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Chapter 58: Did the Regent usurp the throne today (30)

Feng Yuan originally thought that An Fenyun would become decadent because of this.

But the young man still seems to be the same as before, as gentle as jade, pure and elegant, but his whole body shows the calmness and maturity after precipitation.

He became...better.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness," An Fenyun said calmly: "It's just that Fenyun, a commoner, is not worthy of such a golden branch as the princess."

Even rejecting people is gentle.

Feng Yuan shook his head firmly and said frankly: "The prime minister's affairs cannot be confused with Mr. An. I have admired Mr. An for a long time, but now I am taking advantage of him."

The heroine has a very elegant temperament. She always knows what she wants and will not be blinded by glitz. She is a perfect match for a gentle and calm person like An Fenyun.

"Okay," Ji Ge smiled and interrupted their conversation: "The decree has been issued a long time ago. I just asked you to come over to let you cultivate your relationship. This marriage cannot be canceled."

Feng Yuan blushed and looked at An Fenyun secretly.

The young man happened to be looking at her too.

Those clear and soft eyes focused on her, and Feng Yuan's heart trembled, filled with sweetness.

Ji Ge looked on and sighed secretly. She didn't quite understand the relationship between Feng Yuan and An Fenyun, but she was willing to facilitate it.

"Okay," Ji Ge said with finality, "It's time for Ah Yuan to go back to Weiyang Palace to embroider her wedding dress. When do you want to set the wedding date?"

"The princess's mansion hasn't been repaired yet," Feng Yuan mustered up his courage and said stumblingly, "Don't worry about the wedding."

Embroidering a wedding dress is a euphemism. Folk girls who are about to get married will sew wedding dresses with their own hands to express their ingenuity and concern for the marriage.

But Feng Yuan, as a noble princess, does not need to sew the wedding dress herself, she only needs to sew a few small items.

At this moment, the palace door was suddenly slammed open, followed by Xiangyu's urgent and nervous obstruction: "Your Highness, you can't go in."

The hero is back.

Ji Ge slowly straightened up and spoke to Feng Yuan and An Fenyun who were unaware of their situation: "Ah Yuan, Fen Yun, you go back first. Uncle Huang and I have something to say."

Feng Yuan thought of the dozen or so concubines that Ji Ge had previously consecrated, and felt something. He glanced at Ji Ge with some worry, and left as told.

The tall man stood at the door, ignoring Feng Yuan and An Fenyun who passed by him. His eyes were dark and cold, and his body felt cold.

"Xiangyu," Jige said, without looking at him first, but told Xiangyu: "Go out and lock the door."

Xiangyu bit his lip and retreated.

"Uncle," the slender girl half-sat on the beauty's couch with a smile on her face, her thick black hair winding down and scattered on her thin back, her small face like porcelain delicate and bright: "I'm so anxious to find you.

I, what’s the matter?”

She used the honorific title, calmly reminding him of the difference between king and minister.

Nie Xuecheng's anger suddenly turned cold.

"I heard that His Majesty has selected a dozen sons to enter the palace," the man looked at her quietly and said word by word: "This is true."

"Of course it's true," Ji Gefeng replied calmly, every word he said was like a stab in Nie Xuecheng's body: "Didn't the emperor's uncle previously advise me to open up the harem and give birth to children as soon as possible?"

The girl curled her eyes and smiled heartlessly: "Look, didn't I just do it?"

Ji Ge seemed unable to see Nie Xuecheng's sadness. She raised her head and asked doubtfully: "Does Your Highness have any dissatisfaction?"

Every word of hers was a weapon, but he dismantled his armor and allowed her to bruise him all over.

The bloody wound was blatantly exposed on his heart, reminding him over and over again that the emotions of those young men were nothing but wishful thinking.

Seeking sincerity in vain is ridiculous and pathetic.

Nie Xuecheng swallowed the sweet taste in his throat and smiled sadly: "I have overstepped my bounds."

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