Fu Yue looked at Yan Jun with complicated eyes, her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she held back, and finally lowered her thick eyelashes, and chose not to say a word.
no explanation.
Yan Jun walked over slowly, and when he was three feet away from Fu Yue, he stopped.
asked in a very soft voice.
"Why don't you explain? Yun Ke."
The man's voice was still gentle, but Fu Yue could hear the trembling hidden under the calmness.
He is afraid.
Also, please.
"As long as you explain, I will believe no matter what it is, Yun Ke, tell me, it's just a misunderstanding."
"As long as you explain."
Yan Jun repeated it, these words already had a strong meaning of pleading.
Bai Zhu next to him wished he could get into the ground.
She's just a little maid woo woo woo.
Will His Majesty kill her (;′?`)
Bai Zhu raised her head tremblingly and took a look at Yan Jun. Then, she saw that the emperor of Beiliang, who was high above him, was in front of people for the first time, and the corners of his eyes were red.
Your Majesty, are you crying
"..."
Yan Jun held Fu Yue's shoulders, his fingers gradually tightened, his knuckles turned white, those beautiful eyes like stars flashed stubbornness and a bit of grievance at this moment.
"You all go down."
His voice sounded again.
The maids and eunuchs escaped from the palace one by one as if they had been pardoned. Before Bai Zhu withdrew, he looked at Fu Yue and Yan Jun with some concern.
She had a hunch.
The conflict between His Majesty and Empress is likely to be very serious this time...
Forget it, this is not something that a little maid like her can control.
There were only two people left in the hall.
This pair of newly married couples are opposite each other and look at each other.
The atmosphere gradually became dignified.
Fu Yue knew that this was a good time.
Yan Jun misunderstood her.
Perhaps, she can use this to propose... a divorce.
Thinking of this, Fu Yue took the initiative to say, "Your Majesty wants to hear my explanation?"
She walked to the table, poured a cup of tea for Yan Jun, then turned her eyes to look at the young emperor not far away, and smiled.
"Your Majesty, come here."
"I'll explain it to you one by one."
Yan Jun had an inexplicable urge to escape, but he held back, his Adam's apple rolled, and he walked slowly over, then lifted the black dragon robe, and sat down on the chair.
His black eyes stared straight at Fu Yue, waiting for her answer.
Fu Yue looked back calmly.
Word by word: "In my heart, you are the emperor of Beiliang and my husband."
"But that's all."
Yan Jun's pupils shrank, and his voice was hoarse: "... what do you mean?"
Fu Yue looked away.
"Yanjun, I never regarded you as my lover."
"In other words, I don't love you at all."
Almost grim.
The teacup in Yan Jun's hand was almost crushed by him, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to his usual appearance.
He stared into Fu Yue's eyes, and slowly said these two words: "It's okay."
"I have a lifetime to wait for you to fall in love with me. I can wait."
Fu Yue suddenly laughed.
"But what if I don't want to wait?"
Yan Jun's lips were instantly pursed tightly.
"It was not my intention to marry you back then. I had no choice but to marry Beiliang after the defeat of Southern Chu. We made a mistake from the beginning."
"Now that you have ascended the throne, the poison on your body has been cured."
"Yanjun, you don't need me anymore."