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Su Yun rubbed his forehead gently, feeling a wave of annoyance rising in his heart.

She raised her eyes slightly, looked at Cui Lingzhi who was still hugging her tightly, and said softly:

"Lord Cui, please go back first."

A hint of reluctance flashed across Cui Lingzhi's deep eyes, but he also knew that it was not appropriate to stay for long.

He bowed slightly and said respectfully:

"Wei Chen retire."

After saying that, he slowly held Su Yun's other hand and gently scratched her palm, as if expressing his attachment.

Su Yun grabbed his hand, rubbed it gently, and gave him a meaningful look, as if to soothe his emotions.

Cui Lingzhi looked at Su Yun's eyes, and the reluctance in his heart eased a little, and he left with satisfaction.

His figure gradually walked away, but seemed to leave an lingering warmth in the air.

As soon as Cui Lingzhi left, Yang Yiyan couldn't wait to get close to Su Yun.

He opened his arms and hugged Su Yun tightly, as if he was afraid that she would leave his sight again.

The door of the entire Hanyuan Hall was quietly closed at some point, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little subtle.

Su Yun struggled slightly, frowning slightly, with a hint of majesty in his tone:

"Let me go, I still have government affairs to attend to!"

However, Yang Yiyan had no intention of letting go. He buried his head in Su Yun's neck, greedily breathing in her scent.

"Your Majesty, can't you spend more time with me?"

There was a hint of grievance and resentment in Yang Yiyan's voice.

"Ever since Cui Lingzhi showed up, you've paid less attention to me."

Su Yun sighed lightly, feeling both helpless and a little reluctant.

She gently pushed Yang Yiyan, trying to get him to let her go.

"Yang Yiyan, please stop messing around. As the ruler of a country, I have many government affairs to attend to. How can I let you delay them?"

Yang Yiyan suddenly picked up Su Yun and placed her steadily on the table.

His eyes were deep and fiery, staring at Su Yun intently, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his heart.

"I'll help you deal with it. Now you're mine."

His voice was low and magnetic, with unquestionable dominance.

After saying that, he kissed Su Yun forcefully and domineeringly.

The kiss was passionate and eager, like a burning flame, instantly igniting the passion between the two.

His hands also became restless, skillfully undressing her clothes, revealing her snow-white skin.

Su Yun struggled slightly, but soon fell under Yang Yiyan's passionate offensive.

At this time, the Hanyuan Hall was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

The two figures intertwined, as if forgetting the passage of time.

In this passionate moment, they only have each other in their hearts and forget all the troubles in the outside world.

At some point, the Hanyuan Hall, which was originally filled with the tense atmosphere of government affairs, had become the stage for the two people's emotional excitement.

Their battlefield quietly shifted from the solemn main hall to the inner hall of Hanyuan Hall, where the emperor temporarily rested.

Unlike the solemnity and majesty of the outer hall, this place is more quiet and private.

Exquisite curtains hang down gently, and soft light shines through the carved window lattices onto the ground, casting mottled light and shadows.

The soft bed exudes a faint fragrance, as if telling of the tranquility when the emperor once took a short rest here.

But at this moment, this tranquility was broken by the passionate emotions of the two people.

Their figures were intertwined, their breathing was rapid and disordered.

The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and passion was like a burning flame, spreading wildly in this small space.

Every glance and every touch of skin seems to carry endless warmth, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

In this special place, they forgot everything in the outside world and immersed themselves in each other's world, allowing the torrent of emotions to sweep them away.

After a long time, the affair ended.

Su Yun lay powerless on the couch, his hair disheveled, his face flushed, and he was breathing slightly.

There was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, as if she had just experienced a fierce storm.

On the other hand, Yang Yiyan was full of energy, with a fiery light flashing in his eyes, and he seemed to want to continue.

He reached out his hand towards Su Yun again dishonestly, but was kicked hard by Su Yun.

"Go out and review the memorials for me."

There was a hint of majesty in Su Yun's voice, but it also sounded weak.

Yang Yiyan was slightly stunned, then revealed a doting smile.

He leaned over, kissed Su Yun, and said gently:

"Okay, then you have a good rest."

Then he stood up, straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out of the inner hall.

After Yang Yiyan left, Su Yun closed his eyes and lay quietly on the couch, trying to find a moment of peace for his body and mind.

The next day, the sun shone on the magnificent palace, and the entire palace was filled with a solemn and festive atmosphere.

The ceremony of enthroning the noble monarch was held grandly, and Su Yun, as an emperor, gave Cui Lingzhi enough face.

The scene, with colorful flags flying, music playing, and ministers paying homage, all demonstrated the importance of this enthronement.

After the enthronement ceremony, night gradually fell.

According to convention, Su Yun should stay overnight in Cui Guijun's palace.

However, before heading to Cui Lingzhi's palace, Su Yun and Yang Yiyan were in the imperial study.

Su Yun turned slightly to the side, looked at Yang Yiyan, and said softly, "Please remove the poison from my body."

There was a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes. After all, she and Cui Lingzhi would be in the hall later. If they did anything intimate, it would not be good to let Yang Yiyan eavesdrop on them.

Yang Yiyan stood quietly behind her, his eyes revealing an unspeakable sadness. He sighed softly and said slowly:

"It's solved, Su Yun, it would be great if I were the only one you had."

His voice was full of affection and helplessness, as if he was expressing an unspeakable feeling.

Su Yun raised his eyes slightly, stared at Yang Yiyan, then slowly stretched out his hand and gently held his hand.

Her eyes were gentle and firm, and her tone was full of sincerity:

"You will always have a place in my heart."

Those words were like a spring breeze, gently brushing across Yang Yiyan's heart. Although they brought a hint of warmth, they could not dispel the faint sadness in his heart.

He stared at Su Yun blankly, his eyes flashing with complex lights, with emotion, relief, but also with an indelible bitterness.

In this quiet imperial study, the figures of the two seemed to be frozen in time, and their tightly clasped hands seemed to be telling a story of an entangled and complicated emotional entanglement.

At night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery light and casting a mysterious veil over the palace.

Under the illumination of the twinkling lights, Su Yun slowly drove towards Cui Lingzhi's palace.

The solemn team, with its flags fluttering slightly, and its footsteps sounded particularly clear in the silent night, further highlighting Su Yun's respected status.

Cui Lingzhi received the news early on, and at this moment his heart was full of nervousness and anticipation.

He quickly straightened his clothes, walked quickly to the palace gate, and waited quietly.

The night breeze blew gently, lifting the corners of his clothes, but he did not move, his eyes focused on the direction where Su Yun was coming from.

The attendants around also held their breath, and the whole scene was solemn and dignified.