Chapter 180
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"I've made up my mind. I want to marry Qingyan. No one can stop me." Ye Ling raised his handsome face arrogantly and stared coldly at Empress Rong. His voice was bone-chilling, like a fierce winter wind.
Empress Rong's beautiful eyes darted around. "Since you insist on marrying a little servant girl, I won't force you. I will report this to His Majesty and let him handle it."
Ye Ling, since you want to give up on the throne, then Luo 'er will accept it on your behalf.
His Majesty will never allow a servant girl to become the mother of the nation!
"Luo 'er, let's go!"
Empress Rong no longer hesitated and turned to walk out of the courtyard.
Ye Luo was taken aback and hurriedly chased after her. He asked anxiously, "Imperial Mother, are we just going to let this go?"
"Don't worry, there are some things she can't decide herself!" Empress Rong laughed coldly, "Luo 'er, go make the arrangements. Imperial Mother is going to Zephyr Pavilion to see Steward Wu Zhong."
"But Imperial Mother, the Third Prince's residence …" Ye Luo's eyes were filled with greed and reluctance.
There were too many treasures in the Third Prince's residence. Wouldn't it be great if all of them belonged to him?
How could Empress Rong not sense Ye Luo's intentions? Her red lips curled into a confident smile as she spoke slowly, "Luo 'er, when you become the Emperor, what can you not have? When that time comes, all you need to do is say the word and Ye Ling will obediently offer all of his treasures to you. This is the benefit of power! "
The benefits of power were great. Empress Rong knew this very well.
She liked the feeling of being in control of someone else's fate.
"I understand, Imperial Mother."
Ye Luo's eyes brightened. He licked his dry lips and his treacherous eyes swept over the place, carving every blade of grass and tree of the Third Prince's residence into his mind.
Every time he thought about how all of these precious treasures would belong to him in the future, he had the urge to throw his head back and laugh maniacally.
"Ye Ling, you've chosen a servant girl as your concubine. This means that you've already given up on the throne. Don't regret it. The day of my registration will be the day of your death!"
… …
In the courtyard, Ye Ling stared at the retreating figures of the people from the palace, and a trace of coldness appeared in her eyes.
Just as he was pondering, the young girl's lazy voice slowly sounded out by his ear. "Ye Ling, remember what you said earlier. I'll leave Qingyan in your care."
Ye Ling was startled. He turned his head and met Yun Luofeng's pitch-black eyes. He gently pursed his thin lips and nodded firmly. "Master, don't worry. I will protect her. With me around, no one can hurt her! No one can stop me from marrying her heart! "
As his thoughts had long been seen through by Yun Luofeng, Ye Ling no longer concealed the love in her heart. Her gentle gaze gradually turned towards Qing Yan.
"Qingyan, will you marry me?"
Qing Yan's face instantly blushed and she clutched the corner of her robes shyly. "I don't want to get married in the next few years. I still want to spend more time with you, Miss …"
"Qingyan, marrying Ye Ling doesn't mean that you can't work for me." Yun Luofeng chuckled. "However, if you're not in such a hurry to get married, you can get engaged first. There's no harm in waiting a few years before you get married."
"Miss …"
Qing Yan's head was almost buried in the dust. Even her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. The back of her ears were bright red and she was extremely shy.
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