If it had been the younger Emperor Chengping, he might have pulled out his Shang Fang sword and killed He Yanwen in a fit of rage.

Emperor Chengping, who was nearing the end of his life, had mastered the art of calming his emotions to the extreme. Having been a supreme being for so many years, he had become the true ruler of the world. Ordinary matters could no longer affect him.

That was why he managed to suppress his emotions and not lose his mind when he mentioned the matter that he regretted the most in his youth.

Emperor Chengping's cold gaze shot down from above. If looks could kill, Uncle Jing 'an would probably be a sieve by now.

Although Emperor Chengping's gaze was frightening, Uncle Jing 'an couldn't back down now. He had persevered for so many years. That secret could only rot in his stomach now!

"Great, He Yanwen, you're really good!

You're just a dog to those people. Even today, you're still a dog that can't stop eating sh * t! "

Emperor Chengping, the ruler of the world, said such vulgar words. One could imagine how angry he was.

Enduring Emperor Chengping's rage, Uncle Jing 'an knelt down silently. He lowered his head slightly and knelt on the shiny floor of the Hall of Diligent Government. His back was ramrod straight. It looked like he had lowered his head and compromised, but it was actually a silent protest.

Emperor Chengping could no longer sit still behind his desk. He stood up and paced back and forth behind his desk with his hands behind his back. His eyes were red with anger.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks. "He Yanwen, are you still not willing to speak even now?"

Uncle Jing 'an cupped his hands at Emperor Chengping. "Your Majesty, this humble subject has nothing to say."

"Nothing to say? He Yanwen, you're Ah Xun's senior brother!

You're both from the same sect. She treats you like a real brother! "

Uncle Jing 'an pursed his chapped lips. "Your Majesty, it's precisely because I'm Ah Xun's senior brother that I have to keep this secret."

"Well done. Well done. No wonder you're called the brave and loyal General of the South. You can die in Mingzhou if you want!"

Uncle Jing 'an sighed in his heart. "Your Majesty, it's been so many years. Why are you still dwelling on this matter? Ah Xun passed away more than ten years ago. She only wished for you to live a good life."

Uncle Jing 'an's words almost caused Emperor Chengping to fall over. Eunuch Wei, who was beside him, quickly caught the emperor.

The corners of Emperor Chengping's mouth pulled into a bitter smile. Even though he had guessed many years ago that Ye Xun was no longer in this world, he still couldn't believe it when he heard it from someone else's mouth.

He muttered, "So she really did go."

"Can you tell me where her grave is?"

Emperor Chengping's eyes, which had been filled with awe-inspiring vigor, instantly turned gray. He looked at Count Jing 'an, who was kneeling in the middle of the hall, with a hint of anticipation.

For a moment, Uncle Jing 'an couldn't bear to tell Emperor Chengping just like that. However, he quickly regained his senses and shook his head firmly in silence.

Emperor Chengping, who was immersed in his grief, suddenly started coughing violently. He swept the memorials, brush washer, inkstone, paperweight, and other items off the table to the ground. The ink in the ink pool spilled all over the floor, and the area next to the table was in a sorry state.

Emperor Chengping kept coughing with his hands on his knees. He didn't know if it was because he was coughing too hard or because he was really heartbroken, but tears started falling from the corners of his eyes.

Eunuch Wei jumped in fright and quickly patted his master's back. He glared angrily at Count Jing 'an, who was kneeling on the ground.

After a long while, Emperor Chengping's coughing finally calmed down.

With Eunuch Wei's help, he sat back down at the table. Then, he coldly said to Count Jing 'an, who was still kneeling in the middle of the hall, "Scram!"

Count Jing 'an looked up slightly at the dragon throne. He got up and bowed to Emperor Chengping, then silently left the Hall of Diligent Government.

No one knew how long Count Jing 'an had been gone. Emperor Chengping, who was sitting behind the table, suddenly asked, "Wei Chenghai, don't you think I was too greedy?"

He thought he would be able to forget her quickly, but as time passed, Ah Xun's image became clearer and clearer in his mind. He wanted to know if she was doing well, wanted to know what she looked like when she got older, and wanted to know if she missed him. But now, there was really nothing left.

