The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

"Sir, I'm getting married soon..."

Lu Jinan spoke excitedly, not noticing Xie Zhiyan's changed expression.

"Sir, do you think it's too late for me to ask His Majesty for a marriage?"

"grown ups,......"

Lu Jinan was saying something, but Xie Zhiyan didn't wait for him to finish and walked quickly in the direction Jiang Wantang left.

"Hey, sir, where are you going?" Lu Jinan looked at Xie Zhiyan who suddenly left in a hurry, inexplicably surprised: "Leaving the palace is here..."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Xie Zhiyan's receding back, suddenly realized something, shook his head, and then turned and walked towards the Xuanzheng Hall.

At that time, the palace road was covered with snow.

Jiang Wantang looked at Xie Zhiyan who suddenly appeared in front of her with a frown and a serious expression.

He was dressed in a purple official uniform, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, standing in the vast snow just like an ancient cypress standing proudly in the snow.

Xie Zhiyan didn't hold an umbrella. The fluttering snowflakes landed on his shoulders and hair, condensing into frost on his brow and eyelashes...

The two looked at each other, Jiang Wantang was slightly startled and stopped.

Xie Zhiyan stood there, his eyes were deep and complex, like a deep pool, and the emotions in his eyes were hard to fathom.

He just looked at her quietly without saying a word.

Jiang Wantang raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and was the first to speak to break the silence: "Thank you, sir, is there something wrong?"

Xie Zhiyan's eyelashes trembled. He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "You..."

"Did...someone say something in front of you?"

Jiang Wantang smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "What do you mean by that, Master Xie?"

"Or, Master Xie, you are so good at predicting things, and you think someone will say something to me?"

Xie Zhiyan moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked by something.

The snowflakes were still falling, landing on his body, piling up silently, getting thicker and thicker.

He lowered his eyes slightly, said nothing, and clenched his big hands into fists under his sleeves.

The profile of Xie Zhiyan's face looked even more superior and profound under the light of the snow. His high nose bridge and tightly closed thin lips looked as if every part of him had been carefully carved, making him handsome and extraordinary.

Soon, the falling snowflakes covered his head and shoulders, adding a sense of coldness and loneliness to his feeling.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing something. Snowflakes fell on them and condensed into flakes of frost.

After a long time, Xie Zhiyan closed his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision.

When he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wantang again, there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

Jiang Wantang simply looked at him calmly and said calmly, "Thank you, my lord. It's freezing cold. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Jiang Wantang walked straight forward.

As they passed each other, she heard Xie Zhiyan's low and hoarse voice. The voice seemed to have been tempered by wind and snow, with an indescribable heaviness.

He said, "Jiang Wantang, leave, leave here, leave the capital..."

"I can......"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wantang interrupted him with a smile.

She chuckled: "Thank you, sir, for joking..."

"I will be the Queen of this great city soon. Why do I want to leave?"

"I will pretend I didn't hear what you said today. Thank you, sir. I'll take my leave now."

Her voice was very soft, but it seemed to have the power to penetrate the wind and snow, yet it also revealed a hint of stubbornness that made people feel distressed.

Xie Zhiyan frowned tightly, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't find the words to speak. He could only watch her leave.

He gazed deeply at Jiang Wantang's thin yet resolute back until she disappeared into the vast snowstorm...

Xie Zhiyan looked at the vast expanse of white sky and earth in front of him and took a deep breath. Snowflakes penetrated into his lungs with his breath, but the biting coldness was nothing compared to the coldness in his heart.

He stood in the snow for a long time, almost like a statue, before turning and walking in the opposite direction. Step by step, he left a trail of lonely and forlorn footprints on the thick snow...

On the other side, Lu Jinan knelt in the Xuanzheng Hall and asked Ji Wuyuan for an imperial decree to grant them marriage.

Ji Wuyuan knew everything about him and Yun Shang, and he should have issued an order to grant their marriage without any hesitation.

But when he heard Lu Jinan mention the wedding date of 'seven days later', his eyes darkened a little, and he pursed his lips tightly, not saying a word for a long time.

Lu Jinan knelt in the hall, looking at Ji Wuyuan who was sitting on the dragon throne in silence for a while, feeling confused.

He raised his head and reminded again: "Your Majesty..."

A sound, neither loud nor soft, echoed in the empty hall.

Ji Wuyuan came back to his senses and his gaze fell on Lu Jinan. His eyes were still calm, and it was impossible to tell his emotion.

"Seven days later..." Ji Wuyuan repeated these words in a low and slow voice, as if he was pondering the meaning of these words.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Lu Jinan thoughtfully, "This date was chosen a bit hastily..."

"Lu Shaoqing, why don't you wait a little longer?"

Lu Jinan's heart tightened, and he quickly explained: "Your Majesty, this date was set after consultation with the Imperial Concubine. I..."

At the end of his speech, Lu Jinan looked embarrassed.

Ji Wuyuan's pupils suddenly sank, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his eyes, deep and unfathomable.

He leaned back in his chair and looked at Lu Jinan, but his gaze drifted off into the distance.

After a long while, he slowly said, "If that's the case, then I agree."

After saying this, he spread out a blank bright yellow imperial edict, raised his imperial brush and wrote the imperial edict granting marriage for the two of them.

At this time, Yun Shang was also called over.

After Wang Fuhai finished reading the imperial edict, the two men knelt in the hall to receive the edict and express their gratitude, then walked out of the hall together.

Outside the hall, the cold wind was howling like a knife, blowing the snow on the ground wantonly.

Lu Jinan held the imperial decree granting marriage in his hand. He looked excited and his eyes were fixed on Yun Shang who was walking in front of him.

Yun Shang's expression was calm and she remained silent all the way.

Lu Jinan's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly took a few steps and walked side by side with Yun Shang.

He saw Yun Shang's cheeks were blown red by the cold wind, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her face in a messy manner. He hurriedly took off his cloak to protect her from the wind and snow.

But just as the cloak was lifted over Yun Shang's head, she subconsciously took a step back to avoid it...

This sudden action made both of them stunned for a moment.