Chapter 43 Cold War

The people of Yandu rarely see such a grand occasion, and they all stop to watch. Qi Youan and his party are in casual clothes, and it is difficult for others to tell their identity. They only see the officials of the Imperial Embassy smiling and flattering at the door, thinking that they are some powerful and wealthy businessmen.

Amid the whispers of the people around them, the party walked into the Imperial Embassy with support.

"Your Majesty, I bow to you and wish you the best of luck to the Empress." Everyone knelt down and bowed. "It is a great honor to have you here. The rooms have been cleaned and are waiting for you." The curator stepped forward to flatter, his waist bent like a shrimp.

"The main courtyard is your Majesty's bedroom, the east courtyard is where the Empress and her family live, and the west courtyard is where the ministers and guards live."

Ye Wanwan looked in the direction the curator pointed, and was about to go to pack her bags, but a sudden force on her shoulder pulled her into the emperor's arms.

Qi Youan bowed his head and smiled, and took the girl to the emperor's bedroom. Everyone in the hall was envious of this love. Since ancient times, emperors have been passionate and unfeeling, but the new emperor is not only beautiful, but also favors the empress, which is a rare story.

Yandu is located at the border between Rong and Qi. Did Qi Youan come here to make a deal with the people of Rong? While Ye Wanwan was thinking, dusk had already dyed the sky.

"Wanwan." A familiar breath came from behind Ye Wanwan. Qi Youan, who was busy all day, hugged her from behind, his chin lightly touching her shoulders, and his eyebrows were tired.

The warm and moist breath brushed across her neck, causing the girl to tremble slightly. The emperor's thin lips wandered over the smooth skin and fell a delicate kiss.

Ye Wanwan felt a little itchy, and when she turned her head, she met Qi Youan's wolf-like eyes, as if he would reveal his sharp teeth and pierce her skin in the next second, biting her to death in the splash of blood.

But in a flash, he turned into spring water and tenderness, speechless.

In the moment of staring at each other, Ye Wanwan felt as if she had lost her breath, her heartbeat, and her mind was blank. Qi Youan's eyes gradually moved down, staring at the bright red lips.

Then he suddenly pressed against the softness, closed his eyes and indulged in the fragrance of the beauty.

Although the two of them had been so lingering every day since Ye Wanwan woke up, she still couldn't help but open her almond eyes, her eyelashes trembled like frightened butterfly wings, and then a layer of mist covered her eyes, and her legs became weak. Fortunately, the emperor's iron arms held her slender waist. Until the cherry lips were slightly swollen, Qi Youan reluctantly let go.

Seeing the misty eyes of the person in his arms, the emperor's eyes became darker...

He did it as soon as he said.

Without saying a word, the emperor lifted his wife up and gently placed her on the bed. Before Ye Wanwan could react, his majestic body pressed down on her.

"Your Majesty..." Ye Wanwan trembled.

"What did Wanwan call me?" "

Ayou."

"No, call me husband." The emperor's voice was low and hoarse, causing her ears to be stained with red.

The man stood up and took off his outer clothes neatly. Although his movements were quick, his eyes were always locked on the beauty on the bed, and he was breathing heavily. In the blink of an eye, his strong chest was visible. The gentle servant in the Prime Minister's Mansion in the past now showed the stern demeanor of the emperor.

Qi Youan leaned down again to suck on her red lips, and his hands were restless and wanted to take off her clothes.

"Wait... wait a minute..." Ye Wanwan finally got a chance to breathe and quickly held down the hand that was making trouble.

Qi Youan was overwhelmed by lust and was stunned after being held down. It has been more than two months since Wanwan woke up, but they have never consummated their marriage because of her leg injury. Now that she has recovered, she is unwilling to be intimate with him. Thinking of this, Qi Youan felt a slight pain in his heart as if he was stabbed.

There was a look of disbelief and slight anger in his eyes. Ye Wanwan forced a smile and said, "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Ah You is busy with government affairs. You should rest early."

The emperor gritted his teeth secretly and said with a scorching look, "What if I don't want to rest?" In other words, what if I insist on having sex with you today?

Ye Wanwan's chest is now thumping like a drum, and her heart seems to be about to jump out. She is thinking rapidly in her mind, but her mouth is slightly open but she can't say a word.

But the man is still waiting for her answer.

It's like a lump in the throat.

Suddenly Qi Youan snorted coldly and let go of the hand that was holding her collar. He stood up and silently picked up the clothes on the ground. He stood with his back to her and said coldly, "It's getting late. You should rest. I'm busy with official business. I will rest in the study tonight. You can rest assured."

Then he stretched his arm and put on his coat without hesitation and walked out of the room, leaving the girl lying alone on the bed.

Looking at the lonely back of the man leaving, Ye Wanwan did not relax as she imagined. Instead, it was as if a big stone was pressing on her heart, suppressing her breathing. In the end, she had to fall to the side helplessly, buttoning her sleeves helplessly.

She had never thought that she would do that kind of thing with Li He when she came down to the mortal world, let alone sleep together. She had been an old immortal for thousands of years and had never felt the love between men and women. Suddenly, she had to do the things of husband and wife with her most familiar mortal enemy. Anyone would be shocked.

Ye Wanwan comforted himself by thinking like this, but he still didn't relax for a moment. Instead, the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. His body seemed to be crawling with ants, and he was restless.

