The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao came to the Palace of Tranquil Longevity and walked in quietly. His eyes fell on Wang Yourong's focused figure. She was carefully looking at several pieces of rice paper on the table.

Above are all the amazing poems written by Qin Hao by the Pingxi Lake, including "Drinking Wine", "Longing for You", "Quiet Night Thoughts" and so on.

Wang Yourong did not notice the arrival of the person behind her. Her heart was filled with infinite admiration for the poet with such a brilliant pen.

She never thought that the immortal poet who was praised by countless talented people and regarded as a god would actually be the man beside her.

This unexpected discovery filled her heart with indescribable excitement and admiration.

Qin Hao felt a surge of tenderness in his heart when he saw this. He slowly stepped forward and told the palace maids in an almost inaudible voice to leave. Suddenly, only the two of them were left in the hall.

Then, he quietly hugged Wang Yourong's soft body from behind, sniffing the faint fragrance emanating from her, and was intoxicated.

At this moment, he felt that the woman in his arms was the most precious treasure in the world.

"Your Majesty..." Wang Yourong was slightly startled by the sudden hug, then turned around, his eyes flashing with surprise and tenderness, and called in a soft and affectionate voice.

Qin Hao's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said softly and teasingly: "Rong'er didn't even look at me, but she knew that I was here. Could it be that we have telepathy?"

Wang Yourong smiled bitterly and said in a half-angry and half-complaining tone: "Your Majesty, in this world, besides someone as graceful and unruly as you, who else can do such a frivolous thing?"

Qin Hao grinned and withdrew his slightly playful hand. He touched the tip of his nose with his fingers and sniffed the lingering fragrance of the beautiful woman's unique body scent.

"Huh?" He murmured softly, his sharp eyes caught the traces of tears in the corners of Wang Yourong's eyes, and his brows couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"You... are crying?" Qin Hao's voice was mixed with a hint of undisguised tenderness and concern. He walked slowly forward, trying to find the answer from her eyes.

Wang Yourong's heart tightened, but she quickly adjusted her mood and forced a smile, saying, "No, no, Your Majesty misunderstood. I was just immersed in the poem Your Majesty wrote, and was moved to tears by the deep feelings between the lines."

Qin Hao grinned, gently hugged Wang Yourong's soft and slender waist, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness for her, and said with a smile: "Oh, I didn't expect that my beloved concubine would be so easily moved. It really makes me surprised and happy."

He changed the subject, with a hint of mystery and solemnity, and said softly: "However, I still have a great joy in my heart, and I haven't had time to tell you yet. I wonder if my beloved concubine wants to know?"

Wang Yourong's face was slightly disturbed, but she quickly regained her dignity and composure, pretending to be calm and saying, "Your Majesty, please speak freely. I am all ears."

Qin Hao hugged her around the waist, then slowly sat down, leaned close to her ear, and said softly: "I want to enthrone my beloved concubine as the queen, so that you can rule the six palaces and be the mother of the country. With such an honor, my beloved concubine must be very happy, right?"

Wang Yourong did not show the expected joy when she heard this. Instead, a faint bitter smile appeared on her lips. She slightly opened her red lips, but seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Qin Hao sensed that her expression was a little strange, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He asked tentatively, "Rong'er, you seem to be a little worried today?"

“How could I…” Yourong was eager to explain, but her voice couldn’t help but tremble, like a willow branch swaying in the breeze, weak and powerless.

As she spoke, her eyes had quietly turned red, tears flickered in her eyes, and eventually turned into pearls that broke off the string and slid down her cheeks, setting off her tearful face, making her look even more charming.

Qin Hao's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked softly, "What happened? What made you so sad?"

"Woo!"

Wang Yourong cried more and more sadly, her tears rolled down her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell with her emotions, like a petal in the wind, weak and helpless.

Finally, she could no longer control herself. She wrapped her arms tightly around Qin Hao's neck, as if looking for the most solid safe haven. Her whole body involuntarily buried itself in his chest, seeking the comfort she had longed for.

Tears silently soaked Qin Hao's chest, carrying all her grievances.

Qin Hao felt very distressed to see her crying so sadly, but he did not ask any further questions. He just used his big hands full of care and tenderness to gently stroke her smooth back to comfort her.

Just like that, the time of an incense stick passed quickly.

Wang Yourong finally stopped crying and leaned in Qin Hao's broad bosom. Although her face was stained with tears, she revealed a unique kind of fragility and charmingness, which made Qin Hao feel pity for her. He wanted to hold her in his palm and take good care of her.

"Rong'er, can you tell me what happened now? Is there someone in the harem bullying you again?" Qin Hao asked softly, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He felt that Wang Yourong must have suffered a great injustice, which was why she was so heartbroken!

Upon hearing this, Wang Yourong shook his head slightly, with a hint of evasion and helplessness in his eyes, as if he was carrying a heavy burden in his heart.

She said evasively: "Your Majesty, no one in the palace bullies me. It's just that I feel I'm useless and I'm afraid I can't bear the position of queen..."

As she spoke, her eyes became slightly red, as if tears were welling up in them, but she bit her lower lip hard, trying not to let the tears fall. The tenacity within her fragility added a bit of her heartbreaking charm.

Qin Hao frowned slightly with a hint of doubt. He asked softly, puzzled, "What do you mean useless? My beloved concubine, why don't you explain it to me more clearly?"

Wang Yourong sat up slightly in his arms, with a somewhat weak and shy posture. She lowered her head, and her slender jade-like fingers gently wrapped around the intricate and exquisite hem of her palace dress, as if she was telling her endless thoughts.

There was a subtle hint of guilt and self-blame in her voice: "Your Majesty, I am useless. I have been in the palace for more than a year, but I have not been able to continue the royal bloodline and give birth to a prince. It is my fault and I have brought shame to Your Majesty."

"Mother and elder brother are also worried about this matter. I really feel that I am useless. I often feel that as a woman, I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a wife. It is really..."

When she said this, the tip of her nose involuntarily turned slightly red, her words choked up, and she couldn't say any more. A deep sense of powerlessness and self-blame permeated between the two of them.