Ah Xun was no longer in this world. She had left him forever.

Eunuch Wei had been by Emperor Chengping's side when he was a prince, so he knew the most about his situation.

Everyone had their reasons for what happened back then.

It wasn't Emperor Chengping's fault alone, nor was it Count Jing 'an's fault alone.

But now that Emperor Chengping was in such a state, how could he tell the truth? He could only go along with Emperor Chengping's words and console him.

"Your Majesty, as long as one is alive, they all have greed. It's understandable that Your Majesty misses Miss Ye Xun, but Your Majesty is now the ruler of a country. No matter how important Miss Ye Xun is, she shouldn't be your everything."

Emperor Chengping understood that Eunuch Wei was right, but he still felt sad.

He would never be able to see Ah Xun again …

How could he not feel sad?

"But We still feel sad. We can't control ourselves at all."

Eunuch Wei didn't speak anymore. He just stayed by Emperor Chengping's side silently.

Who would have thought that the high and mighty Emperor would have such a painful time?

In the next few days, Emperor Chengping's expression wasn't very good during morning court sessions. After another day or two, morning court sessions were suspended for the entire day.

The imperial physicians reported that Emperor Chengping had caught a cold and had a fever.

Fortunately, Emperor Chengping was usually very stable, and it was only a minor illness. Otherwise, bad news would have spread.

The emperor's birthday was near, and the officials who didn't attend morning court were all thinking about what gift to give Emperor Chengping.

This was Emperor Chengping's fiftieth birthday, so they couldn't be careless.

At this time, He Changdi, who had returned early, was in Songtao Court discussing the birthday gift with Chu Lian.

He was now in an important position in court, and he was no longer a nobleman who hadn't become an official. He had to properly prepare a gift for Emperor Chengping.

Chu Lian's expression hadn't been right since she woke up this morning. Even though she tried to hide it, He Changdi could still see it at a glance.

In addition, the morning court session had been canceled, and he was worried about his wife, so he came back early.

When He Sanlang returned to Songtao Court, Chu Lian was still napping in her bedroom.

Half of her face was buried in the blankets, and one side of her face was red from sleeping. One couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch her cheeks.

He Changdi sent away the servant girls in the room, and walked quietly to the bedside, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

He then reached out to pull away the blankets covering Chu Lian's face.

Chu Lian had been holding onto the edge of the blankets with one hand, but when He Changdi pulled, her hand moved, and she immediately woke up.

When she opened her eyes, there was a moment of panic and unfocused. When she finally focused her gaze on He Changdi, she seemed to regain her consciousness.

He Sanlang's brows furrowed slightly.

Chu Lian's condition wasn't right today.

His little wife was usually the most sleepy, and when she slept, she would be very deep. Sometimes, no matter how much he teased her, she wouldn't wake up. But today, a small movement had startled her awake.

He Changdi reached out to touch her forehead. Her temperature was normal, and she wasn't sick.

He softened his voice, and leaned over to Chu Lian. "Do you want to continue sleeping?

Do you want me to sleep with you for a while? "

Chu Lian took a long time to understand He Changdi's words. The corners of her mouth twitched, and her originally clear and bright eyes became listless.

"No, I'll get up now." As she spoke, Chu Lian propped herself up.

He Changdi looked at the time and calculated the time. Chu Lian had only slept for half an hour.

"What's wrong?

Did you have a nightmare? "

Chu Lian looked up at him. She was about to shake her head, but then she nodded hesitantly.

He Changdi's cold and handsome face melted like the first snow. He sat down next to Chu Lian, and reached out to pull her into his embrace. "You're usually not very brave. Why did you suddenly get scared by a nightmare? Come, tell me what kind of dream you had. I want to know if it was really scary."

Chu Lian followed his strength and rested her head on his firm chest.

Her gaze became distant. She had just dreamt that she had returned to the modern world. Everything she had experienced in the Great Wu Dynasty had become a dream. Her crazy husband, He Sanlang, was no longer by her side …

After waiting for a while, He Changdi didn't hear his wife say anything.

He looked down and saw that the little woman's thick eyelashes were trembling, and her face was a little pale. He reached out to touch Chu Lian's small hand, and to his surprise, he found that her soft hand was cold.

