Favored concubine deposed empress? I'll seize your throne and marry you to a powerful minister.

I can't bear it.

But it was still too fast.

Wei Rong could almost immediately foresee the life she would lead, trapped within the four high walls of Donglin after accepting the contract.

But she knew that Ling Xianru lacked a sense of security.

I've never seen him let his guard down, nor can I see him fall asleep peacefully and let his guard down when he's next to her.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Rong raised her hand and pushed the imperial edict into the hands of the eunuch.

A clear look of surprise and fear appeared in the eunuch's eyes.

"I regret that I cannot accept this letter of appointment at this time. Please keep it with my father-in-law for the time being."

"..."

The new king had already given instructions that this imperial decree should be accepted only according to Miss Wei's wishes, and she should not be forced to accept it. If she does not accept it, then... she should not accept it.

The shadow outside the palace gate moved slightly, then disappeared.

Ling Xianru did not return to Chengqian Palace until sunset.

When Wei Rong couldn't find anyone, she simply went to the Qin Zheng Hall, where he handled state affairs, to look for him.

As expected, Ling Xian was engrossed in reviewing memorials, neglecting to eat or sleep.

Upon seeing her, the eunuch carefully bowed, then withdrew hesitantly.

Wei Rong took the soup from his hand and stepped closer to Ling Xianru.

With a thud, the tray was placed down.

But the hardworking emperor didn't even glance at it.

I'm angry.

Wei Rong suppressed a laugh and said softly, "Your Majesty, I heard you haven't eaten a single grain of rice all day. Your health cannot withstand it."

Ling Xianru paused in her review of memorials, finally speaking up: "You don't want to be empress, so what business is it of yours?"

That letter of appointment is right there on my desk.

Wei Rong leaned over, cupped his face in her hands, and made him look directly at her: "Eat something, and I'll give you a gift."

Gift?

Ling Xianru raised an eyebrow: "What gift?"

Releasing him, Wei Rong picked up the soup, scooped a spoonful, and held it to his lips: "A deal."

Despite the eunuch's repeated admonitions, Ling Xianru remained unmoved. But now, after glancing at the spoon pressed against her lips, she hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth and eating.

He could have done it himself, but he didn't. Instead, he ate the soup spoonful by spoonful with Wei Rong's help.

"Where's the gift?"

Before Wei Rong could even put down her bowl, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer: "Where's the gift?"

"The gift—" Wei Rong drawled, "can't be given here."

After saying that, she took Ling Xianru's hand and said, "Your Majesty must be tired after a long day; shouldn't you return to the palace to rest?"

There weren't many important court affairs to attend to; she was just stubbornly refusing to go back because of a grudge. Ling Xianru couldn't understand why this heartless woman always resolutely refused his appointments.

Is it really because we weren't prepared?

But no matter how angry he was, as long as Wei Rong said a few words to coax him, the fire in his heart seemed to disappear.

Led by Wei Rong, they walked all the way from the Hall of Diligent Governance back to the Chengqian Palace.

But I didn't see any gifts.

Once inside the palace, Chengqian Palace was exactly the same as usual.

The palace doors closed, and Ling Xianru's hand was released.

But then, Wei Rong wrapped her arms around Ling Xianru's neck, leaned in close, and kissed Ling Xianru's lips.

"..."

He couldn't possibly fail to understand such a proactive hint.

But Ling Xianru gripped Wei Rong's waist, pulling her away an inch, her voice low and husky: "What do you mean?"

Wei Rong tilted her head, steadying herself in his palm.

Then, with clear eyes, she stared into his pupils and said, "I love you too."

"......"

"I have never felt this way about anyone before, my heart races, I speak without thinking, and I look forward to it."

"..."

It felt as if the hand around her waist had tightened its grip an inch more.

Wei Rong then leaned in and kissed him on the lips: "You're the one who makes me feel this way."

They hadn't known each other for very long.

However, the experiences we shared were all thrilling and life-threatening, unforgettable and etched into our lives.

If Ling Xianru were an ordinary person, she would have agreed to marry him long ago.

But precisely because they are neither, once this marriage takes place, it will involve far too many people.

She was unwilling to agree hastily.

Although she knew that no matter what problems arose during this time, Ling Xianru would actually take care of them.

But that's not a reason for her to not want anything and to depend on him.

Ling Xianru's eyes were dark and unfathomable: "Then what are you worried about?"

"There are still things I want to do," Wei Rong said with a girlish, pleading expression, "but can I give you a sense of security first?"

What kind of sense of security?

Wei Rong raised her hand to unbutton the front of his robe, her fair fingers like jade, tearing open Ling Xianru's dragon robe.

His pale chest was exposed.

Ling Xianru's breathing suddenly became deep.

He grasped Wei Rong's hand, his voice rough and low: "What do you mean?"

"Doesn't Your Majesty wish to announce to the world that I'm sleeping in your dragon bed?" Wei Rong's eyes were moist. "Why not make it official?"

"..."

Taking advantage of Ling Xianru's moment of frustration, she kissed Ling Xianru's lips again.

However, young women are not very skilled at this kind of thing.

So much so that when Wei Rong tried to remove the waist sash from Ling Xian, her hands were already trembling slightly, and she couldn't get the hang of it no matter what she did.

Ling Xianru's teasing voice came from above: "Do you even know how to do it?"

The suppressed laughter in that tone made Wei Rong's face turn bright red.

She angrily withdrew her hand: "Maybe we should just forget about it."

She said forget it, and even let go of the force in her hand.

But—Ling Xianru grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to her: "Give me only half the gift? What happened to the promised sense of security? The die is cast and you're telling me to call it a day?"

The three interrogations forced Wei Rong's face to turn from red to a deep liver color.

She simply couldn't stand Ling Xianru's domineering aura: "I—"

'

Before she could finish speaking, she was kissed again, or rather, her mouth was sealed shut.

Ling Xianru didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and pressed her down on the bed.

With the change of control, Wei Rong was completely imprisoned in his arms, forced to tilt her head back to receive his kiss.

When she was out of breath, Ling Xianru finally let go of her. In the brief moment of respite, Wei Rong discovered that her waist belt had been opened at some point.

"..."

This person had clearly been planning this for a long time!

But then, Wei Rong no longer had time to think about these things.

She was pinned between the soft bedding by Ling Xianru, from dusk till dawn, and countless times she wanted to question herself, why did she presumptuously come to give Ling Xianru a sense of security?

He wasn't sure if she felt anything, but when she got out of bed, she felt like her legs weren't her own anymore.

Her legs went weak, and Wei Rong almost knelt down.

Wearing an overcoat, her whole body ached, and she gritted her teeth as she stuffed a letter into Ling Xianru's palm.

Then, gazing at his face, she placed a light kiss on his forehead.

·

The future queen of the new king of Donglin has disappeared.

It is said that when the new king of Donglin woke up, the queen had run away.