Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Feng Liuyun's pupils shrank, and he quickly stretched out his hand to stop her.

The simple sleight of hand failed to work, and Feng Liuyun appeared in front of Yun Hanqing.

"You can't stop me."

Yun Hanqing still looked as weak and timid as before, but there was no longer a look of dependence in his eyes.

Her desire to die for love was real and very firm.

Feng Liuyun's mind was filled with endless thoughts and his eyes were filled with unwillingness. At this moment, he finally understood why he had been wanting to get close to her for the past few days.

He understood feelings, tasted the love and joy, but he could not get the corresponding return. The love was full of bitterness and not as happy as he had imagined.

Even so, Feng Liuyun was unwilling to give up this feeling.

"You are not allowed to die."

His voice was no longer calm.

Yun Hanqing lowered her head and did not look at him. Her stubborn posture showed her attitude.

"You don't care about your own life, so what about the other people in the mansion, especially the little maid who has been following you. There are also people who care about you, don't you care about them either?"

To Yun Hanqing, other people are not important.

She was virtuous and kind, taking care of the backyard and treating the servants in the house well, just so that her husband would worry less.

Now that the person is gone, what relationship does the people in the palace have to her?

As for Lingyu, she had already made arrangements. She never considered her as her maid, but her sister.

After marrying into the palace, Yun Hanqing cancelled Lingyu's indenture.

After learning that the prince had died in battle, she thought a lot on the way back to the palace. The first thing she did after returning to the main courtyard and changing into mourning clothes was to write a letter and arrange the bell language.

Lingyu is now a good citizen, and enough silver has been left for her, so she has room to survive after leaving the palace.

She can live a good life without having to worry about herself.

As for the people who care about her, apart from Lingyu and her husband, no one else in the world cares about her.

Her father had ignored her for more than ten years, and her stepmother wanted to crush her into the dust. Only her husband could seek justice for her after she married into the family.

She wanted to get back her mother's dowry that was hidden by her stepmother, and made them treat her with respect and support her at banquets, so that no one would dare to talk behind her back and look down on her.

The more Yun Hanqing thought about Duan Xuanyi's goodness, the sadder he felt, and the more he wanted to die with him.

"Since you love King Xuan so much, won't you take care of his only child?"

What do you mean?

Heir?

Yun Hanqing's mind was in chaos.

"Concubine Liu in the backyard is pregnant and has been pregnant for seven or eight months. If the father and the stepmother die together, the child may not survive."

Concubine Liu?

Yun Hanqing had some impression of her. Although he had never seen this person before, her presence was strong.

This person is the most favored one in the backyard of the palace. However, the prince remembers that she cannot surpass the princess, for fear that she will become arrogant due to the favor. He also places many restrictions on her and never allows her to come in front of Yun Hanqing.

If she said she was pregnant, Yun Hanqing would believe it.

She regained some strength to live, left Feng Liuyun behind, and called for her servants:

"Go ask the palace doctor to take Concubine Liu's pulse. If there is anything unusual, report it to me immediately."

The servant came back quickly with a happy look on his face.

Sure enough, Concubine Liu was seven and a half months pregnant.

Now that the palace has a successor, the servants in the palace feel more confident and no longer have to worry about it falling into ruin soon.

"I'm pregnant..."

After sending the servants away, Yun Hanqing murmured these words, and it was hard to tell whether his expression was happy or sad.

But she knew that no matter what she thought, the child in Concubine Liu's belly had to be kept.

In her current situation, it is worse than having no relatives at all. She doesn’t have any close friends either. She can be said to be without any relatives or friends. How can she support such a big family?

At the funeral, Yun Hanqing was able to show a bad face and curse at those people with bad intentions because he thought that he would accompany the prince to die anyway, and those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, so he was bold for once.

But now, life is still long and she has a weak point. How can I, a princess with only the title of princess in name only, protect the prince's only child and help him grow up safely and inherit the palace?

If the royal palace has no heirs, it would be much easier for outsiders to gain benefits from it. Would they make a simple matter complicated? Just think about it and you will know that it is impossible.

The days ahead will definitely not be peaceful.

Yun Hanqing's eyes were a little dim, and sadness crept onto his face.

"What is the princess worried about?"

A man's voice suddenly rang out in the quiet mourning hall. Yun Hanqing was startled and remembered that there was another person here.

"nothing.

She wanted to say that, but her eyes lit up when she remembered his identity.

If Feng Liuyun, the state teacher of Linyue Kingdom, is willing to support the palace, then these people with ulterior motives will definitely not dare to do anything.

But how to get him to come forward is a very difficult problem.

But before Yun Hanqing could speak, Feng Liuyun took the initiative to speak as if he had anticipated her thoughts:

"Want my help? Sure."

There is no free lunch in the world. Feng Liuyun taught her this truth.

Yun Hanqing raised his eyes, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly with his hands hanging down, and asked with a trembling voice:

"what do you want?"

Feng Liuyun took a few steps, walked forward, hugged Yun Hanqing, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Look at us, we're a good match, aren't we?"

He was talking about the two people's clothes.

The corners of the snow-white clothes were overlapped and entangled, like lovers who were in perfect harmony, intimate and affectionate.

Feng Liuyun is used to wearing light-colored plain clothes. Today, his clothes look more like the snow on the Cangshan Mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, clean and white.

Yun Hanqing was also wearing snow-white clothes, but she was wearing mourning clothes for her husband!!!

For a moment, Yun Hanqing felt that what he said was extremely absurd and terrifying.

The snow-white mourning dress that represents the death of a husband, matches another man?

Yun Hanqing tried his best to control himself from showing his anger, and forced a smile to change the subject:

"National Master, you haven't told me yet, if I want to seek your protection for the palace, what do I need to pay?"

"I want you."

This time Feng Liuyun did not say anything ambiguous but stated his intentions directly.

Yun Hanqing thought that he still wanted to be with him like they did in Longwen Mountain, and although there was some reluctance in his eyes, he was still ready to nod and agree.

"What I want is to be your real husband and wife. Now I can allow you to stay in the palace and take care of Prince Xuan's offspring. Twenty years later, when he comes of age, you can leave with me."

Feng Liuyun added another sentence, which shocked Yun Hanqing.

How could she possibly agree to that? It was ridiculous.

"I can stay in Linyue for the next twenty years. You can come to me for anything in the palace. I will ensure that the status of the palace does not decline. The palace that Prince Xuan takes over will be intact and of noble status."

There was a thirst for reassurance but also a hidden threat in his words. The combination of kindness and severity made it impossible for Yun Hanqing to utter the word "no".

"I promise."

Yun Hanqing lowered his head but still agreed to this incredible request.

A glimmer of joy flashed in Feng Liuyun's eyes. He bent down, picked up Yun Hanqing and carried him horizontally, then walked towards the inner room behind the mourning hall.

"What are you doing?!!"

Yun Hanqing exclaimed.

"Do what a real couple should do."

Yun Hanqing stood there in a daze, looking up at Feng Liuyun.

The raging lust in his eyes told her clearly that his words meant exactly what she thought.