Not only was she going to marry the most respectable man in Country A, she was also going to give birth to a son for him, the Crown Prince of Country A.
Dongfang Ruoli lifted her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. She looked exactly like Tang Mo 'er.
She knew that he couldn't have his deepest love when Tang Mo 'er was still alive.
Now, as Tang Mo 'er's shadow, she had sent herself in front of him to fulfill his dreams and satisfy his greed and lust.
Wasn't this a form of perfection?
"Creak!" The door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in.
Lu Yeming had returned.
Dongfang Ruoli quickly went up to him, her eyes gentle as water. "Your Highness, have you been drinking?"
Lu Yeming reeked of alcohol.
Today was the big wedding and all the dignitaries of Country A had come to attend. He had gone out to socialize with them.
"Mm, I had a few drinks."
Lu Yeming replied mildly. He had drunk a lot of alcohol and even his deep almond-shaped eyes were no longer as clear as they used to be. Instead, they were clouded with a layer of drunkenness.
He lifted his eyes to look at Dongfang Ruoli. When he saw her dressed in red, her long hair flowing down her back as she walked out from the light, he fell into a trance.
The Dongfang Ruoli in front of him actually overlapped perfectly with that beautiful face in his mind.
"Your Highness, let me help you take off your clothes. Go take a shower first."
Dongfang Ruoli stood in front of Lu Yeming, lifting her hand to undo the buttons on his suit.
Suddenly, her small hand was grasped by a large palm, held in the center of the palm.
Dongfang Ruoli's heart skipped a beat. She quickly lifted her eyes to look at the handsome face in front of her.
"Yeming …"
She called out softly.
Yeming.
Yeming.
When Mo 'er was still alive, she had always called him that.
Lu Yeming lifted his large palm and slowly caressed Dongfang Ruoli's face. He murmured in a hoarse voice, "Mo 'er."
Dongfang Ruoli wrapped her arms around his trim waist and burrowed into his arms.
Lu Yeming froze. A few seconds later, he grasped Dongfang Ruoli's shoulder and held her tightly in his arms.
"Mo 'er."
He murmured in a husky voice as he tightened his grip. He wanted nothing more than to fuse her into his blood and bones.
Dongfang Ruoli's entire body softened. She took in his clean, masculine scent and couldn't help but feel a little envious of Tang Mo 'er. What right did she have to earn the Emperor's affections?
After hugging him for a while, Dongfang Ruoli gently pushed him away. She took a step back and lifted her hands to undo her red muslin dress.
She looked at him lovingly. "Your Highness, do you want me? Tonight, I'm yours. "
Lu Yeming looked at her. The red candles flickered, and the beauty was like a painting, like a dream.
He stretched out his long legs and approached her step by step.
Dongfang Ruoli retreated until her knees knocked against the side of the bed. She fell onto the soft bed.
Fluttering her lashes, she felt a little dizzy.
As he approached, he carried with him the boldness of an emperor, dignified, profound, and powerful.
At this moment, his vision darkened. Someone had overshadowed him.
Lu Yeming placed his hands on the sides of her head and looked down at her.
Dongfang Ruoli's heart was filled with sweetness. "Your Highness, I'm ready. You can do it."
She closed her eyes, waiting for herself to become his woman.
But after waiting for a while, he didn't kiss her.
Dongfang Ruoli found it strange and opened her eyes.
In an instant, her eyes met the man's deep almond-shaped eyes.
The drunkenness from before had disappeared and there was only coldness in his deep eyes. Lifting his thin lips, he said expressionlessly, "Put on your clothes. Remember, don't do it again. Don't insult my Mo 'er."
Dongfang Ruoli felt as if she had been pushed into an abyss by a large palm. Her face was pale.
"You acted very well just now, as gentle as Mo 'er. But her eyes didn't have the adoration, greed, and desire for power that you see in them. So don't act anymore in the future. Mo' er is unique. In my eyes, you will never be her. You will never become her."
Dongfang Ruoli's body went cold and she forgot to speak.
At this moment, Lu Yeming left.
"We'll sleep in separate rooms from now on. I've already given you the status of Empress. You just have to do your job well."
Lu Yeming opened the door and left.
…
He left?
He actually left?
Tonight was their wedding night. Tomorrow, Granny Xi would come to collect the handkerchief that was stained with her virgin blood. How could he abandon her just like that?
Dongfang Ruoli really wanted to chase after him, but she didn't dare to.
In the future, she just had to be her Empress.
No.
This wasn't what she wanted.
…
Late at night, it started snowing outside.
Snowflakes the size of goose feathers floated down from the sky, quickly covering the ground with a layer of sparkling white.
Lu Yeming walked out and stood at the top of the stairs, looking down from the center of power.
He was looking down on the entire world.
At this moment, Fan Men walked over and draped a black cloak over his handsome shoulders. "Master, it's snowing and the weather is cold."
The black cloak made Lu Yeming's handsome face look even more magnificent. He lifted his head and looked at the fluttering white snow in the sky.
The lonely night was shrouded in a bleak atmosphere.
"Master, what are you thinking about?" Fan Men asked.
Thinking about what?
The corners of Lu Yeming's lips slowly curved upwards. His eyes flashed past the past 24 years.
He thought of Mo 'er.
Mo 'er had accompanied him for 24 years as he grew up. She was all the beauty and warmth in his heart. He loved her.
But she was gone.
"What time is it now?" he asked.
"Your Highness, it's 12 pm."
12 pm?
Fan Men hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your Highness, it's New Year's Eve tonight. Jun Xiqing has become the new president and she will be spending the New Year's Eve with her people."
With that, Fan Men handed him a video. Lu Yeming lowered his eyes to watch it — -
Country Z's sky was filled with stars tonight. Everyone was gathered in the square, looking at the big LCD screen and shouting excitedly — - Five, four, three, two, one!
A delicate face suddenly squeezed in front of the camera. Jun Xiqing wore a crown on her long, black hair and made two gestures at the camera, shouting happily — - It's New Year's Eve!
All the citizens began to cheer. Then, boom, boom, boom. Incomparably resplendent fireworks rang out in the sky. The fireworks exploded and fell down like meteors.
Lu Yeming's gaze seemed to be fixated on her happy little face, and then his lips curved up slightly.
He smiled.
Actually, he had been thinking about her just now.
She was his first woman. She was the only woman he treated differently besides Mo 'er.
A few days ago, when he said "I miss you", it wasn't a lie. The sweet time in the small village was still fresh in his mind. He had also thought about starting a different kind of relationship with her.
But she didn't come.
Everything had ended before it had even begun.
They had all left him.
The night was long and it was already three years later when they met again.
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