Listen to this.
Fu Yue's heart strangely didn't fluctuate much, even if someone confessed her love so affectionately, apart from being uncomfortable, there was only a touch of impatience in her heart.
She doesn't need this feeling.
Fu Yue thought for a while, and chose a more euphemistic rhetoric, "I will not be your beloved, Mr. Chu should choose another good match."
Chu Xiange wanted to say something, but was stopped by Fu Yue raising his hand.
The empress' indifferent and majestic eyes fell on him, and gradually lost her warmth, "Master Chu, you have to know—I am the emperor. In this world, anyone can be a good wife, except for me."
"There are three thousand beauties in the harem, are you really willing to hide in a small courtyard and compete with so many people for the same woman? You... think about it carefully."
finished.
Fu Yue walked away.
Chu Xiange was thrown on the spot, his footsteps were a little weak, his beautiful lips had lost all color, his expression seemed to be lost, and his soul was lost.
After Fu Yue left, just as she stepped out of the door of the Wuji Hall, she almost bumped into a person, but the other person helped her quickly, and she stabilized her figure.
It's Wen Xian.
Fu Yue raised her head slightly, just about to reprimand lightly, "What are you doing here?" But when she met the man's beautiful eyes like the breeze and the moon, she suddenly stopped talking.
Wen Xian opened his mouth first.
"Your Majesty's words just now mean that you will not be any man's lover, right?"
His tone was calm, and his dark eyes stared at Fu Yue without blinking, stubbornly waiting for an answer.
Fu Yue frowned, "Bold, who allowed you to eavesdrop on my speech? This is disrespectful!"
Wen Xian took a step forward and reached out to hold Fu Yue's cheeks. The distance between the two was very close: "Your Majesty's trick of changing the subject is too low. You just need to answer whether I am yes or no."
Fu Yue: "... Wen Xian, put down your paws, be bold, who will allow you to touch my noble and beautiful face?"
Wen Xian: "..."
From the moment he asked that sentence, the woman's eyes were very empty.
Ah.
He already knew the answer.
This woman has no heart.
Wen Xian let go of his hand, stepped back gradually, looked at Fu Yue with complicated eyes, turned his head and walked away lightly.
Fu Yue: "???"
baffling.
After a tiring day, Fu Yue returned to her own Chaoyang Palace. Although she talked about finding more beautiful young people to be happy, she didn't really put it into action.
Not interested.
Second, I have no energy.
Three no time.
System 677 said cheaply, [Host, don't put it so euphemistically that you can't do it, why are you deceiving yourself?]
Fu Yue: "Get lost."
When she returned to Chaoyang Palace and prepared to have a comfortable beauty sleep, Her Majesty the Empress had no idea that there was a big surprise waiting for her in the palace.
Fu Yue doesn't like having too many people serving her bedroom, so generally speaking, at this time, her bedroom is usually empty and dark inside.
Push the door and go in.
Fu Yue, who had just been tired all day and had to approve papers for a while, almost went straight to the bed, fell asleep as soon as she kicked off her shoes, and didn't even have time to take off her clothes.
Fu Yue, who was just lying on the bed, felt something was wrong.
There is someone in the bed!
The long and narrow eyes suddenly opened, the white and slender hand was raised, the palm fluttered, and a sharp dagger was held in Fu Yue's hand.
In the night, a cold light flashed.