"Are you really not feeling well?"

Chu Lian suddenly pulled her hand out of He Changdi's large palm, and then suddenly hugged He Sanlang tightly.

She buried her head into He Changdi's clothes. After a while, He Changdi heard his wife's soft and muffled voice in his ear.

"He Changdi, don't ever leave me, okay?!"

Usually, Chu Lian had never done this. Hearing her request that was similar to a confession, He Changdi's heart warmed.

His gaze became even more gentle, and his large palm gently patted Chu Lian's back.

"Lian 'er, don't worry. I won't leave you."

Chu Lian pushed He Changdi away, and then kissed him hard on the lips.

He Sanlang was only stunned for a moment, but in the next second, he turned the tables.

He was secretly happy and excited. He and Chu Lian had been husband and wife for so long, and every time they were together, he was the one who took the initiative. This was the first time that she was so passionate.

Soon, the lapels of their clothes fell under the bed.

The red candles in the bedroom warmed the room.

This time, because Chu Lian was the one who took the initiative, He Sanlang was especially excited. He asked for it three times before letting her go.

By the time they were done, Chu Lian had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.

He Changdi only had a sky-blue sleeping robe draped over his body, and his strong chest was exposed. His black hair flowed down his back, and two strands fell over his shoulders. His lazy appearance diluted his cold aura, and it added a hint of evil to the handsome man.

He Changdi stretched out his slender fingers and touched Chu Lian's slightly blushing cheeks. His slightly rough fingertips slid over her long eyelashes, her tall nose, her petal-like red lips, and finally landed on her delicate collarbone.

He couldn't help but lean over and peck Chu Lian's lips. Then, he reached out to push aside her sweaty hair.

Perhaps it was because the touch made Chu Lian feel itchy, but she furrowed her brows and tilted her face, trying to avoid the ticklish touch.

He Changdi's lips curved up, and he laughed.

Then, his eyes darkened. He pulled Chu Lian into his embrace and closed his eyes.

An hour later, He Changdi got up and went to the study.

He called Chu Lian's servant girls, Granny Gui, and Granny Zhong to his side and asked them about the reason.

However, even Xiyan didn't know what Chu Lian was worried about. She could only see that Chu Lian had been feeling uneasy for the past two days, but she didn't know why.

Chu Lian, who seemed to be asleep, opened her eyes when He Changdi got up and left the bedroom.

She blinked and looked at the top of the tent with hundreds and thousands of children and grandchildren. She was at a loss and a little scared. After all, everything she knew about the Great Wu Dynasty had ended yesterday …

She had only read half of the book, so she knew nothing about the rest.

This was like a sniper in a strange place suddenly losing the sniper rifle he relied on to survive. This kind of situation affected her mood and made her lose her sense of security. She couldn't help but feel scared and panicked.

Chu Lian took a deep breath, and the confusion in her eyes gradually turned into determination.

She believed that even if she didn't have that kind of cheat, she would still be able to live well.

When she thought of this, Chu Lian's mood lightened up.

Then, she remembered that although she knew what would happen in the future, He Changdi still exceeded her expectations. So, not everything developed according to the original book. She had encountered the biggest accident.

Because of this, she had been feeling nervous for the past few days. It was purely asking for trouble.

Looking at it this way, there was no difference between knowing the plot of the original book and not knowing it. She just had to be herself.

After thinking it through, Chu Lian remembered how she had taken the initiative in front of He Changdi. Her face instantly turned completely red.

She called for Wenqing to come over.

"Where's my husband?"

Wenqing carefully glanced at Third Young Mistress. Seeing that Third Young Mistress's complexion was rosy and her almond-shaped eyes were curved, she understood that her mood was much better than yesterday. She also relaxed. Third Young Master couldn't help but want to punish everyone in Songtao Court!

"Third Young Mistress, Third Young Master is in the study. Do you want to go?"

Chu Lian thought for a moment, then nodded.

Wenqing helped her put on a silver-red five-piece dress, then chose a few matching pearl hairpins to wear in her black hair. It was simple and dignified.

He Changdi was leaning against the desk with his eyes closed, deep in thought. His fingers subconsciously rubbed the jade ring on his thumb.

