Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Her beauty had never depended solely on those gorgeous accessories.
Her pair of phoenix-like eyes slightly raised. Even if she wore plain clothes, it could still make people not be blind. They only felt that she was absolutely beautiful and moving.
Perhaps compared to before, after losing those brocade clothes and gorgeous dresses, the woman did not look as eye-catching.
But beauty was still beautiful.
Touching her face, her long raven-green hair was scattered, but there was no maid beside her. She casually took a jade hairpin and tied her hair up.
What hairstyle? It didn’t exist. Shee just casually tied it up to make herself feel more refreshed.
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The sound of footsteps came from outside the palace.
The door of Yangxin Palace was carefully pushed open.
A hint of black color stepped in from the palace door, and his gaze naturally landed on the bed.
However, Xia Ling had already stood up unexpectedly.
She waited for Ji Wenyuan’s gaze to fall on the woman sitting in front of the bronze mirror.
The man’s deep eyes were slightly stifled, and that stunning look was suppressed under his gaze.
Ya Qing’s long hair was loosely tied up.
This dress of the Ji nation was worn by women, gentle and bright.
After staying in the Great Yan country for a long time…
Ji Wenyuan always looked at this dazzling empress and fantasized many times about her abandoning the empress’s dragon robe and becoming an ordinary woman beside him.
This scene was fantasized about countless times in his mind, but when he really saw this scene, everything he thought of was not as impactful as the scene before him.
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“Minister Ji, what a good trick.”
Feeling the man’s gaze.
Xia Ling slowly stood up.
This plain-colored dress was extremely beautiful, but it was the dress of the rebel army.
He overthrew her kingdom, usurped her throne, and entered her imperial palace.
With a smile, she walked up to Ji Wenyuan.
Ji Wenyuan looked at this woman.
Proud and noble, gentle and charming…
It was as if she had walked out of his dream.
No matter what happened to her in the future, he now had the right to monopolize her!
He could imprison her in this Yangxin Palace and monopolize her beauty, or he could wait for her to fall in love with him and make her his queen.
In this way, he could still share the kingdom with her!
He could…
Ji Wenyuan looked at the woman with his deep eyes.
She was also looking at his black robe, which was embroidered with auspicious clouds and pythons with golden threads. It was a dragon robe that could only be worn by those with the highest status.
Xia Ling walked up to Ji Wenyuan with a cold smile on her face.
“MINISTER JI!”
A loud slap was heard in Yangxin Palace.
Ji Wenyuan’s face was burning. It was the woman who hit him. He was caught off guard and received a slap directly from her.
“You really betrayed my trust!” Her voice was cold. Even if Xia Ling’s lips curled up, that smile did not enter her phoenix eyes.
On the mission board, the body-torturing little flower lit up by a quarter.
Ji Wenyuan raised his hand to caress his face. Looking at the proud woman in front of him, a dark color surged in his eyes.
This black robe, its handsome and deep appearance, was very different from the holy and gentle man that Xia Ling had seen in the past.
After ascending the throne, there was finally no need to hide. Ji Wenyuan revealed his true personality.
Dark, treacherous, and vengeful.
He was a person who was scheming through and through. The gentle Tsinghua University in the past was only on the surface.
He was a very patient hunter. He set up a full set of traps and slowly captured the prey. Only when she could not struggle or retreat would he make a move without hesitation!
Ji Wenyuan looked at her. “Your Majesty, it seems that you do not have the self-awareness of being a prisoner.”
Xia Ling: “Prisoner? I never knew how that word was written!”
