "Are you threatening me?"

The man's face darkened.

He looked at the woman who had her eyes lowered and her expression indifferent, and he felt a little irritated.

"Nihuang, is it because I've been too lenient with you that you've forgotten the current situation? You're no longer the empress of the Great Yan Kingdom. If you leave the palace, you won't be able to move an inch under my pursuit!"

Hearing his words, Xia Ling's lips curled up slightly. "Is that so, second brother Ji?"

Her expression had a hint of playfulness, but it inexplicably forced Ji Wenyuan into a panic.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly.

His expression was also dark. "Phoenix, before you do anything, think about the life of General Lin Lang. I believe that you can make a new decision."

Xia Ling still looked at him indifferently.

She had given him something that she could use against him. When she wanted to leave, she could naturally take it back.

Ji Wenyuan was frustrated. He exerted force in his hand, and Xia Ling stumbled. She was pulled by Ji Wenyuan and fell into his arms.

Holding her in his arms and smelling the faint smell of perilla on her body, Ji Wenyuan felt a little more at ease.

The carriage drove into the vermilion palace gates.

Xia Ling was once again sent back to Yangxin Palace Hall.

This time, the guards guarding her were even stricter.

The entire Yangxin Palace Hall was two steps away from one person, and the courtyard did not allow her to go. Such a degree of imprisonment was probably the only one in the entire Imperial Palace, right?

*

Xia Ling Sat in Yangxin Palace Hall.

These plain-colored gauze curtains were blown by the wind and fluttered about, making her feel as if they were an eyesore.

She tore them all off and had the palace maids help her change them to a vermilion color.

All the plain-colored palace clothes were cut into rags by her and had the palace maids help her change into a gorgeous color.

No matter how much she tossed and turned, the palace maids would satisfy all of her requests.

However, she couldn't even think about going out to Yangxin Palace Hall.

After about three to five days, Xia Ling heard the news that Princess Zhao Ning had been killed on the spot because of her evil schemes.

*

This Ji Wenyuan!

If it wasn't for the fact that Xia Ling didn't have any blood relations with the women of this dynasty, she wouldn't have been able to kill him.

Just because he had killed so many of her relatives, shouldn't she poison him and kill him in love?

*

Zhao Ning was dead, so Xia Ling naturally had to react.

In front of the palace maids, she set a fire in Yangxin Palace Hall.

The fire was put out by the palace maids before it even started.

Ji Wenyuan, who had been avoiding her, finally came over in exasperation.

He pressed her down, looked at the bright red veil covering the room, and looked at the fiery red clothes of the women of the Great Yan Kingdom.

His eyes darkened bit by bit.

"Nihuang! Are you declaring war on me?"

Xia Ling looked at him and smiled with her red lips.

*

After Ji Wenyuan fell asleep.

Xia Ling got up.

Her movements were very small, so Ji Wenyuan was not woken up.

Xia Ling raised her hand and pinched Ji Wenyuan's face again.

A man who looked like Ji Wenyuan was really a disaster. No wonder the women outside the palace were concerned about him.

She did not care if they were concerned about him.

It was just that Ji Wenyuan was too easy to get, so they did not know how to cherish him.

The empress ran with the ball?

No matter how ridiculous the method was, as long as it was useful, it was worthwhile.

*

She wore a simple dress outside the palace.

Xia Ling walked out of Yangxin Palace.

She went in and out of the entire palace as if there was no one there.

It was especially quiet tonight, as if the air was filled with the scent of a person sleeping soundly.

With Hai Hai, Xia Ling could go anywhere she wanted.

She had a child in her belly, and after saving Lin Lang and the female generals, she found a carriage outside the palace and left the imperial city overnight.

*

Ji Wenyuan woke up refreshed the next day.

"Nihuang..."

He looked to his side at first glance.

In the past, women were always tortured by him at night, so they were very lazy. When he got up, she was still asleep

He loved her face when she was sleeping, charming and beautiful.

When she was awake, Ji Wenyuan always felt that he could not touch her heart.

Only when she slept beside him and her sleeping face was quiet, did he have a real feeling of having her.

But this morning, everything seemed to be different.

The faint smile on Ji Wenyuan's lips froze when he saw the empty bed beside him.

He sat up.

The bed beside him had long turned cold. It was obvious that he had not left for a short while.

"Nihuang!"

He wore his middle clothes and hurriedly searched for her in Yangxin Palace Hall.

He did not even bother to put on his shoes and socks.

After searching around Yangxin Palace Hall, Ji Wenyuan's face instantly turned pale.

"Someone! Someone!"

He flipped over the table beside him and the teacups on the table shattered into pieces.

The palace maids waiting outside the palace rushed in.

At first glance, they saw the pale and dark-eyed emperor.

He stood beside the debris on the ground like an Asura.

"Neon, what the hell are you doing?"