"Master, you can't stay here forever," Wan'er said with great distress.
But the look between Ye Qingmian's brows was so calm and composed, and she didn't feel anything was wrong or hard at all.
"What's wrong with this?" Ye Qingmian replied lightly, and the brush became light and fluttering in her hand.
"I still know Xiao Guizi, do you want to tell him that you are going to see the emperor?" Wan'er asked hesitantly.
"Why should I see him? If two people's hearts are not in the same place, then it will be in vain no matter how many times we meet. He doesn't like me, and if I go, it will only add trouble to him. Why do we need to let both of us not be together?"
Where is happiness?"
Ye Qingmian gently put down the pen, and the thick black ink was rendered on the rice paper, like beautiful pictures. Even in black and white, it is still beautiful.
"But it's not good for you not to meet each other all the time," Wan'er said with a frown.
"Let nature take its course. If he wants to come, he will come even if we don't look for him. If he doesn't want to come, then what's the point of looking for him? It will only make both of us unhappy." Ye Qing
Mian is very indifferent
Outside Qingchen Palace, Nangong Yu stood quietly. His footsteps stopped when he heard the conversation inside. He listened very carefully, and then there was a feeling of confusion on his face.
"Master, you always don't want to compete with others, but the harem is a place where you and I fight for each other. If you don't win the emperor's heart, how can you survive in this harem?"
Wan'er was very worried. She felt that Ye Qingmian seemed to be a different person. She was not as scheming as before, nor as arrogant and unreasonable as she was when she first woke up. Now she has become very quiet and quiet.
It's very worrying, I don't understand what she's thinking
"Then what can I do? I don't want to fight or take away. I just want to live peacefully. It would be better if I could return to my country," Ye Qingmian said calmly.
"Master, don't say such things in the future. No wonder the emperor is unhappy," Wan'er said while helping Ye Qingmian grind the inkstone.
"I don't have to please him, and I don't want to please him. I just want to do what I want to do."
Before Ye Qingmian finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice coming from outside.