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

Chapter Fourteen: I Really Can't Go Through with This Marriage

Since Leng Yuling entered the palace, Ziyan had been serving her personally, so Ziyan understood her personality quite well and knew that even if she asked these seemingly presumptuous questions, Leng Yuling wouldn't be angry, which is why she dared to speak up.

As expected, Leng Yuling didn't show any anger on her face after hearing Ziyan's words. Instead, she said as if she were chatting with a friend, "I admit I like his looks, but that doesn't mean I have to marry him. We don't even know each other, how can we get married?"

After pausing, before Ziyan could speak, she continued, "Perhaps marrying Mozhen is the dream of every unmarried girl in your Southern Chu Kingdom, but what I want is not power and a high position, but a husband who loves only me."

Upon hearing Leng Yuling's words, Ziyan was stunned. This was the first time she had heard such remarks. What kind of extraordinary woman could say such things?

However, one problem we must return to in reality is—

"Tomorrow you will be the Empress of our Southern Chu Kingdom." After a pause, Ziyan added, "Once you become Empress, you can no longer be as willful as you were yesterday."

Ziyan spoke these words to Leng Yuling in a friendly tone, because she was well aware of the rules in the palace, and because she had developed feelings for Leng Yuling beyond that of a mistress, she specifically reminded her of this.

“I understand, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger,” Leng Yuling couldn’t help but say.

Actually, after she returned, she already knew that she couldn't avoid this wedding.

Leng Yuling took a deep breath and paused for a moment before speaking: "I want to see Mo Zhen."

"Now?"

"Right now," Leng Yuling said to Ziyan with a serious expression.

Seeing Leng Yuling's unusual seriousness, she curtsied and withdrew.

Before long, Mo Zhen appeared in front of Leng Yuling.

"What brings you here?" Mo Zhen put his hands behind his back, looking just like a 21st-century old cadre, except he didn't have a thermos. Thinking of this, Leng Yuling couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Mo Zhen frowned: "You summoned me here just so I could see you smile?"

Upon hearing Mo Zhen's words, Leng Yuling forced back her smile, replacing it with a serious and solemn expression.

“I know that at this point, I have no choice but to marry you, but I have one more question.” She looked at Mo Zhen, and only continued after seeing that he was listening attentively, “What is the situation in the Northern Desert Kingdom now? Do they know that I am going to marry you? Also, what is the current situation between your Northern Desert and Southern Chu Kingdoms? Will they start fighting because of me?”

Before Mo Zhen could speak, she continued, "If it were true, I really couldn't go through with this marriage."

Although it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe her body and face as beautiful as a fairy, she was unwilling to become a femme fatale who brought ruin to the country.

She felt she was not fortunate enough to receive such a reward.

"Do you think the Northern Desert Kingdom would be willing to fight against my Southern Chu because of you?" Mo Zhen said coldly, his face showing no anger whatsoever, yet it was impossible to tell whether he was displeased by her words.

However, upon hearing these words, Leng Yuling inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

The idea of ​​winning the world's favor with a smile from a beautiful woman sounds romantic and powerful, but she doesn't think it's really worth it for her, nor does she want things to get more complicated later.

"That's good." Leng Yuling breathed a sigh of relief. "After all, I am Leng Yuling, not Su Daji."

Mo Zhen didn't know who Su Daji was, but he seemed to understand the meaning behind Leng Yuling's words.