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

Chapter 62: Show Him Some Respect

Leng Yuling's uncanny thought process often left Mo Zhen bewildered, just like now, he couldn't understand what Leng Yuling was saying at all.

Therefore, he chose to ignore Leng Yuling's words and asked again, "I heard that the Empress just took the Medical Sage to familiarize himself with the palace environment?"

Leng Yuling raised an eyebrow. When did Mo Zhen become so artful and tactful in his speech?

What do you mean by 'familiarizing himself with the palace environment'? Can't I just show him around?

“He’s my master. If it weren’t for him, I would have died long ago, and maybe I would have been reincarnated. So—” she paused, cleared her throat, and said, “You should show him some respect.”

However, even if we disregard the fact that Bai Xiaozi is her master and her savior, we should still give him enough respect because he is the Sage of Medicine. After all, the Sage of Medicine is not only respected within the Northern Desert, but also by everyone across the entire continent.

However, seeing Leng Yuling protecting Bai Xiaozi like this, Mo Zhen felt a little uncomfortable and said, "You are very protective of him."

The dim-witted Leng Yuling didn't understand the meaning behind Mo Zhen's words, and instead said smugly, "Of course, after all, he is my master."

Actually, upon careful consideration, Leng Yuling realized that she was very lucky to have transmigrated into this body, even though she had never experienced fatherly or motherly love, was not even acknowledged by her father, and was even jilted on her wedding day.

But despite all that, she still gained a lot.

For example, she acquired such excellent medical skills and the title of Empress of Southern Chu. Whether it was the medical sage worshipped by the whole world or the young and promising emperor, they were all her closest relatives. It can be said that she turned misfortune into blessing.

However, Mo Zhen was unaware that he shared in Leng Yuling's proud demeanor, and anger welled up in his chest.

He raised his hand and pinched Leng Yuling's chin, meeting her eyes with anger, and said, "Don't forget, you are my Empress!"

Mo Zhen's strength wasn't great, but Leng Yuling could tell from his eyes that he was very angry, even furious. A hint of fear flashed in her eyes as she was terrified by Mo Zhen's sudden outburst of anger.

Only when he saw the fleeting fear in Leng Yuling's eyes did he release her, calming his anger, but he remained silent.

The latter, however, kept staring at him. In the past, she had never been afraid of Mo Zhen, not because she was so powerful, but because she could not sense any hostility from Mo Zhen.

However, it was only today that she suddenly realized that no matter how much Mo Zhen indulged her and how much he doted on her in front of others, he was still an emperor, and she was just a woman who posed no threat to him.

As the saying goes, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. She realized this a little late, but it wasn't too late.

"I know I am your empress, and from now on, whatever you say goes."

Leng Yuling suddenly spoke coldly, and before Mo Zhen could react, she had already gotten up and left.

Looking at Leng Yuling's slightly disappointed figure, Mo Zhen realized that he had been a bit impulsive just now.

Was she afraid of herself?

Leng Yuling had no idea how frustrated Mo Zhen was at that moment, but Mo Zhen's actions told her that she needed to re-examine her relationship with Mo Zhen, their true relationship.

“We’re husband and wife in name only. You can cooperate, but you also have to give me the freedom I need.” After taking a few steps, Leng Yuling suddenly stopped, but said without turning her head.

"Freedom?" Mo Zhen stood up, looked at her back, smiled mockingly, and continued, "Do you think that my keeping you in the palace is restricting your freedom?"

Her words clearly indicated that she did not want to be the empress.

Every time she said something like that, Mo Zhen felt extremely uncomfortable. Was she so unwilling and resentful to marry him?

“You know it in your heart.” Leng Yuling turned her head slightly and said calmly.

After speaking, he walked into the inner room, completely ignoring Mo Zhen who was standing there in the outer room.

Mo Zhen narrowed his eyes, watching her retreating figure, but said nothing more and did not follow her inside.

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Since that day, Leng Yuling has stopped caring about Ma Zhiyun's affairs. After all, Ma Zhiyun is Mo Zhen's concubine, so what does it have to do with her?

Similarly, Mo Zhen seemed to have encountered some troubles, and he refused to mention asking Bai Xiaozi to treat Ma Zhiyun, and he never came to Leng Yuling's Jingling Palace again.

The two of them tacitly began a cold war, but even they didn't know why they had suddenly started. Ziyan was even more confused.

"Your Highness, you don't look well these past few days. Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that Leng Yuling, who is usually lively and energetic, has been looking sullen lately, Ziyan couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with her.

Leng Yuling shook her head, but Ziyan refused to believe it: "Your Highness, don't lie to me. You must be feeling unwell, otherwise why wouldn't you have a smile on your face? I'll go find the Sage of Medicine right away."

As she was about to leave, she stopped in her tracks upon hearing Leng Yuling's words.

Leng Yuling said, "I am a doctor myself. Besides, do you think I don't know whether I feel unwell or not?"

Ziyan turned around and looked at Leng Yuling with a worried expression. "But Your Highness, I think you don't look well..." She spoke carefully, afraid of upsetting Leng Yuling.

She was naturally unhappy. Being pinched on the chin for no reason, and not in a joke, how could she be happy? Mo Zhen was clearly warning her.

Of course, it also reminded her of Mo Zhen's identity and what that identity represented in this era.

The more this happened, the more she wanted to get away from here, away from the palace, away from Mo Zhen, and even away from Southern Chu.

Leng Yuling rested her chin on her hand and couldn't help but sigh, recalling her life in her previous life—how wonderful, how peaceful, how free it was.

"Elder sister." Just as she was lost in thought, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts, abruptly pulling her back from her memories.

"How did you come?"

Leng Ruoxi lowered her head and said cautiously, "I heard that you've been in a bad mood these past few days, so I thought I'd come and talk to you. But... have I bothered you?"

Leng Ruoxi's gentle and weak appearance would surely ignite the protective instincts of many men. Unfortunately, Leng Yuling only felt disgusted by this kind of woman, and had no desire to protect her.

Or perhaps, the original owner of this body had always rejected everyone in the Prime Minister's mansion, so she instinctively and naturally rejected Leng Ruoxi.

"If I have disturbed you, elder sister, I will leave now." Leng Ruoxi's voice was so sweet and gentle that it made people feel weak all over.

Leng Yuling disliked her even more for her aggrieved look, but she didn't send her away. She just said lightly, "No, it's nothing, I just don't want to talk."

Leng Ruoxi was taken aback by her directness. She lowered her head slightly, not daring to speak again. She didn't know whether to leave or stay.