On the letter paper printed with the royal dragon pattern, there are only three short words - not me!
He Lanji naturally recognized that handwriting, it was He Lanxuan's handwriting.
The two of them grew up together and naturally know each other very well.
After reading the three words on the paper, Chu Tianjiao immediately snorted from his nose, "There is no three hundred taels of silver here, ignore him, let's go!"
With that said, she walked past that person on her own.
He Lanji clasped his hands and folded the letter paper again, his eyes falling on the face of the messenger, "Go back and tell the emperor brother that if you need anything, just send someone to deliver the letter to the northwest county!"
He strode towards Chu Tianjiao and He Lanji stuffed the letter into his chest.
The messenger watched the two of them drifting away, but he just knelt there and didn't move.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the courtyard, the housekeeper Lan Nuo hurried forward to greet them, with a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong?!" Seeing that something was wrong with his expression, He Lanji raised an eyebrow and asked.
"The emperor is waiting for you in the front hall!" Lan Nuo's eyes glanced at Chu Tianjiao, "He said he wanted to talk to you alone!"
There was not much expression on He Lanji's face. It seemed that He Lanxuan's appearance was not too surprising to him. Before Chu Tianjiao could speak, he had already held her little hand, "Let's go, come with me!"
Lan Nuo looked at the palms of the two people's hands held together and said nothing. He just led them all the way to the front hall. They entered the hall while he stopped outside.
In the hall, He Lanxuan was wearing a moon-white gown instead of a dragon robe. He lacked the majesty of an emperor. He was looking at a green plant in the corner of the hall with his hands behind his back, but he seemed to be a handsome scholar, gentle and elegant.
Hearing the footsteps of the two of them, he turned around slowly, his eyes passing over the palms held by He Lanji and Chu Tianjiao. His eyes stayed for a moment, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then fell naturally.
On He Lanji's face.
"After all, you still don't believe me!"
Meeting his gaze, He Lanji said two words calmly, "I believe it!"
A bright color appeared in He Lanxuan's bloodshot eyes, "Sure enough, the person who understands me best in the world is you!"
He Lanji pursed her lips, "What a pity, you don't believe me!"
He Lanxuan did not deny it, but sighed quietly, "Who said, I am the emperor!"
If the late emperor hadn't chosen him back then, or he could have a beloved woman like He Lanji, and he could still be that unruly boy!