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He originally thought he could let her go, but now... just seeing her being close to other men makes his heart ache unbearably.

Why are they destined to be apart? Why?

Xiao Yan tightened his grip on the door frame.

He could no longer break free from the power.

For him, love was a poison that seeped into his very bones.

Therefore, he wants the power.

He'd snatch the person if he had to.

Even if she looks at him with resentment, he doesn't care. It's better than watching her beg for anything in someone else's arms while he's left with only memories of her and suffers alone.

-

That evening, Xiao Yan returned to the Qianqing Palace.

Yun Yao went to bed early, as if she was deliberately avoiding him.

He gave a signal, and ordered his men to drag away all the maids who hadn't been watching Yun Yao properly and beat them to death.

After he showered and changed, still damp from the water, he went to bed and pulled the person into his arms.

At the same time, restless...

Yun Yao bit her lip but couldn't stop the muffled groan.

Xiao Yan's exquisite profile drew closer, his thin lips near her porcelain neck, his eyes filled with desire, and through the open collar of his shirt, his prominent Adam's apple moved.

"Didn't I tell you not to leave the Qianqing Palace?"

Unable to keep up the act any longer, Yun Yao turned around, placed her hands on his firm chest, and tried to get him away from her.

"I'm nobody to you, so why are you keeping me trapped here?"

She was the Crown Princess, but he is now the Emperor.

Xiao Yan pulled her into his arms with such force that it was as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He lifted her chin, lowered his head and covered her lips with his, his breath exhaling during the kiss. "If you'd like, you can call me husband too."

Yun Yao struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was completely suppressed by Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan's peach blossom eyes were shrouded in mist, and his breath carried a burning, lustful temperature. "Yaoyao, I have never slept with any other woman. That concubine before, it was a guard with her... I am still clean."

Yun Yao never expected Xiao Yan to say such a thing to her... It's not his place to tell her such private matters...

Xiao Yan gently caressed her, "But I've studied many picture books, and I'll make you feel more comfortable than anyone else."

“…”, Yun Yao’s ears turned red, and she hurriedly pushed away his restless hands, “You can save those words for Su Yimo.”

“I only used Su Yimo. I used Su Yimo to make them think they had my weakness.”

"Used?" Yun Yao was almost incredulous. Su Yimo was the female lead, so how could Xiao Yan only use her?

Xiao Yan raised his hand and gently pressed it against her swollen lips. "You just want to beg me to spare your parents' lives, right? I'll agree, but I have one request."

Yun Yao frowned slightly. "What are your requirements?"

“Stay by my side, and I can give you a prestigious status. I will dismiss the harem and make you my only empress.”

"..." If these words were said to Su Yimo, then they would be appropriate.

But of all things considered, it was said to her!

"Xiao Yan," Yun Yao straightened her expression, "Didn't you say you didn't like me? Didn't you tell me to be a good Crown Princess and not to have any unrealistic expectations?"

"Yaoyao," Xiao Yan lowered his long, straight eyelashes and pulled her into his arms.

Her almost obsessive babbling echoed with low, mournful sobs.

Even the young emperor, who is usually indifferent, aloof, and dignified, has moments when he weeps in the dark of night.

"I have always been alone, with no way of coming and no way of going, and behind me is always the deep and endless darkness, but you... with a faint light all over you, entered my heart."

It was clearly him who had been hoping for her.

Yun Yao listened to his words in a daze... her eyes lowered slightly.

-

the next day.

Yun Yao discovered that all the maids in the Qianqing Palace had changed their faces.

When asked what happened, they all knelt down, kowtowed, and remained silent.

From that day on, apart from some necessary daily interactions, the maids no longer had any extra conversations with her.

Or rather, he was afraid to talk to her.

Her dressing case was accumulating more and more exquisite jewelry.

My heart is growing emptier and emptier.

Xiao Yan practically controlled every aspect of her life.

She asked Xiao Yan about her parents' situation.

Xiao Yan simply said that everything was fine.

Life was peaceful... but Yun Yao felt uneasy.

Perhaps only Su Yimo can tell her the truth.

Even if Su Yimo had other intentions, whether good or bad, she could only see her now.

Yun Yao calmed herself down and forcefully swept everything off the table onto the floor.

"I'm fed up with this dilapidated palace, I want to get out!"

The maid remained kneeling on the ground, kowtowing silently.

Yun Yao picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, slashed her wrist, and blood quickly stained her cuff.

"I said I want to get out!"

The maids rushed about, some going to inform Xiao Yan, others busily fetching gauze and hemostatic medicine to treat her wounds.

Later, Xiao Yan came over in person, held her on his lap, and comforted her.

"How about I have your little maid come and keep you company?"

"Didn't you say that Mumu walked away by herself?"

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "She sent a message to Han Yicheng. I didn't kill her because of you."

Yun Yao frowned slightly, her voice weak, "Fine, have her come and keep me company."

Finally, Xiao Yan relented and agreed that she could take a stroll in the back garden every day.

But every time he went to stroll in the back garden, a large crowd would surround him.

It was as if she were some kind of noble lady, afraid that someone would assassinate her.

He was just afraid she would come into contact with other people.

Even though she was always surrounded by a large crowd when she went out, she still managed to see some things.

No matter how much blood is washed away, the blood from so many people killed in battle will still leave some traces.

She had also met Su Yimo a few times from afar.

Su Yimo wrote down what she wanted to know on a thin sheet of glutinous rice paper and stuffed it into an unopened red plum bud.

Yunyao picked some red plum blossoms and placed them in a vase to admire.

Su Yimo said that Xiao Yan had the entire Yun family beheaded, leaving no one alive.

The execution was scheduled for five days ago.

After reading the message, Yun Yao stuffed the glutinous rice paper into her mouth and swallowed it.

Would Su Yimo lie to her in an attempt to drive a wedge between her and Xiao Yan?

Perhaps, Su Yimo does like Xiao Yan.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to deal with someone she's not even close to.

But more likely, the news is true.

How could someone like Xiao Yan leave himself with hidden dangers?

How can he maintain his position if they don't die?

Even if her father doesn't rebel, what about the forces that support the late emperor? Can we guarantee they won't rebel?

Xiao Yan intended to make an example of them.

That evening, Xiao Yan returned home and saw the person sitting at the table. He pulled her onto his lap and passionately kissed the delicate, porcelain-like skin of her neck.

Yun Yao was embraced by him, and her body instinctively reached out to put her arm around his shoulder.

Xiao Yan asked affectionately, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Were you waiting for me?"

Yun Yao lowered her eyes and remained silent, unable to speak.

Xiao Yan's expression changed, his voice tinged with slight anger, "Who did you see today?"

Yun Yao looked up at him, her voice as cold as the winter wind, "Are you going to drag those maids out and beat them to death again?"

Xiao Yan stood stiffly upright, his profile appearing somewhat cold in the dim light, his head slightly lowered, making it difficult to discern his expression.

“Your little maid is still locked up in jail. If you want her to live, then obey me.”

"Xiao Yan, do you think I'll still believe you?"

Xiao Yan's smile suddenly froze. He clenched his fist, using some force, but his face remained calm and composed. "Do you have a choice?"

"Xiao Yan, I will hate you!"