When he heard the door to the study open, he slowly opened his deep eyes.

He was slightly surprised to see that it was Chu Lian who came in. When he saw the smile on her face, his gloomy mood also dissipated.

He Changdi waved at Chu Lian.

Chu Lian walked a few steps to his side.

"Why are you in the study alone?"

There were no open documents in front of He Sanlang, and even the ink in the inkstone beside him was dry. He wasn't working.

He Changdi exerted strength in his palms, and Chu Lian was carried by him to sit on his lap.

Chu Lian struggled a few times, but couldn't break free, so she let him be.

He Changdi was tall and had long legs, while Chu Lian was petite. Sitting on his lap like this, it seemed like He Changdi was holding a delicate "daughter".

He Sanlang's slender fingers wrapped around a strand of Chu Lian's silky hair. His low, magnetic voice sounded above Chu Lian's head, "I was thinking about what gift to prepare for the birthday."

Chu Lian had been absent-minded for the past two days. Only after He Changdi's reminder did she remember that the birthday was almost here.

This year's birthday was Emperor Chengping's fiftieth birthday. Even the Empress Dowager had said that it would be a grand celebration.

When the time came, the high-ranking noblewomen would have to enter the palace to offer their congratulations.

He Changdi wasn't the only one who had to prepare a gift. As the ruler of Jinyi Village, she also had to prepare a gift of her own.

Chu Lian saw that his brows were slightly furrowed and asked, "Do you have an idea?"

He Changdi stretched out an arm to stop Chu Lian's slightly slipping waist. The corners of his lips curled up. "How about the Snow Mountain Mist Flower?"

As the ruler of the Great Wu Dynasty, Emperor Chengping had no lack of silver. If they wanted to give him a birthday gift, they naturally had to give it to him.

The couple weren't close to Emperor Chengping, so they naturally didn't know his hobbies. They could only choose a few new and interesting gifts.

There was still one stalk of the Snow Mountain Mist Flower that was used as a medicinal catalyst for Countess Jing 'an. According to Divine Doctor Miao, the Snow Mountain Mist Flower grown in the northernmost part of Mount Aming was even more valuable than hundred-year-old ginseng and lingzhi mushroom. Although it couldn't reach the exaggerated state of being able to cure hundreds of illnesses, it could be used as a medicinal catalyst for many stubborn ailments and would have extraordinary effects.

This was something that Divine Doctor Miao's master had passed down. Even the head of the imperial palace's doctors didn't know about the Snow Mountain Mist Flower's medicinal properties.

It wasn't shabby to give Emperor Chengping such a miraculous gift.

Chu Lian thought about it and nodded. "We just happen to have one left. This kind of gift is much more appropriate than those gold, stone, and jade artifacts."

Thus, the couple decided on a gift for Emperor Chengping's birthday.

He Changdi saw that she was in a better mood and joked, "Lian 'er, have you thought about what to give?"

Chu Lian smiled slyly. "I'll make it much simpler. I'll just make a dish and bring it to the palace."

He Sanlang tapped the tip of Chu Lian's nose. His expression suddenly turned serious. "After the birthday, we'll move out."

Chu Lian suddenly sat up straight. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?

You've discussed it with Father? "

He Changdi nodded. In the past two days, he and his father had cleaned out the entire estate.

He also understood why his eldest brother, He Changqi, suddenly wanted to marry Pan Nianzhen and give the position of heir to He Changjue.

It turned out that Eldest Grandaunt, He Ying, had brought Pan Nianzhen to look for He Changqi in private.

She said that as the eldest son of the family, he had ruined the family's reputation. If he didn't marry Pan Nianzhen, He Ying would publicize this scandal and ruin the entire estate's reputation.

He Changqi, who had been pushed into a corner, had made that decision in despair.

He Changdi had already discussed it with Uncle Jing 'an. In two days, He Ying and her mother would be sent to the estate and guarded by the family guards.

Some of the servants in Qingwen Hall would also be changed to prevent any accidents.

Once Uncle Jing 'an returned, Second Brother He Changjue's marriage would also be put on the agenda.

Eldest Brother He Changqi had just divorced, so he wasn't in a hurry to remarry.

