[Xiangfu] is the current actual situation. Yan Junqing is the prime minister and Ye Luoming's biological father, so he calls himself Xiangfu.

[Father] It was Ye Jiangxue's own imagination, thinking that you would be the emperor's husband sooner or later, so it was not unfair to call him father.

Yan Junqing felt a vague pain in her heart when she saw Ye Jiangxue teasing Ye Luoming's smile.

The skin burned by fire is difficult to heal. Even if it heals, it will lose its vitality and cannot even express its joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. For Ye Jiangxue, this kind of pain will accompany her throughout her life and she cannot get rid of it.

She is such a high-ranking person. In the near future, she will unify all the countries and achieve a hegemony no less than that of Ye Su. Ye Jiangxue's destiny to dominate the world was destined from the beginning.

But now...

He was always protecting her and doting on her, but he still allowed her to suffer this kind of pain.

Looking at the naked scars, the guilt and depression in his heart surged out, and he could no longer control it.

There must be a way to restore her appearance and alleviate her pain, there must be, there must be!

Yan Junqing's eyes were deep and thoughtful.

It was night, the locust flowers rustled and fell in the night wind, the faint fragrance stirred, the remaining flowers danced, and turned into mud.

Yan Junqing finally went to the other courtyard where Hua Qianmo was imprisoned, which was the Xiaoyaoju where Ning Yao lived before.

In the night breeze, he was dressed in plain white clothes, walking through the overlapping bamboo forest, and found the fragrant sea of ​​peonies, followed by the flowing stream. Such a paradise with unique charm is indeed refreshing.

As if he had guessed Yan Junqing's return, Hua Qianmo was wearing a light pink gauze skirt and sitting by the stream, brewing a pot of tea and looking at Yan Junqing who was walking on the moon.

Yan Junqing stood there and looked at her for a moment, then walked forward slowly, elegantly, and said calmly: "You already knew I was coming."

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing sitting here?" Hua Qianmo's movements were filled with an innate tenderness. She gently raised her bare hands, twirled a pot of tea, drank it lightly, and put it in front of Yan Junqing.

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"Since you knew I was coming, you must also know the reason why I came." Yan Junqing looked at her action of serving tea, but did not pick it up, and just looked at her indifferently.

"Your Highness only has Ye Jiangxue in his eyes. If not for her, how could you come to see me?" Hua Qianmo stroked the edge of the cup, raised her eyes and smiled, her smile as bright as a flower, charming and graceful.

This woman who is like a flower demon can always bring out her beauty to the extreme.

Yan Junqing's flowing silver hair is as smooth as satin, pouring down like a waterfall, and the strands are tangled in the wind.

His fingers were clearly articulated, and he was casually playing with the cool tea cup carved with blue and white flowers. His purple eyes were filled with halo, as if he had been indulging in thousands of years of leisurely time.

The moonlight shines on the sparkling stream, and the space between heaven and earth is like a veil, mysterious and far away.

Hua Qianmo's clear eyes were fixed on the graceful man in front of her. What kind of elegance and grace he had. It was as if all the aura and elegance in the world were gathered in him, like a proud and independent flower in the cold winter.

The white plum blossoms are like a clear spring on the top of a cliff and high mountain, unique and elegant, with the hidden fragrance of bamboo.
Chapter completed!