Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

Ling Yan raised her eyes and looked around at the five people surrounding her.

His chest rose and fell slightly as he took a deep breath.

That breath, seemingly carrying both long-standing struggles and present compromises, slowly circulated in the chest.

A moment later, the taut lines around her body gradually relaxed.

It seems they have resigned themselves to their fate and accepted it.

So she parted her lips slightly, her voice soft and sweet but tinged with a hint of weakness.

Looking directly at Xiao Muyao, she said gently, "Ayao, carry me inside. Standing like this is really tiring."

As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "Today, I can't escape anyway. All five of you are highly skilled and have superb martial arts. If A Yao and A Chen are to fight hard to help me get out, a fierce battle is inevitable. In the end, both sides will be severely injured and suffer a terrible fate."

She closed her eyes slightly, paused for a moment, as if sketching the scene of the bloody battle in her mind.

She opened her eyes again, filled with regret: "So even if I manage to escape, what then? You are all my boyfriends. This miserable state is not what I wanted. Therefore, I have decided not to escape again."

After speaking, a sense of relief appeared in her eyes as she gazed quietly at Xiao Muyao, radiating a unique tranquility.

Upon hearing Ling Yan's words, Xiao Muyao's eyes lit up.

Like a dazzling firework suddenly bursting forth in a dark wasteland, joy surged and instantly engulfed him.

His tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and his eyes reddened with excitement.

Her lips trembled slightly, and it took her a while to find her voice. Her tone was high, full of barely suppressed joy: "Okay, I'll carry you inside!"

After saying that, he strode forward and gently yet urgently picked up Lingyan and carried her horizontally.

It was as if they were holding the most precious and rare treasure in the world, both carefully and excitedly.

Lu Yanqing and He Jingchuan exchanged a glance, both of them looking pleased.

A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips as she followed Xiao Muyao into the room, her steps lighter than usual.

The gloom that had lingered in my heart for many days was finally dispelled somewhat by Lingyan's words.

The tension in his body also relaxed.

Chu Xiyao and Shen Qingchen followed behind without hesitation and entered the room at a leisurely pace.

Then Shen Qingchen raised her hand and steadily closed the door.

With a soft "click," the noise of the outside world seemed to shut out the disturbances.

At this moment, Xiao Muyao steadily carried Lingyan to the chair and gently put her down.

He then raised his hand and released her pressure points.

Then he let out a long sigh, a smile appearing on his lips, but his eyes revealed a gentle understanding: "Yan'er, I know what you're thinking. Just now you seemed resigned to your fate and had given up the idea of ​​running away, but how could I not know that this was just a temporary measure? You're only not running away for now. Once we let our guard down, you will definitely seize the opportunity to escape again."

Ling Yan neither moved nor spoke upon hearing this.

But silence has clearly replaced an answer.

Seeing this, Xiao Muyao continued in a gentle voice, looking at her very sincerely, "So I don't want us to keep torturing each other like this. Now I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you and properly resolve the problems between us."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yan's gaze met Xiao Muyao's directly.

A slight curve appeared at the corner of her lips, revealing a faint, ethereal smile.

The smile didn't reach her eyes; her lips parted slightly, her voice clear yet tinged with undisguised skepticism: "How do you intend to resolve this? Can you even resolve it?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Muyao took a step forward, his posture upright yet full of sincerity, his feet firmly planted, facing Lingyan directly.

His gaze was open and honest, his eyes reflecting Ling Yan's figure with sincerity.

His hands unconsciously clenched at his sides, as if trying to seize this fleeting opportunity; his voice trembled slightly, yet every word was clear and powerful.

“Yan’er, I can handle this! Also, I want to apologize to you first for my ridiculous arrogance. I was so sure that you could see through my feelings. We’ve been together for eight years, day and night. I thought we were already in sync. Even without saying it, you knew that I had no intention of taking a concubine. I thought we had a tacit understanding about this. Even without explanation, you would understand. So I foolishly never said it out loud.”

As he spoke, his brows furrowed, filled with regret: "But little did I know that from beginning to end, you never believed that I would stand by you. I'm sorry, it was my oversight that led you to misunderstand my unspoken promise and run away."

Then he took a deep breath, his chest heaving, straightened his spine, and solemnly and devoutly said, "So now, I am making this matter clear to you. I, Xiao Muyao, will only have you in my heart and soul for the rest of my life. I will never take any concubines. If I disobey, I will be struck by lightning and die a horrible death! Yan'er, now, are you willing to believe me?"

As Xiao Muyao finished speaking, his burning and expectant gaze, like two invisible ropes, tightly bound Ling Yan.

His eyes were fixed, his pupils reflecting only Lingyan's face, his tension and longing surging uncontrollably.

His breathing became shallow and rapid, his chest rising and falling as if awaiting his fate.

He Jingchuan, Lu Yanqing, Chu Xiyao, and Shen Qingchen, who were standing nearby, were all shocked when they heard this.

An emperor was actually willing to leave his harem empty for one person.

Then, the shock faded, and a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

My heart was filled with admiration, and I secretly admired the steadfastness of their feelings.

Ling Yan, the person involved, naturally found it unbelievable as well.

Her eyes widened as she stared intently at Xiao Muyao, her gaze filled with shock and astonishment.

That look seemed to see right through the person in front of him, to confirm that what he said was not a hallucination.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, and his chest heaved violently.

She never imagined that he would make such a solemn promise and go to such lengths for her.

Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

My mind was in turmoil, my eyes were red, and a sour feeling welled up inside me.

She had never had such fantasies before.

But at this moment, Xiao Muyao's sincerity was like a fire, causing her frozen heart to waver.

At this moment, she wavered between belief and disbelief, her heart filled with struggle and turmoil.

Xiao Muyao saw that Lingyan's lips were tightly pursed and she remained silent for a long time.

The hesitation in his eyes was like a sharp arrow piercing his heart.

How could he not know that she still didn't believe him?

He then took another half step forward, his gaze fixed intently on Lingyan, burning with fervor and sincerity.

His gaze seemed to convey his heartfelt emotions directly to her eyes.

"Yan'er, why don't you believe that I would overcome all obstacles for you and leave my harem empty? Do you think that in my heart, you are not as important as the throne?"

"But you're mistaken. You are all equally important to me, so I will overcome all difficulties to accomplish this for you. Even if the ministers oppose me, I am confident that I can stabilize the court and the people's hearts, and that there will be no trouble. I will also prevent anyone from using this to attack you. So, do you trust me?"

His voice trembled slightly, yet every word was firm and resounding.

Ling Yan's gaze met Xiao Muyao's burning, almost scalding eyes, and she was drawn to him as if by a magnet, unable to look away for a moment.

The person before me had eyes that burned with an intense, burning sincerity.

He stood ramrod straight, exuding an undeniable determination.

Each word was like a heavy hammer, striking the already guarded walls of her heart.

The cracks were created, allowing a glimmer of trust to seep in.

For a moment, an impulse welled up inside her.

I want to reach out and grasp this sincerity, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, and believe in him this once.

But in the blink of an eye, reason came crashing down on him like a bucket of cold water.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she quickly lowered her eyes to avoid his burning gaze.

Equally important?

How can it be?

She could never surpass the mighty land.