Once Second Brother He Changqi married, it wouldn't be good for him, the third brother who had been conferred a marquis, to stay in the estate. It would be better to split up and live alone.

Moreover, Matriarch He still had a problem with Chu Lian. It would be good for them to start a new estate.

In actuality, Matriarch didn't know about this yet. However, He Changdi didn't plan on telling his grandmother before they officially moved out.

Seeing that He Sanlang had arranged everything in such an orderly manner, Chu Lian felt very happy. Her almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.

"Then where will we live in the future?"

Even though Chu Lian had lived in the Great Wu Dynasty for almost a year, she was still a modern person deep down. She still hoped to have a small home for herself and He Changdi.

He Sanlang had already secretly looked at several residences. He lowered his head and smiled faintly. "Shall I take you to see them some other day?"

Chu Lian naturally happily agreed. They didn't lack money right now, so they still had to choose a suitable residence.

The haze over the young couple's face had been swept away, but they didn't know that disaster was brewing elsewhere.

In the western part of Shengjing, an ordinary carriage stopped outside a small courtyard of an ordinary residence.

The curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man dressed in gray jumped out of the carriage. The man had a longsword at his waist. After he jumped out of the carriage, he respectfully lifted the curtain and helped the young man out.

The young man who got out of the carriage had a delicate face. If it weren't for the Adam's apple protruding from his neck, it would be hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

Wei Jia followed beside Xiao Bojian and whispered in his ear, "Master, it's here."

Xiao Bojian's brows furrowed, then he straightened his clothes and pushed open the door.

The layout of this remote courtyard was the most ordinary of residences. The courtyard was divided into east and west wing rooms and a main house. A persimmon tree was planted in the courtyard, and next to the tree was a well.

Xiao Bojian swept his eyes over and only saw a maid dressed in blue standing guard at the door of the west wing.

His footsteps paused, a trace of disgust flashing through his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He strode towards the west wing, Wei Jia following behind him with his head lowered. Finally, Xiao Bojian pushed open the door and entered the west wing, leaving Wei Jia and the maid outside.

Not long after, ambiguous sounds of a man and a woman drifted out from the west wing.

The woman's voice was unfamiliar, but coquettish to the bone.

Wei Jia practiced martial arts, so his five senses were very sensitive. He frowned as he listened, and the face of the maid beside him also turned red.

An hour later, the west wing finally calmed down.

Wei Jia, who was guarding the door, also let out a sigh of relief.

The inside of the room was filled with a strong smell.

The furnishings in the room were simple. There was only a bed, a table, and two chairs. However, everything was of high quality. It was obvious that it had been specially decorated.

At this time, the sound of a man and a woman talking came from the closed curtains.

The man's voice was Xiao Bojian's. His voice carried a trace of coldness and gloominess, making it very easy to recognize.

But the woman's voice was soft and beautiful, sweet and coquettish.

Hearing the woman's voice, one could tell that this woman was not very young. She was at least over twenty years old.

She giggled and used her bright red fingernails to scratch Xiao Bojian's thin white chest.

"I didn't think that my husband would be so powerful. This lady was almost killed by you."

Xiao Bojian hugged the mature and well-developed woman in his arms. His eyes flashed with disgust again. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he lowered his head to blow a breath of hot air into the woman's ear. His large palm reached under the quilt to grab the woman's well-developed chest, squeezing it hard.

"I'm so powerful, isn't it good to satisfy you?"

The woman was immediately amused by his words and laughed. Her well-developed body also trembled. She placed her thigh on Xiao Bojian's body and deliberately twisted it.

"This lady likes it when you're so powerful."

Xiao Bojian suddenly pushed the woman away.

"What about the thing I asked you to do?"

He finally couldn't hide the coldness in his voice.

If this woman wasn't still by his side, he would have immediately jumped into the bathtub to wash his body.

The woman giggled again. She stuck to Xiao Bojian's naked back again. She used her palm to caress Xiao Bojian's smooth back, and then moved lower and lower.

"Are you still worried about this lady's work, Lord Xiao? How are you going to thank me this time?"

As soon as the woman's voice fell, Xiao Bojian felt the important part of his body being wrapped by a smooth hand.