Chapter 786 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (38)

Que Yan closed her eyes and began to rest with her eyes closed.

Yun Si also closed her eyes and slept quietly.

A quarter of an hour later,

Sitting on Jingran's bed, the man spoke slowly and calmly, "Speaking of which, it's time to prepare for Chu Yang's marriage."

Yun Si suddenly opened her eyes.

She didn't move, wanting to hear what was going on.

However, the man seemed to just mention it casually, and after mentioning it, there was nothing more to say.

"..." Yun Si raised her little head and looked at him.

"Ouch~" She slapped his chest with her paw.

Que Yan opened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with ink, as dark as an abyss.

"What? Do you think this decision is bad?"

He touched its little head and asked lightly.

At this time, it doesn't matter if Yun Si nods, it doesn't matter if she doesn't nod.

"Ouch~" No preparation is allowed, she won't get married.

She patted him slightly annoyed.

The emperor was slapped by the tiger's claws, but he pinched the back of its neck gently, and it looked like he was trying to lift it up.

"You disagree? Why?"

"...Ouch!" I just don't agree.

A certain tiger turned towards him, as if it was angry.

She has a furry back, soft and white ears, and when she gets angry, she looks so cute that it makes people’s hearts melt.

The tail is still raised and I won't let him touch it.

The ink under Que Yan's eyes was so thick that it seemed impossible to melt away. Reflecting its back, the curvature of the corners of her lips seemed to be slightly higher.

He stretched out his hand to rub its head.

He was suddenly dodged by it, and his blue tiger eyes didn't even look at him.

Que Yan didn't seem to be angry, he hugged it and held it in his arms.

It wanted to struggle, but he held it down and said in a calm voice, "Tomorrow, I will talk to Chu Yang in person. Just don't be angry."

The white tiger struggled for a moment.

Let’s talk?

Or in person?

It became quiet and motionless, and the thoughts in its mind were racing rapidly.

Talk about it means...

Maybe there is still room for negotiation?

Que Yan did not say that the marriage must be granted, but only that preparations for the marriage should be made.

Since it's time to get ready, that means he already has a suitable candidate in mind?

As long as she can refuse, does that mean...she doesn't have to get married?

Yun Si lost sleep for a while and kept thinking about this matter in her mind.

The wind blew outside and the temperature inside the bed was comfortable. As she thought about it, her eyelids drooped.

Finally, she rubbed Que Yan's face and fell asleep.

A good night's sleep.

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The next day, the snow still hadn’t stopped.

Snowflakes have accumulated in a thick layer on the palace wall, which is teetering on the verge of falling.

On the century-old locust tree, the branches were weighed down by heavy snow, which rustled down from time to time, raising snow dust all over the sky.

The sky was gray, as if it were filled with lead, and it was approaching the Fengying Palace. The goose-feather snow drifted diagonally, and went away with the wind, falling all over the ground, and it could no longer be distinguished.

The cleaning ladies got up early in the morning and cleaned all the streets in the palace.

The road was cleared, and the cleared snow was piled inside Lou Kuang and then poured outside the palace.

When encountering a bright yellow chariot, they would step away and kowtow in salute.

In the West Palace,

When the emperor came to Changle Palace, the maids in Changle Palace were caught off guard, but they were all in high spirits.

Yun Si was still asleep when she was woken up and told that His Majesty was here.

Then, her drowsiness flew away in an instant.

She hurriedly dressed up and put on a soft silk gauze palace skirt. Then with a few instructions to welcome the spring, she walked to the side hall.
Chapter completed!