Lu Xiang's indifferent expression made Su Zhiyu not know what to say for a while. He paused for a long time and then said: "Then... then I congratulate you. You-" Su Zhiyu's expression darkened again, "If
If you want to leave this place of right and wrong, I can ask Ling Zhenfei."
Lu Xiang patted Su Zhiyu's hand and said, "How could I leave you at a time like this? Rong Yin said that he wanted to return to the court as an official so that he could help you. You see, there is Lele now. We will always still have one.
Hope is there.”
Su Zhiyu nodded without comment.
After Lu Xiang left, Su Zhiyu lowered his head and looked at the note she secretly stuffed into his hand - The east wind has not died down, but the fire is burning in the south.
The south is where Pei Ziyi married, and Pei Ziyi is now the queen there. It is understandable that the south is on fire, and the east wind has not died out——
Su Zhiyu suddenly came back to her senses, which meant that Pei Donglang was not dead! Ecstasy swept her heart, and she read the note again and again.
Suddenly, a palace maid from outside rushed in, "Mother, Your Majesty, he——" Su Zhiyu threw the note into the fire.
"What's wrong with him, Your Majesty?"
"The emperor was drunk and lost his temper when he saw the empress. He wanted to kill someone!"
"I'll be right over." Su Zhiyu stood up and straightened her clothes, feeling happy. Nothing in the world made her happier than this. It would be best if Pei Donglang didn't die.
Su Zhiyu rushed outside Ling Zhenfei's palace. There were already palace maids holding their injured arms and crying. No one dared to stay in the room. They all felt that Su Zhiyu seemed to have seen a savior.
Su Zhiyu entered the room, and a cup happened to fly out and hit Su Zhiyu on the forehead. Su Zhiyu felt his brain buzzing for a while, and then warm liquid flowed out. Ling Zhenfei saw that Su Zhiyu was hurt and ran over quickly.
The smell of alcohol all over his body hit his face.
"Yu...Yu'er, I...I didn't mean to do it. Someone! Get the gauze quickly!"
Ling Zhenfei helped Su Zhiyu prepare herself by the bed, and carefully wiped her wounds with alcohol. Su Zhiyu looked at him, "Why are you drinking?"
"The ministers toasted and drank two more glasses when they were happy."
"What are you so happy about?"
"They advised me that you were destined by fate and asked me to make you queen as soon as possible."
Su Zhiyu tilted his head, Ling Zhenfei's hand moved away, and the wound that had just healed was broken again.
"What if I don't want to?"
"Why? You promised me that you would marry me, and you see you are still wearing the ring I gave you." Ling Zhenfei held Su Zhiyu's hand. Su Zhiyu took off the ring on his hand, "Ling Zhenfei, no, I should call you
Your Majesty, the person who gave me this ring is the person who didn’t kill my sweetheart, was kind to me, and never forced me to do anything I didn’t like. Not the current Nine-Fifth Emperor."
"Are you still blaming me?"
"How dare I blame you now. If you are that person, just leave this place with me and we will take Lele back to Nanhuai. You will still be your coach Ling, and I will be my teacher. If you don't like it
Let's go do business. But if you are the emperor, I can't be the person standing next to you."
"I can't, can Pei Donglang do it?! If it was Pei Donglang who was here today, would you still say such a thing?!"
Su Zhiyu shook his head, "No."
Ling Zhenfei bit his lip, his eyes turned red, "You are unfair to me!"