Chapter 40 You are my wife

Qi Youan has never believed in gods, Buddhas, ghosts, or monsters, but as long as he can save his beloved Wanwan, he will give it a try no matter who it is or what the price is.

Inside and outside the palace, in the court and in the country, and even the common people, they all talked about it, saying that the new emperor was possessed by a demon and was so crazy about a corpse that he wanted to bring it back to life.

Even the most superstitious common people knew that this was simply a pipe dream.

But Qi Youan persisted, regardless of the heavy discussion, and finally waited for a Taoist priest in simple linen clothes.

"I pay my respects to your majesty." The old Taoist priest was very respectful, "Can I see your body?"

"Before that, I tell you first, you volunteered. If you can save her, I will reward you with a lifetime of wealth and honor. If you can't... you will be guilty of deceiving the emperor." Facing the oppression of the emperor, the Taoist priest was not as frightened as ordinary quacks, but stroked his beard and smiled, calm and relaxed.

Ye Wanwan crossed her arms. She wanted to see how this mortal could bring her back to life.

The Taoist pinched his beard and carefully looked at the person on the bed. He had clearly died for a long time, but his muscles were alive, as if he was sleeping. He turned around and asked, "Your Majesty, do you know why the queen's body did not decay after she passed away?"

Qi Youan didn't know, but this was also his motivation to find a famous doctor in the world. He felt that Ye Wanwan might not be dead, but just sleeping.

The Taoist saw the emperor's strange silence and understood. He took out a strand of red thread, a strand of ordinary red thread and said calmly, "The world is not over yet, and the phoenix will return."

Such absurd words would definitely be sneered at by the emperor on ordinary days. But at this moment, Qi Youan stared at the red thread in his palm, and felt a warmth coming from his fingertips. He said with a little excitement: "Are you serious?"

"Yes, the queen has ended her fate prematurely by mistake. Your Majesty, please tie this red thread to the queen so that her soul can return to its place." The old Taoist priest said with his hands clasped together.

Qi Youan looked at the red thread in his hand and pondered for a moment and said: "Then... Thank you, Master. Master, you can stay in the palace first. If it is true as you said, I will keep my promise and reward you with a lifetime of wealth and honor."

"I am not greedy for worldly things." The Taoist priest bowed and refused, "I am just passing through here, and I will leave now."

After that, the Taoist priest raised his head and left, as if he had never been there.

Qi Youan sat beside the couch, and his fingertips gently stroked the girl's lifelike face. The moment the red thread wrapped around her ankle, the emperor leaned over and kissed her. Ye Wanwan was floating beside her, and she got goose bumps all over her body when she saw this scene: she didn't expect that he wanted her to come back so much, and it was worth her half-life cultivation.

"Wanwan, you will definitely come back, right?" The emperor murmured to himself.

She was about to get closer to take a closer look, but suddenly saw Qi Youan suddenly look up. The moment their eyes met, the girl

woke up with a start, and saw the familiar golden gauze quilt. I am really dreaming, Ye Wanwan breathed quickly, turned her head and found that the person next to her had disappeared, but the residual warmth beside her was still there, probably going to the morning court.

This dream was so clear that the girl couldn't help feeling a little dizzy. She sat up with her arms, lifted the quilt and saw that there was indeed a red line on her ankle. She looked at it carefully. As the owner of Yinhong Pavilion, she felt that this red line came from the Yinhong sacred tree.

It made sense when she thought about it this way. When she was a cat, she lay on Ye Wanwan, and her soul could return to her place because of the red line.

But this red thread cannot be used by other gods except the past Pavilion Masters, even the Emperor

of Heaven. Could it be that the Taoist priest is... the Immortal God Ciyun! Ye Wanwan felt a surge of heat in her heart, her nose was sore and she was moved to tears. The Immortal God Ciyun has great magical powers. Even if he traveled in the mortal world, he must know about their tribulations in the mortal world, and specially turned into a Taoist priest to help.

I know that the Immortal God Ciyun is the best to me. In her heart, Ciyun is as warm as a sister.

"Miss, you are awake. I will help you wash up." Yun Ting walked into the room with a basin of water and a smile on her face.

As for who is the happiest after Ye Wanwan came back to life, besides Qi Youan, it is Yun Ting who grew up with her.

"The Imperial Construction Bureau has built a wheelchair. After breakfast, I will take you out to enjoy the flowers."

When passing through the palace road, the palace servants who met her all changed their faces suddenly, and their kneeling postures were full of panic.

