Zhuo Yanchong stopped, turned around and said coldly
"The Emperor only has the Queen in his heart. Today is the wedding night of you and the Queen. Instead of spending it with the Queen, you hired another woman to sleep with you..."
When Luo Fei said this, she smiled bitterly, shook her head and sighed: "No one can stand the emperor's behavior! What's more, the queen is a temperamental person... The only person who will be hurt the most by the emperor's behavior is the queen!"
Zhuo Yanchong was shocked
His heart trembled when he thought of the hurt expression on that lively little face.
Did he hurt her by doing this?
He had never thought about this problem...
"Then why did you come?"
He asked coldly, his probing eyes falling on Luo Fei
"You are the emperor. If I don't come, wouldn't it be a disobedience?"
Luo Fei smiled self-deprecatingly, and bowed Yingying again to Zhuo Yan, her voice low and gentle.
"Your Majesty, a true love is hard to find. I hope Your Majesty will not miss your true love..."
That sigh struck deeply in his heart
What she said is true, it’s hard to find a sincere person...
"Are you saying that the Queen is my true love?" He asked in a low voice, not only to Luo Fei, but also to himself.
Luo Fei smiled, without nodding or shaking her head, and said softly: "The Emperor understands, doesn't he?"
Does he understand in his heart?
He doesn't know if he understands...
Just like when he blurted out "Little Yuanbaoer" to Jin Yuan at the banquet, he also felt at a loss in his mind.
It was as if there was a force somewhere telling him how important she was to him...
But why did another breaking voice keep coming from his ears, saying that he loved someone else?
His mind was already in chaos!
He unknowingly grasped the whisk in his hand, as if this way, his whole body would calm down.
"Your Majesty, I have resigned..."
After Luo Fei said these words, she knew that there was no need to stay here anymore.
Zhuo Yanchong waved his hand and did not look at Luo Fei again.
No one expected that on their wedding night, the emperor they admired and feared would actually sit there all night holding a whisk in his hand.