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When the smoke in the room dispersed, Yan Mo Chen's bloodshot eyes finally appeared. He looked at Xiyue, who was standing beside the bed and ignoring his orders, with an ashen face. His thin lips slightly parted as he coldly shouted, "I said step down!"

The internal energy in Yan Mo Chen's palm slowly gathered together. It was as if he would make her disappear forever if she didn't appear in front of him in one second.

She knew that if she didn't leave now, she definitely wouldn't be able to avoid a fierce punishment. However, if she left, she really wouldn't be able to relax and face the Regent alone.

"Thank you, your majesty!" When she was about to leave, she looked at Joe with a face full of worry, then turned and left. In the palace compound, no matter how angry the Regent was, he wouldn't dare to do anything to the Emperor in public, not to mention … Xiyue slightly lowered her head. For some reason, there was a strange feeling in her heart, as if the current Emperor was no longer the same as before.

"Creak ~" The door to the inner hall was shut tightly, but Qiao Qiao still licked her full, tender, red lips. She slowly extended her boneless little hands towards Yan Mo Chen again. "Yan Yan, there's no one else in the room. There's no need to be cautious."

"Stop pretending!" Yan Mo Chen said coldly.

"Pretend?" Qiao Qiao's large innocent eyes kept blinking. She did not believe that this fellow could see that her soul had already changed.

"Who are you?" Yan Mo Chen's face fell and he quickly made his move. He held onto Qiao Qiao's slender neck, which looked as if it could be broken with a single snap.

"You're still saying you don't like her? Look, when he just left, I couldn't help but touch her neck." Qiao Qiao still intentionally pulled on her long hair and slightly nodded with a flirtatious look on her face, but in reality, a glint flashed across her eyes. With her skill, she would definitely be able to avoid Yan Mo Chen's sudden attack, but she suffered this blow. If he withdrew his hand now, there would definitely be a deep red imprint of his fingers on her neck.

"You're not Joe!" "Who are you?" Yan Mo Chen's words were filled with certainty. Killing intent burst out of his eyes and the surrounding temperature became even colder.

Qiao once upon a time, when he raised his hand to speak, there was always an air of carelessness emitted from it. But this woman today, although she seemed to be drifting in the air and flippant with every movement, he could see that the light in her eyes was absolutely not to be looked down upon.

"Yan Yan, why are you calling me so strange? Just call me Ran'er." Qiao Qiao's still soft hands lightly latched onto Yan Mo Chen's hand that was tightly grabbing onto her neck. "Even the skin on his hand is so good, it really makes one envious!" Qiao Qiao still clicked her tongue and sighed.

"You …" Yan Mo Chen immediately let go and shook the hand that Qiao Qiao was still holding. A chill ran through his heart. Even though the Qiao family was not the main culprit behind this, he could not forgive them for their mistakes!

"Me? "How am I?" Qiao Qiao still had a scoundrelly look on her face. The hand that she had touched Yan Mo Chen with just now was lifted up gently and placed on the tip of her nose. She took a light sniff and said, "En ~ The fragrance of the flames."

"You!" Yan Mo Chen had always been calm and collected, and very few people had ever provoked his anger. But today, he had repeatedly lost himself in front of this woman and revealed his emotions.

"Yan Yan is not a mute, could it be that he has become a stutter? Why does your mouth only know how to talk about you? " Qiao Qiao still raised his eyebrows. His hand was still placed carefully on the tip of his nose. From time to time, he would raise his head to take a sniff. His expression was filled with pleasure.

"…" Yan Mo Chen's face was ugly. He did not say a word.

"Yan Yan is mute again?"

"…" His expression turned even more unsightly.

"Yan Yan, you should just stutter. At the very least, I still know you!"

"…"

"Yan Yan, you …"

"This King will be taking his leave!" Yan Mo Chen could not take it anymore. He gathered, condensed, and reformed his Qi, and eventually dispersed it. He shook his sleeves, turned around, and left with his hands behind his back.

As night fell, the only person left in the hall was Qiao Qiao. She was completely bored out of her mind as she slowly stood up. The wound on her chest caused her to suck in a breath of cold air.

The pain in her chest made her want to defend against everyone. To dare stab her chest like that, she swore that if she didn't avenge her revenge, she wouldn't be a gentleman. Although she was just a little girl, she would definitely avenge herself!