Qi Youan, who walked out of the bedroom, could no longer hide the pain in his heart. He casually put on the black dragon robe, and his exposed chest glowed coldly under the moonlight. The emperor's eyes were red, and he looked up at the sky. The stars were like broken jade in the sky.

At this moment, the emperor, who was looking down on the court, seemed like a lonely wild goose without a branch to rely on. Even when he was a slave in Rongguo in the past, he was not as powerless as tonight.

He was rejected by the woman he loved. Ye Wanwan didn't like him and naturally didn't want to commit herself to him. Thinking of this, the emperor felt a heavy weight on his heart.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. You are standing in the wind. Be careful not to catch a cold." The imperial guard saw the emperor's figure and came forward with concern.

Qi Youan still looked up at the sky, with a sharp and cold tone: "Go and call Song Zhixiao to the study."

...

The study was filled with the fragrance of ink and the flickering candlelight. The emperor sat in front of the desk in neat clothes, reviewing the piles of memorials with ink. Below him stood a minister in disheveled clothes, Song Zhixiao who had woken up from a dream and hurried over.

Seeing that Qi Youan had called him and was hesitant to speak, he had to bite the bullet and asked: "I wonder what important matter Your Majesty summoned me late at night?"

Hearing this, the emperor raised his head slightly and looked at the candlelight shining on his side face.

"Qi State has a strict system. As a minister of Qi State, you should be familiar with these laws and regulations. Tonight, I will urge you to memorize the laws and

regulations. How about it?" Qi Youan's tone was unquestionable. Song Zhixiao woke up instantly after hearing this, and complained in his heart: The emperor's heart is unpredictable, what is he doing? But he could only respond respectfully and copy down the laws at the desk.

I thought I could be relieved when the king got tired, but he seemed to be tireless and stayed up until dawn with several candles burning out. When Song Zhixiao woke up to the daylight, his eyes were sore as if they were pricked by needles.

But the emperor was still full of energy and was reviewing memorials. Song Zhixiao couldn't bear it anymore and fell on the wooden table and fainted.

...

On the other side, when Yun Ting came in to wash the young lady, she saw her lying on the bed with her clothes on. She thought she had fainted, so she quickly put down the basin in her hand and pushed the person on the bed: "Young lady, young lady."

Ye Wanwan opened her eyes sleepily amid the anxious calls, and fatigue spread all over her body. She sat up and looked at the anxious person in front of her and said, "Why are you so scared?"

Seeing that the young lady was safe and sound, Yun Ting breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "I saw the young lady lying on the couch with her clothes unbuttoned, and I thought she had fainted."

Ye Wanwan looked down at herself, still wearing the clothes she wore yesterday, and remembered that she was thinking about Qi Youan last night, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, and unconsciously fell asleep in worry.

Thinking of Qi Youan, Ye Wanwan's heart was like a ball of wet cotton, and she couldn't breathe.

Seeing the young lady sitting on the bed with a sad face, Yun Ting asked, "Is the young lady worried?" "

Last night... Your Majesty wanted to perform the Zhougong ceremony, and I... refused." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and her jade face flushed. However, she was depressed and needed to talk to someone.

Yun Ting couldn't believe what she heard. She didn't expect that the young lady and the emperor had not yet consummated their marriage, and the young lady actually rejected him!

She was stunned for a moment before hesitating, "So... His Majesty is angry?"

"It seems... right." Ye Wanwan twisted her belt unconsciously with her slender fingers.

Yun Ting then remembered that she heard a group of servants whispering something when she passed by this morning, and heard a few fragments of His Majesty standing outside the palace in dishevel late at night. Yun Ting recalled that when she first saw Qi Youan wearing a dragon robe, she really thought she was dreaming.

The insignificant lower body of the former Prime Minister's Mansion has transformed into an emperor above thousands of people. Yun Ting wanted to think that Qi Youan would avenge her reprimand for him that year, but she didn't expect that he would let her serve the young lady and everything would be fine.

It seems that he really has a deep affection for the young lady...

"His Majesty treats the young lady like a pearl and a treasure. Even if he is furious, he will not hurt you in the slightest. If the young lady is willing to speak softly and tenderly, the previous grudge will surely be resolved."

After hearing Yun Ting's words, Ye Wanwan thought: coaxing people? How to coax?

The girl was so worried that she tossed and turned in the brocade quilt, secretly planning a countermeasure. She thought about it for two days. During this time, she stayed in the bedroom and dared not go out, for fear of running into Qi Youan. The emperor really never set foot here again. He was accompanied by memorials all day and was busy with government affairs. The

biggest victim of the cold war between the two was Song Zhixiao. He could not sleep if the emperor did not sleep, and was forced to become a diligent minister.

"Miss, please go out and get on the carriage quickly. We should hurry."

Seeing that Ye Wanwan had to face it, she had to step out of the door with the determination to go to the beheading stand.

Suddenly, the familiar orange-yellow figure came into view. It seemed like a thousand years had passed since I last saw him for two days.

Qi Youan stood in the wind in a brocade robe, and his graceful demeanor like a jade tree and a branch was particularly eye-catching in the morning light. He did not look sideways, and just passed by the girl, as if he did not see her, and disappeared behind the brocade curtain of the carriage in an instant.

Ye Wanwan opened her red lips slightly, and was about to greet him, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton. Seeing that person disappear from her sight, she had no choice but to turn around and return to her carriage.