Long Live the Empress

He Bai was originally extremely depressed, but when he saw Manju talking to him, he became playful, "Oh? What noble person? Could it be that the girl is talking about Yan Liyuan?"

If He Bai wasn't a man, Manju would really want to cover his mouth, "Young Master, you'd better be careful with your words!"

He Bai smoothed his long hair that fell on his chest and blinked his peach blossom eyes, "I just said something careless, what do you think?"

How come this person doesn't understand what I'm saying? Manju was slightly annoyed, and her tone was no longer as calm as before, "Sir, if you want to bring trouble upon yourself, I won't stop you. But please don't say nonsense in our young lady's manor, so as not to implicate our young lady!"

He Bai looked at Manju's angry face and found it even more amusing. "Your young lady only writes and draws with that mute every day. You won't achieve anything if you follow her. Why don't you... follow me?"

After hearing He Bai's nonsense, Manju could no longer bear it, raised her hand and slapped He Bai, "It doesn't matter what you say to me, sir, but please don't insult my young lady! Please leave quickly... otherwise..."

He Bai didn't expect that this girl would dare to hit him. He was a little stunned for a moment, and felt that he had lost face, so he wanted to save some face.

He Bai wiped his slapped face with his hand, then put the hand under his nose and sniffed it hard, "The girl's hand smells so good~"

Manju had never seen such a shameless person before, and shouted behind Hebai: "Brother Wang, this man is disrespectful to the Ninth Thousand Years Old, get him out!"

He Bai's ruffian look froze for a moment. Brother Wang? Could it be the Wang he was thinking of? He slowly turned his head to look, and saw Wang Yi standing behind him with an expressionless face. "Wang Yi? When did you come?"

"Brother Wang, do you know this playboy?" Agate didn't believe in her heart that a man like Wang Yi, who did things in a strict manner, would know the man in front of him.

"I don't know him!" Wang Yi once again denied the fact that he and He Bai knew each other.

Without waiting for He Bai to refute, Wang Yi made a gesture.

Upon seeing this, He Bai immediately hugged the pillar beside him and shouted, "Wang Yi! You are a traitor, I won't leave... I am not a playboy..."

A secret guard flew down, pried He Bai's hands apart, picked him up and flew away.

"Wang Yi! I'm not done with you!"

"Brother Wang, how does he know your name?" Agate looked at He Bai who was flying away, his face full of confusion.

Wang Yi straightened his sleeves and said, "How could a guy like him not be able to find out my name?"

Manjue thought of He Bai's shameless appearance and nodded in agreement. "Brother Wang, don't associate with people like him in the future, lest you be led astray by him!"

Wang Yi nodded expressionlessly, but he was already very happy in his heart. He was so stingy! He took so many precious herbs and didn't even share some with him. Humph! "The governor has important matters to discuss with Miss Yue. Don't disturb them if you have nothing else to do!"

Agate looked at Wang Yi's back, thinking about the note that the young lady wrote to Jiu Qiansui, and she believed that her young lady had something important to do at the moment.

Yue Jinghao felt very tired, so she opened her eyes drowsily and looked towards her waist, only to see a big hand on her waist.

Yue Jinghao slowly turned her head, and a handsome sleeping face fell into her eyes. Unconsciously, she was stunned again...

Gurgle, the growling sound of Yue Jinghao's stomach interrupted the warmth at the moment.

"Although I am good-looking, I cannot be Miss Yue's bread and butter!" Yan Liyuan opened his eyes slightly and said teasingly.

Yue Jinghao struggled to sit up and wanted to get off the couch, but Yan Liyuan was lying beside the couch without moving. "Isn't the Ninth Thousand Years Old hungry?"

Yan Liyuan looked at Yue Jinghao with slightly messy hair and immediately pulled her under him, burying his head deeply in her neck, "Little thing, you smell so good..."

Yue Jinghao could no longer maintain her usual indifference. Just as she was about to struggle to get up, Yan Liyuan sat up before her, "Hurry up, you're so lazy!"

Yue Jinghao sat up, holding the corner of the quilt tightly in her hand, and said word by word: "Don't bother me, Nine Thousand Years Old Man!"

Yan Liyuan glanced at Yue Jinghao and straightened his clothes. "I am worried that someone might see Miss Yue and I in the same room, which would ruin my reputation!"

Yue Jinghao was almost vomiting blood because of Yan Liyuan's words. Was this what she wanted? Was she forced? Besides, what reputation did Yan Liyuan have?

Yue Jinghao became angrier the more she thought about it, so she picked up a pillow and threw it at Yan Liyuan.

Yan Liyuan seemed to have eyes behind him and dodged immediately. Yan Liyuan glanced at the pillow on the ground, "Could it be... Miss Yue wanted to do something to me but failed, so she was angry? Miss Yue, please don't misunderstand, I am not such a casual person!" Without waiting for Yue Jinghao to answer, Yan Liyuan opened the door and went out. It was as if Yue Jinghao really had some intentions towards him.

Yue Jing got into the quilt angrily and wanted to scream, but she never expected that the quilt was filled with the cold fragrance of Yan Liyuan's body...