The cold emperor reigns supreme, the arrogant empress begs for a truce.

Chapter Twelve: A God-like Brain Circuit

"Brother, where did you hear all this from?" Leng Yuling put down her chopsticks and went behind the gossipy people to ask them.

Seeing that a young woman was curious about what they were saying, they were taken aback at first, but then decided not to say anything.

Seeing this, Leng Yuling smiled and said, "If we have gossip, let's all share it. Since you've already told half of it, why not just tell us everything you know? It doesn't matter if I have to listen, right?"

Seeing that they still wouldn't budge, Leng Yuling gritted her teeth and said, "Brother, how about I treat you to this meal? I just want to hear a story, that's all."

Upon hearing Leng Yuling say that she was treating everyone to dinner, the person who had spoken first relaxed his expression. He knew that this meant there was hope, so he added, "Brothers, feel free to order whatever else you want. It's on me today."

After the waiter brought three more dishes, the man began to tell his story.

"I heard it from my uncle who works in the palace. Our future empress, the one the emperor of the Northern Desert Kingdom was originally going to marry, is being fought over by two countries for the same woman. How could they not fight?"

"Sigh, beauty is a curse." The person next to him sighed while eating the food that Leng Yuling had treated him to.

Leng Yuling frowned. What was going on? It was Jun Ao who broke off her engagement, and it was Mo Zhen who insisted on marrying her. How did she end up being called a femme fatale?

She picked up a piece of potato, put it in her mouth, chewed it thoroughly, swallowed it, then picked up her tea and drank it all in one gulp before saying, "I heard that the goddess physician doesn't want to marry Emperor Mo...."

She almost let it slip, but thankfully the group didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. Seeing that their expressions remained normal, Leng Yuling breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're a girl, yet you say such things. In Southern Chu, what girl wouldn't want to marry our Emperor?"

"Of course! Our Emperor is a famously handsome man, and marrying him would make you the empress of the nation."

Listening to their words, Leng Yuling could only shake her head. Sure enough, everyone had different ideas. She really didn't want to be an empress who ruled the world, didn't want to be locked in a magnificent but lonely cage, and didn't want to be by the side of a cold-hearted emperor.

Furthermore, as a transmigrator who had watched many palace dramas in her previous life, Leng Yuling felt that her intelligence was not so low that she would die in the first episode of a palace drama, nor did it mean that she would have more energy to cope with a life of palace intrigue every day thereafter.

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After leaving the inn, Leng Yuling walked alone on the street, wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.

This was a place she was unfamiliar with, and leaving the city was probably impossible. She had already heard in the inn that news had come from the palace early that morning that the future empress had gone missing and the emperor had sent people to search for her.

All she can think of right now is: the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Therefore, she planned to stay in the city. There were so many houses in the city; Mo Zhen's men couldn't possibly search every single one. Besides, even if they did search, it would take several days. She couldn't escape or hide anyway.

Thinking of this, Leng Yuling became overjoyed, unaware that her every move was being watched closely by Mo Zhen.

Leng Yuling took the silver that Ziyan had prepared for her and spent the whole day shopping, eating, and playing in the city. She had a very pleasant day.