Ye Wanwan knew why they had such surprised expressions, and it was not surprising. After all, anyone who saw such a miracle as resurrection would be a warrior if he was not scared to death.

"Hey, did you see that? The Queen is alive, she is really alive!" Now the palace is full of discussions about her.

"Do you think the Queen was not dead at first, but just sleeping?" said a maid.

"Impossible! I served the Queen, she must be dead if she didn't breathe." The maid next to him retorted.

"Then... the Queen is not a monster, I heard from my grandmother when I was a child that monsters have several lives."

"Shut up, you dare to say such a rebellious word, if it gets to the emperor's ears, you will not be able to chop off even if you have a hundred heads." The people next to him heard such nonsense and hurriedly reminded him in a low voice, and he was so scared that he quickly covered his mouth.

Rumors were spreading in the palace, the court, and even among the people. Different versions were spread by word of mouth. Ye Wanwan heard three today alone: the most common one was that she was a cat demon, because cats have nine lives.

Ye Wanwan had a headache: was this the so-called cat-for-queen?

"What are you talking about?" A group of palace servants were whispering rumors at the corner of the garden, but the next second, the protagonist they were talking about quietly appeared from behind, shocking everyone to the ground.

"Reply...Report to the Queen, the servants were...just discussing the matter of clearing weeds." An eunuch said quickly, but he didn't know that all their words had already entered Ye Wanwan's ears.

"Oh? Really?" The girl's red lips curled slightly, and frost formed in her eyes. "You just said that I am a demon, do you think I am deaf and blind?" Faced with her rebuke, everyone trembled like a sieve.

Ye Wanwan knew that if she didn't kill the chicken to scare the monkey, she might be rumored to be a cat demon today,

but she might be rumored to be something else tomorrow. "Since you like cats so much, I will give you half a year's salary to buy cat food, and then let you go to the Imperial Construction Bureau to make 100 cat beds each and send them to the Tzu Chi Hall outside the palace. This can be regarded as promoting your "kindness."

After hearing this, everyone had to obey the order and leave.

"Young lady is really majestic and elegant, worthy of being the mother of a country." Yun Ting said with a smile.

Ye Wanwan also felt that she was very proud just now, and smiled and admired the spring scenery in the garden.

"Yun Ting, aren't you curious?" she asked.

Yun Ting knew that the young lady's words had a hidden meaning, and she replied respectfully: "I think no matter what, as long as the young lady can wake up, I will be happy."

Ye Wanwan felt warm in her heart, and suddenly saw a little boy hiding behind a rockery not far away, looking at her timidly. Seeing Ye Wanwan looking over, she quickly hid her figure and then poked her head out again, her black eyes full of curiosity.

"Who is this little boy?" Ye Wanwan asked Yunting.

"Miss, he is the son of the late emperor, and is currently being raised in Wenshan Pavilion."

"Son?" Ye Wanwan was shocked when she heard this. Wasn't the late emperor a homosexual? How could he have a son?

She came to the boy with doubts. She saw that the child was about ten years old, as thin as paper, and there was no palace servant beside him. When the child saw her approaching, he shrank back half a step, lowered his head, and dared only peek from under his eyelashes.

He does look like the late emperor, but he is much more handsome than that man. His mother must be a beautiful woman.

Ye Wanwan smiled and leaned over to ask softly, "What's your name?"

The boy twisted his clothes and lowered his head to speak softly, "Yu Shiyuan..."

"What?" Ye Wanwan only saw his lips moving, and couldn't hear what he was saying.

The boy buried his head even lower and raised his voice to say, "Yu Shiyuan."

"Yu-Shi-Yuan" Ye Wanwan chewed on these three words. She didn't expect that the next emperor of Qi State would be the timid child in front of her.

The Tribulation Book records the number of immortals who came down to earth to overcome tribulations, and also records the fixed numbers that cannot be changed in the human world. One of them is that after Qi Youan's death, Yu Shiyuan will succeed him. The Tribulation Book

records the stories of immortals who came down to earth to overcome tribulations, and naturally there are also things that should have happened in the human world that cannot be shaken. One of them is that the next emperor after Qi Youan's death is Yu Shiyuan.

She originally thought that Yu Shiyuan might have risen from a commoner or a powerful official, but he turned out to be the blood of the previous emperor.

He was a prince but did not take the imperial surname. It seemed that the previous emperor hated him.

"Don't you know who I am?" Ye Wanwan asked him again with a smile.

