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I spread my hands helplessly. "No keys."

He didn't say, or I would have brought it, of course.

He looked at it and said, "Move aside." He swung his leg and kicked fiercely at the door, but unfortunately, he was knocked back and was still able to step on the thin snow on the ground. He could not control his body and fell onto the snow on the ground in a sorry state.

I looked at him, he looked at me, and I looked away quickly, pretending I hadn't seen him.

He had been by his side for a while, knowing more or less that he loved his reputation. Those who were smart enough to deal with such shameful matters treated it as if it was nothing, and the father-in-law waiting outside didn't.

He sucked in a breath, "By my waist, Yun Zhiqiu, you still haven't come to help me."

He rubbed his waist with one hand and kicked the door twice, "What lousy house is this, it's not like you think there's anything valuable inside, I'll tell you, I won't take it to heart, break the door, break the door, break the window, if you make me unhappy, just wait for me to burn this house to ashes." He cursed and resented the fall, felt ashamed of himself, cursed and kicked, and then turned his head and said angrily, "I think this house is just like you, just a word, you don't know what's good for you."

"Yes, yes, yes. You're the emperor, what do you say?" I felt rather depressed and helpless. No one asked him to kick her.

On the other hand, he's already so fierce. Let him be. With his personality, what can I possibly care about? He was the Emperor, and whatever he wanted to say was what he wanted to say.

Actually, I was also a little relieved that the door couldn't be kicked open. This is my home.

My father isn't a good person, and my mother has a proud and aloof personality. If they see me following by a man's side in such an unhappy manner and still have to endure his scorn, they probably won't be happy either.

There are a lot of memories that belong to me, and I don't think he'd be interested in hearing anything he'd like to hear.

Carrying him out, Xu Ran turned his head to look at the tightly shut doors and windows. It seemed that the sound of a jade flute was still resounding in his ears. If he opened the door, there would definitely be a room full of flute music.

"Don't think too much." He suddenly said lightly.

I gave him a faint smile and helped him into the carriage without saying anything. I guessed that he was in pain from the fall and that he didn't feel comfortable sitting on the carriage.

I reached out to give him a light rub, and he looked at me, his pretty eyes full of intoxicating tenderness, and put his hand on mine: "This is a little uncomfortable."

He rubbed it gently. "Why don't you go back and let the imperial physician take a look?"

"Don't worry, it's just a fall. Although I'm a ruler of the country, wrestling isn't a rare occurrence. I'm just a little disheartened. I'd like to see where you grew up."

I cautiously replied, "Actually, there's nothing to look at. Just like what the Emperor said, it's just a broken house with some of my father's books inside. Other than that, I'm practically as poor as a pauper."

What I said was the truth, but his eyes were a little cold. "If Your Majesty is interested," I added, "when you go back and learn of the autumn, you can give the key to your father-in-law."

If you like to see him, go and see him. Ai, he has a domineering nature, and won't allow others to reject him.

As the carriage made its way through the snow, the sound of grinding snow filled the air. The north wind outside the carriage was blowing crazily while the interior was cold and solemn.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Xia Junchang went to your house right?"

Not a test, he can say, he knows about me.

His fingers paused for a moment before rubbing his waist. He lowered his eyes and stared at the blue cloak. "Yes."

"Are you still thinking about him?" he asked flatly.

I didn't want to answer that question.

"The Emperor's matters are over. Can you not ask? I look forward to seeing that I have a daughter." He suddenly smiled and rubbed my hair. "You little thing, I feel that I am not as good as that lump of meat if I can't not think of my child all day long."

I laughed softly and leaned into his embrace. "What do you mean, a lump of meat born ten months from now will be a life. It will laugh and cry. If it grows older, it will act coquettishly towards you."

He held my hand. "This Emperor still likes you to act like a spoiled child to me. As for your child, don't think too much. This Emperor has seen you panicking in the palace and has brought you out to relax." "Thank you." I gave him a sweet smile. My heart finally settled down. I didn't want to talk about Xia Junchang. That was the past. What's the use of arguing now? I did like him. How could those feelings be erased?

I just don't understand. Why would he mention it, care, care? He knew in his heart that he had snatched me away from Xia Junchang.

Are men always like this, step by step, always wanting more, always not content?

He said with a sigh, "Look at how good I am to you, don't always say 'child'. I like you, and I put you in my hands to pamper you. You must remember, I like you."