"Does this king look good?" Sikong Mo asked.
"Good-looking." Ye Jiu was already tempted.
"My Jiujiu is also very beautiful!"
Sikong Mo murmured softly, suddenly picking Ye Jiu up, placing her onto the bed, and rolling over onto her.
"Stop!" Ye Jiu shouted just as their lips were about to touch.
"What’s wrong?" Sikong Mo frowned, displeased.
"Let freshen up first." Ye Jiu said.
The first ti, she always wanted it to be more perfect.
She feared that with the two taels of powder on her face, if Sikong Mo kissed her just like that, she might not die of poison tomorrow, but surely suffer persistent stomach pain.
"Ha..." Sikong Mo laughed deeply, "Alright, let personally attend to my Princess Consort’s freshening up..."
When Sikong Mo picked her up again and stepped into the nearby hot spring, Ye Jiu then knew what he ant.
The Sikong Royal Residence had been passed down for centuries, naturally extravagant beyond compare, even the bathrooms aside were flowing hot spring pools.
"Amo, let wash alone, could you leave first?"
However, Ye Jiu’s voice vanished the next mont, leaving only occasional gasps.
The hot spring pool, mist enveloped, gasping sounds, full of spring’s allure...
The following ten thousand words, please imagine on your own, dare not write, dare not write, dare not write...
In the fifth year of Shuofeng, the Imperial Palace in the capital city.
The Emperor coldly threw a morial to the floor beneath, frightening the flood of eunuchs to their knees.
Five years’ ti, Sikong Mo had submitted no fewer than five petitions requesting the title of Princess Consort, each ti, he ignored them.
Helplessly, this kid was daring, never missing a year.
At lunch, the Emperor routinely ca to the main palace to dine, and the Empress tenderly asked, "I hear the Emperor was angry again at noon, what might be the reason, would you share it with ?"
"What else could it be, Sikong Mo’s petition for title." The Emperor replied.
With that statent, the Empress understood.
After a mont, she sighed and said, "Speaking of, Jiujiu has been gone for over five years, War King’s Princess Consort has been in the family for five as well, and now they have two or three children, why doesn’t the Emperor fulfill War King’s wish."
The Emperor remained silent, his greatest regret in life was insisting on bringing Jiujiu back without being able to stop his father from annulling the marriage.
He never believed soone could die from falling down stairs, the only explanation could be a heart seeking death.
Of course, the old Emperor’s death was an accident, coupled with his age, poor health, and shock.
Seeing the Emperor keeping silent, the Empress spoke again, "Forgive and forget, War King’s lineage is single, destined not to hold for Jiujiu alone, after all these years, we should let go, believe that Jiujiu from the heavens wouldn’t want to see us making things difficult for her loved one."
The Empress’s words fueled the Emperor’s anger, "Sikong Mo wishes to marry no one would stop him, but he should never have found new love so soon after Jiujiu just passed away, nor should he have found a woman resembling Jiujiu as a substitute, yet in this world, who can truly replace others, him doing this clearly insults Jiujiu!"
The Empress smiled bitterly, "But I think War King using another to replace Jiujiu might precisely prove she remains in his heart."
"Foolish!" Before the Empress finished speaking, she was scolded.
The Emperor himself was a man, understanding n alike.
What can be substituted is least important, like him, even if soone identical to Jiujiu appeared before him, he couldn’t wholeheartedly treat her as Jiujiu.
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