Yu Shiyuan nodded and said, "You are the queen."

"How come you know me?"

"They say that the queen is beautiful. You are the most beautiful I have ever seen." As the saying goes, children and old people should be honest. The boy's words made Ye Wanwan feel sweet in her heart. She couldn't help but reach out and rub his head.

"Gu——" A sound of intestinal rumbling suddenly sounded, and the boy blushed and hurriedly pressed his stomach.

"It's time for breakfast. Do you want to go back to the palace with me to eat? There are many delicious foods in my palace." The girl couldn't help laughing.

Yu Shiyuan looked up at the sound, his eyes lit up instantly, and he smiled and nodded vigorously.

...

At this time in the court, the emperor was sitting high on the dragon throne, supporting his chin with his hand and listening to the court officials' reports.

"I have something I don't know whether I should say or not. I heard that the Empress woke up yesterday..." The minister said, hesitating for a moment before uttering those two words.

Qi Youan's expression did not change when he heard this, but his eyes were filled with coldness. All the civil and military officials in the court held

their breath, as if they were on the edge of an abyss. The emperor leaned forward slightly, and opened his thin lips slightly: "What do you want to say, my dear?" His voice was like the collision of gold and jade, and his eyes were like swords piercing people's hearts.

The minister lowered his head even more after hearing this, but still insisted on advising: "Since yesterday, there have been rumors

in the streets..." "You are an official appointed by the court. You should put the country first and serve the people." Before the minister could finish, Qi Youan interrupted sharply, his voice getting louder and louder, "Rumors in the market have never stopped, and you actually brought the gossip to the court. Do you treat this Qinzheng Hall as a teahouse or a wine shop?" The minister knew that the emperor was furious and knelt down to beg for mercy, his body trembling slightly.

Qi Youan stood up, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly: "Since you like to listen to rumors so much, I will fulfill your hobby, remove your official position, and give you enough time to listen carefully. Come! Take off your hat and expel him from the court!" After speaking, the official was dragged out of the court.

At this time, all the officials in the hall bowed their heads and kept silent. Even if they had a thousand doubts, they dared not move at this moment.

"Your Majesty, the envoys of Rong State came to make peace with our country..." Song Zhixiao caught this awkward atmosphere and stepped forward in time to change the subject. Everyone in the hall was relieved.

...

When watching the boy who had eaten and drunk enough jump away, Ye Wanwan couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth and said: "Do you know who his biological mother is?"

Ye Wanwan didn't hear Yun Ting's answer and turned her head but didn't see her figure. Just as she looked around for her, she was suddenly taken into a warm embrace. The scent of ambergris mixed with morning dew came from behind her neck, and a whisper came from her ear:

"Does Wanwan miss me?"

Qi Youan came to find her before changing clothes, his chin lightly touching her shoulders, his thin lips leaving marks on her pink cheeks, and his warm breath made her ears red.

"I miss your majesty." The girl replied respectfully, "My legs and feet are inconvenient, so I can't pay my respects to your majesty."

The emperor frowned slightly but didn't mind, then smiled and rubbed his cheek against the girl's neck like a puppy, without any of the aura that shocked the world in the court.

"Your humble servant pays homage to the queen." A clear voice came from above. Ye Wanwan looked up when she heard the voice, and was stunned when she saw the familiar face.

"It's you!"

Song Zhixiao nodded and smiled back, and suddenly felt a cold gaze piercing him, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Do you know each other?" Qi Youan's tone suddenly became heavy.

"I just happened to see the Empress once when the previous emperor was in power, and we didn't know each other." Song Zhixiao regretted it so much at this moment. He should not have come here with the emperor.

"It turns out that Wanwan has such a good memory. She can't forget her even though we only met once." The emperor's fingers were entangled with black hair, and every word was sharp.

"Well... because... because he looks like me... like my cousin, so I have a special impression of him." Ye Wanwan felt the chill behind her and hurried to comfort her.

Qi Youan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering the dark eyes, showing a bit of grievance.

"I remember that I have some family matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first." Song Zhixiao was afraid that he would follow in the footsteps of the minister who was dismissed from his post, so he wisely asked for leave.

Ye Wanwan also wanted to change the subject and said, "I am a little sleepy, Ayou, please push me back to the bedroom."

"Don't call yourself a concubine, you are my wife." The young man looked at her seriously, "Don't bow in the future, I am your husband."

Ye Wanwan was stunned when she heard this, and she didn't know how to answer. In the end, she could only nod slightly obediently.