Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Unexpectedly, instead of attracting Ye Qingyou's attention, Ye Qingyou ended up beating up Xiang Feimo.

Xiang Feimo shook his head, gritted his teeth and stood there, his eyes shining with determination.

Although this was originally a scheme, he still didn't want to kneel before that lewd emperor.

Jin Huan looked at his expression, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, before finally turning and leaving.

Deep within the flowers, only rhythmic snapping sounds could be heard.

And Xiang Feimo, deliberately remaining silent.

Ye Qingyou arrived at Zhuohua's palace. Coincidentally, Zhuohua had just moved her zither to the pear tree.

Under the original pear tree, there was only a stone, polished round and smooth.

Usually, when Zhuohua is alone, she sits on that rocky mountain and quietly plays the zither.

Since Ye Qingyou got used to listening to the zither, a stone table was set up under the pear tree.

Ye Qingyou sat down as usual.

"Your Majesty was not coming!"

Zhuo Hua nodded slightly, and the charred guqin rested on his lap.

"Why won't you come?"

Ye Qingyou smiled and asked him in return.

"After all, Xiang Feimo's musical skills are undeniable!"

Zhuohua's fingers gently plucked the strings twice.

"But...I feel I'm not as good as you!"

After Ye Qingyou finished speaking, she picked up a cup from the table.

The cup had no lid, and pear petals had already fallen into it. She picked up the cup and took a small sip.

It has the fragrance of tea, and even more so, the aroma of pear petals.

Upon hearing her words, Zhuohua's heart skipped a beat, and the zither on her lap almost fell off.

He stretched out his fingers, supported the violin, and began to play again without making a sound.

Pear petals fluttered and swirled around the two of them, creating a beautiful and idyllic scene.

"Your Majesty... King Ling requests an audience!"

At this moment, a eunuch walked up to her and whispered something in her ear.

"not see!"

Without even thinking, Ye Qingyou knew that Ye Changge must have come for Xiang Feimo.

"Your Highness, King Ling..."

With the eunuch's shouts, Ye Changge knelt before Ye Qingyou in no time.

Zhuohua's zither music also came to an abrupt end.

“Your Majesty, my sister was reckless! I beg Your Majesty to punish her, but I only hope that Your Majesty can spare Xiang Feimo’s life.”

Ye Changge knelt on the ground and suddenly uttered these words.

"Since you know you were being reckless, step back! I'll let you off the hook this time since you've made one mistake!"

Ye Qingyou narrowed her eyes and continued to drink from her teacup.

"Your Majesty... Xiang Feimo... he..."

Ye Changge spoke haltingly, probably because he had rushed over and didn't know how to phrase his words.

"Xiang Feimo... this unruly commoner thinks he's superior just because he can play the zither so well? I've already decided to hand him over to Wei Changqing."

As soon as Ye Qingyou finished speaking, Ye Changge's face turned pale instantly.

"Your Majesty, you mustn't! Although Wei Changqing is a brave and talented commander, she is ruthless and cruel to her own men in private. If Xiang Feimo were to fall into her hands, he would surely die. If Your Majesty really wants to give Xiang Feimo away, then bestow him upon me! I have never asked anything of Your Majesty over the years, and now I have only this small wish, and I implore Your Majesty to grant it!"