Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

But looking at the red figure sitting alone on the stone steps, with snow falling heavily, he seemed about to be buried in the snow.

Yang Yiyi has been deeply in love with this young cousin who is the emperor since she was a child. How could her heart not ache when she saw him so lonely and sad?

Without caring about anything else, she slowly approached the red color, "Your Majesty..."

However, when she got closer, Yang Yiyi widened her eyes and looked at Jin Zhao's hair in disbelief.

This is not snow, it is clearly his white hair!!!

My cousin's hair turned white overnight because of that woman!

How much he loves Luo Qin...

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Yang Yiyi felt a surge of fear in her heart, as if she saw a stranger.

She slowly approached Jin Zhao, her steps trembling, "Your Majesty?"

Jin Zhao seemed not to hear. He just sat quietly on the stone steps, his body covered with snow. The man's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

Yang Yiyi reached out her hand and gently touched Jin Zhao's white hair. The touch felt cold yet real.

"Your Majesty...what's wrong with you?" Yang Yiyi's voice was trembling. "Why are you sitting here? It's cold here..."

Jin Zhao did not answer. He just looked into the distance silently, as if thinking about something.

Yang Yiyi felt heartbroken. She didn’t know how much Jin Zhao loved Luo Qin that his hair turned white overnight because of her death.

Yang Yiyi couldn't help but shed tears. Seeing Jin Zhao loving someone else recklessly, her heart ached.

Why did her cousin not see her even though she had given so much to him?

Jin Zhao's love for Luo Qin made Yang Yiyi jealous, but fortunately, Luo Qin and her illegitimate son are both dead now.

Although my cousin is sad now, life must go on. I believe that it won’t be long before my cousin forgets about Luo Qin and everything will go back to the old days.

She decided that no matter what, she would stay with Jin Zhao and help him through the difficult times.

"Cousin, it's cold outside..." Yang Yiyi took the cloak handed to her by the palace servant and gently put it on Jin Zhao, trying to give him some warmth.

At this time, Jin Zhao turned his head and saw that it was Yang Yiyi. A trace of anger suddenly appeared in his eyes, and this anger scared Yang Yiyi so much that she took a half step back, "Cousin, you..."

At that moment, Jin Zhao suddenly released an unstoppable and terrifying aura. The powerful and terrifying pressure surged out like a tide, instantly making the surrounding air heavy.

Yang Yiyi, who was standing beside her, felt her breathing stagnate. Her pretty face instantly lost its color and became as pale as a piece of white paper. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and it was beating violently, "dong dong dong", almost jumping out of her throat.

Jin Zhao stared coldly at his cousin who was frightened by just a glance from him, and a trace of ridicule and disdain rose in his heart.

How could this cowardly woman be so cruel and fearless when dealing with those women?

At this moment, Jin Zhao really wanted to reach out his hand, strangle Yang Yiyi's slender and fragile neck, and end her life with his own hands.

However, his remaining sanity told him that now was not the time to take action.

He suppressed the murderous intent surging in his heart, slowly closed his eyes, and tried to calm his agitated emotions.

He sat there, letting the icy snowflakes fall on his body, intending to gradually calm his heated head and avoid ruining things due to a momentary impulse, which would ultimately lead to more harm than good.

Time passed minute by minute, Jin Zhao closed his eyes and silently endured the invasion of wind and snow.

Finally, when he opened his eyes again, the anger and murderous intent in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a calmness and tranquility as clear as water.

He sighed softly, as if he was spitting out all the pain and resentment in his heart with this sigh, and then said to Yang Yiyi in a very gentle tone: "Yiyi, thank you."

After hearing Jin Zhao's words, Yang Yiyi, who was still a little frightened, suddenly felt relieved.

She calmed herself down and saw that Jin Zhao seemed to have regained his usual calmness and composure, and for a moment she even forgot the fear she had just felt.

So, she walked in cautiously with light steps, her face once again showing her charming and shy look, and she responded softly: "Your Majesty, this is what I should do."