The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

After arranging everything, Lan Yunyan left the space.

The moment he came out of the space, before he could react, he was hugged by Ling Xiu Han who was waiting outside.

Ling Xiuhan hugged Lan Yunyan tightly, as if trying to rub her into his body. His embrace was warm and solid, filled with attachment and reassurance.

Lan Yunyan was slightly startled, and then a gentle smile appeared on her face. She leaned gently on Ling Xiuhan's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. The sound was like the most moving melody, and her heart gradually calmed down.

"You're finally out." Ling Xiu Han's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of imperceptible worry.

He let go of Lan Yunyan slightly, but his hands still held her shoulders, his deep eyes full of concern. "I've been waiting for you outside, worried that something might happen to you."

Lan Yunyan felt a warm feeling in her heart. She raised her hand and gently stroked Ling Xiuhan's cheek. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Everything is fine in the space, and everything has been arranged now."

Her eyes were bright, and Ling Xiuhan's worries gradually dissipated.

Ling Xiu Han held Lan Yunyan's hand, placed her hand against his cheek, and felt her warmth.

"No matter where you go in the future, you must let me accompany you. I don't want to go through this torment of waiting again." His tone was full of dominance and tenderness, which made Lan Yunyan's heart surge with sweetness.

Lan Yunyan nodded, "Okay, we will face all challenges together from now on."

Her smile was like the brightest flower in spring, illuminating Ling Xiuhan's world. The two of them hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to melt into each other's bones and never separate.

Lan Yunyan buried her face in Ling Xiuhan's broad chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, feeling the warmth and sense of security that belonged only to him.

Her arms were wrapped around his waist, her fingertips gently caressing the muscles of his back. Every touch seemed to express endless longing and attachment.

Ling Xiu Han rested his chin lightly on the top of Lan Yunyan's head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was Lan Yunyan's unique fragrance that made him feel at ease and intoxicated.

His arms held her tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body, protecting her forever and preventing her from any harm.

The world around them seemed to stop at this moment, and time also stood still. Only the sounds of their heartbeats and breathing intertwined together, playing a love melody that belonged to them.

This hug is not just physical contact, but also a fusion of souls. It is a tacit understanding and affection that can be deeply understood between each other without the need for words.

After a long time, the two slowly separated, but their hands were still tightly clasped, and their eyes flashed with deep affection for each other.

"Xiao Yan'er, we should go back." Ling Xiuhan's voice was gentle.

"Okay, let's go back." Lan Yunyan's voice was clear and pleasant. She held Ling Xiuhan's hand tightly, and their fingers intertwined, as if weaving a beautiful future for them.

"Xiu Han, look, this world is beautiful." Lan Yunyan pointed to the valley in the distance and the winding river, her eyes flashing with infinite longing for the future.

Ling Xiuhan smiled slightly and held Lan Yunyan's hand tightly: "Yes, Xiaoyan'er, as long as you are by my side, no matter where I am, it will be the most beautiful scenery."

The night slowly spread like thick ink, shrouding the entire world in a mysterious atmosphere.

The dazzling stars are like countless sparkling gems, inlaid in the vast sky, shining with mysterious and charming light.

Lan Yunyan and Ling Xiuhan smiled at each other, walked hand in hand, and like two people walking out of a dream, they walked slowly on the street so quiet that you could almost hear their heartbeats.

The moonlight, as gentle as water, fell quietly on them like a layer of light silver gauze.

Lan Yunyan was wearing a light blue long dress, the hem of which swayed slightly with her light steps, like ripples on a lake blown by the breeze.

The hem of her skirt flickered faintly in the moonlight, blending perfectly with the mysterious moonlight.

Her long, ink-black hair fell casually on her shoulders, with a few strands of hair gently fluttering in the breeze, adding a touch of lively beauty.

There was a star-like light in her eyes, sometimes looking into the distance, sometimes falling on Ling Xiu Han beside her, full of tenderness and happiness.

Ling Xiuhan was wearing a tight white suit, and the tight clothes perfectly outlined his tall and straight figure.

His face looked even more handsome and tough in the moonlight, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes deep and focused, always fixed on Lan Yunyan, as if she was his whole world.

His steps were steady and firm, and every step seemed to be following the melody of time, perfectly matching the rhythm of Lan Yunyan.

Their footsteps were particularly clear in the silent night, and the slight sound was like the whisper of time, telling the story between them.

The houses on both sides of the street appear quiet and peaceful in the night, and those ancient walls seem to carry countless memories.

Occasionally, a few lights shine through the windows, and the warm light adds a touch of cozy color to the cold night.

Perhaps it was a hardworking family still busy, or perhaps it was a person who missed his relatives far away and was watching the night.

The breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of intoxicating floral fragrance.

Lan Yunyan closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath. The fresh fragrance instantly filled her nostrils, immersing her body and mind in this peaceful and beautiful night.

There was an intoxicated expression on her face, as if the fragrance of the flowers was the most beautiful gift given to her by nature.

Ling Xiuhan couldn't help but smile slightly at her expression, his eyes filled with fondness. He reached out and gently smoothed her wind-torn hair, his movements gentle and delicate.

They came to a small and exquisite bridge.