Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

When Murong Canghai came back, Su Yueming was making a fire on the stove. When she saw Murong Canghai, she suddenly felt something strange in her heart.

He quickly lowered his head, but Murong Canghai did not say hello to her and went straight into the room. After a long time, he came out again. His face looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

He walked to her who was making a fire, bent down, turned his head, and said "Huh".

"What are you doing?" Su Yueming asked, covering up her panic in her heart.

"Why is your face so red? It makes my hands sweat so hot." He stretched out his hands, held her face, and asked seriously.

Su Yueming's heart tightened, he patted his big palm away, turned his face away, and said, "It's burning fire, do you think I'm as idle as you, what kind of witnesses are going to be?"

Murong Canghai lowered his eyes and accidentally saw Su Yueming's shoes. The sides of the shoes were dirty and some black mud was carrying some black mud. He calmed down and said, "Have you just been to Ahu's house?"

Su Yueming opened her mouth.

"Then..." Murong Canghai's expression frozen for a moment, and he said, "You have heard what I and Ah Hu talked about?"

Su Yueming threw a handful of firewood into the stove and said, "I didn't want to hear it."

A malicious smile slowly appeared on Murong Canghai's face and said, "What do you think of my idea?"

"What, what's the idea? I don't know what you're talking about?" Su Yueming stood up and ran out.

Murong Canghai chased after him and said, "You obviously heard that, right? Wait until you are in your prime, and then you will be in the bridal chamber."

His voice was so loud that the passers-by turned their heads and looked at them with curious eyes—

Su Yueming suddenly turned cold and ran faster, and ran to the pear blossom forest until his figure was submerged in a piece of white.

Murong Canghai quickly followed, circled around several times before finally seeing her figure under the largest pear tree.

Looking at this, her figure felt a little lonely. Murong Canghai looked at it and felt a feeling of wanting to take care of her.

He walked forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, looked at the white flowers in front of him, and said-

"What I just said is serious and never made fun of me."

Su Yueming turned around, stared at his face with his eyes, and said—

"So, is the King of North Court willing to give up the annexation of the Great Zhou? Your 100,000 troops entrenched at the foot of Longshan, are ready to break through the territory of the Great Zhou at any time. Will you let them all go back?"

The originally tender expression on Murong Canghai's face disappeared, and he said angrily, "What do you mean is to be a trading mother with me? The condition for you to be with me is that I will let go of the swallowing of Dazhou?

It is imperative to unify the seven countries. Su Yueming, don’t make things difficult for me.”

Su Yueming smiled and said, "Always, this ambition is the most important thing in the mind of the King of North Court. Yueming is actually just the least important part of your life. Why is the King of North Court not focused on your ambition?

Great work, but forget the little affair of children."

The wind blows, and the pear blossoms fall again, fluttering, rustling like dreams and fantasy.

"I want to achieve great things; Su Yueming, I want to do it too."