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Nangong Yu was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her with interest. Her eyes were closed, and his face was small.

A beauty trap? Humph! Stupid woman, this move might be useful to other women, but for you, will I treasure you?

He reached out to pinch her cheek, as if he were pinching a soft persimmon.

These words sounded as if the two of them had been rivals for more than ten years.

The person on the bed was fast asleep, and didn't budge in the face of his provocation.

Nangong Yu was very satisfied. A woman doesn't even know how to fight back? Had he been conquered by his unchallenged imperial power?

However, what followed was deep fear. He was conscious that she seemed to be... He lost his breath?

She's dead? He really died? His right hand trembled as he tried to take a breath, and sure enough, he was dead.

His heart felt as if it was pressed down by a huge rock and unable to breathe.

This stupid woman is dead, I should be happy, what is this damn disappointment that I can't hide?

He hugged her to his chest like a madman, his brows tightly knitted together. At this moment, a cool breeze blew in, and the candlelight flickered.

He hugged her tightly, his clear and sorrowful tone became overbearing. "Shangguan Wan, I order you to not die! Come back to life for me! Do you hear me! "

"Yes." A certain woman opened her eyes and replied with a smile.

Nangong Yu was shocked and quickly let go of her. He stood up and pointed at her nose as he scolded, "Idiot, how dare you bully me!"

Shangguan Wan stuck out her tongue at him, "Your majesty, we don't hold back in battles."

Now, it made sense how she resurrected from the dead. Shangguan Wan had her own plans, and she did so to clear the suspicion of possessing a demon.

Nangong Yu nearly fainted from anger. He hadn't thought that she would use this move, detestable!

"Shangguan Wan, I won't forgive you!" The emperor took off his outer robe and rushed towards a girl on the bed.

After that, a certain woman pressed him down on the ground and blew on him, causing the emperor to fall into a deep slumber.

Naturally, a fox spirit had to have some ability to defend herself.

Under everyone's fervent anticipation, the empress passed a very "friendly" night.

He lifted up the quilt to take a look. Luckily, her chastity was still there.

Last night, he was too angry, which was why he threw himself at her. Now that he thought about it, he was being reckless. Was such a woman worthy of a favor?

Nangong Yu was speechless, and his right foot unconsciously fell backwards.

That damnable woman, what did she do to cause him to lose consciousness for the whole night? And how was he "stirring up trouble" when he was unconscious?

This was tolerable, not intolerable!

As usual, the emperor went to the throne room, but this time he was a little different, and his mood was abnormally bad.

His face was as dark as ink, and the cold air around him assailed his senses.

The civil and military officials knew that the Holy Master was in a bad mood, so they lowered their voices.

"Your majesty, there's no need to delay the feudal ceremony. I request that Your Majesty transfer some silver taels so that this humble subject can handle it." The Minister of Rites' voice trembled as he lowered his head, not daring to look Nangong Yu in the face.

Nangong Yu was originally upset because of that woman. After arriving at the imperial court, the things she discussed were related to her, so she couldn't help but become more agitated.

"During the reign of the late emperor, he advocated economy and frugality. I want to emulate the late emperor's legacy. As a result, we'll save as much as we can during the grand ceremony." A pair of beautiful eyes below the coronation was filled with malice.

The Minister of Rites was a bit confused before asking in a low voice, "Then Your Majesty, what do you mean, which province?"

Of course it would be best to save everything. Nangong Yu's heart was filled with hatred and hatred. Spending money for that woman, her heart ached for him as the ruler of a country.

The Minister of Rites smiled wryly when he heard this. If he could make a decision, would he bring it up in the court? Sigh, accompanying a lord like a tiger is not easy for a lord to share his worries.

After leaving the morning assembly, the officials successively left the throne room, a mass of snow-white objects scurrying around the crowd.

A melodious and melodious voice rang out from not too far away, but it carried a dignified tone, "Be careful, don't step on this princess' Soup Dumplings!"

Needless to say, this must be the mischievous Princess and Qi.

Sure enough, a well-dressed woman ran over and crouched down to pick up the bundle.

"If you continue to run around, this princess will break your dog legs." Vi gently patted its small head.

The item in his arms seemed to be even more proud than his master. He simply ignored her and remained silent, his round eyes looking away.

"Greetings, Princess." The officials bowed.

Wei He then stood up and giggled, "There's nothing else, everyone can go back now."

In the blink of an eye, Qi He noticed a person.

"Lord Gu does not seem to be in a good mood. Can you tell this princess about it?" Qi He had two hobbies, one was dogs, and the other was busybodies.

She loved to meddle in other people's homes, to meddle in everything, to intrude like a fly in any official's house when she heard of a struggle between his and his sisters-in-law, and to mediate, though the result was worse and worse, and she was never tired of it.

There was no helping it, life was a hobby.