Good luck in pregnancy: The lucky child is loved by the group

Chapter 54 The Abandoned True Princess Returns

As the person involved, Fan An was the last one to know that she had to choose her own emperor husband.

It seems that those ministers have always been like this. The most basic and important request to the emperor is to expand their branches and leaves...

One is not enough, two are not enough, the more the better.

After finally dealing with the accumulated memorials, before she could catch her breath, Eunuch Fan came in with a grin and reported, "Your Majesty, the portraits of the young masters of the various families have been delivered."

Fan An: “…” Wow, that’s too fast.

She had already thought about how to deal with this matter. Even though these portraits were of the legitimate sons and grandsons of ministers, she was still prepared to return them directly.

Before he could finish his words, the system quickly stopped him, "Master, it would be a waste not to look at such a handsome man. Take a look first and then leave."

Ok?
Fan An paused. The system never pops up like this.

She raised her hand and asked Eunuch Fan to bring the portraits over: "Come on, open them one by one."

Eunuch Fan responded respectfully, picked up one at random, unfolded it... and then was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at Fan An cautiously and whispered, "Your Majesty, this first portrait is of An Yihe."

Fan An smiled when he heard this: "Bring it up, let me see it."

When she took the portrait, she saw that it was indeed An Yihe, wearing silver armor and riding on a horse, looking free and unrestrained.

Fan An curled his lips, put the portrait aside, and sat back: "Go on."

Eunuch Fan picked up another painting, opened it... and paused.

Fan An had been resting with his eyes closed. When he heard no more sound, he opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

He hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, this second painting is still of An Yihe..."

Fan An: “…” No wonder the system said it would be a waste not to look at it, but this portrait does portray the character in an exquisite and beautiful manner.

She took the second portrait, and at this moment, she heard the cheerful voice of the system: "Master, all the portraits here are of our male protagonists."

Fan An picked up one at random, opened it... picked up another one, and then saw An Yihe in various clothes and various postures. There was even an restricted-level portrait with the collar of his inner clothes loose, revealing the outline of his chest muscles.

She was amused, and then she heard the system say, "An Yihe had people rob the portraits that the ministers sent to the palace early this morning and replaced them all with his own. Not only that, he is now following the list and beating up those young masters one by one!
"Hahaha, there is such a thing." Fan An couldn't help laughing.

She didn't expect that this serious and cold-looking guy could actually do such a thing in private.

So funny.

An Yihe beat up more than a dozen people with a cold face. Before he could return home, he was stopped by someone in the palace: "Master An, His Majesty summoned you."

An Yihe paused. Did Fan An know so quickly?
While An Yihe was worried, Fan An was looking at the portraits of various poses on the table.

At this time, Lord Fan reported: "Your Majesty, Master An has arrived."

Fan An raised his eyebrows, pushed the pile of portraits aside, and sat back on the dragon chair: "Let him in."

A moment later, An Yihe walked in with an expressionless face.

He didn't even raise his head, lowered his eyes, and said coldly: "An Yihe greets His Majesty."

Fan An took a grape and put it in his mouth slowly, looking at him without saying anything. An Yihe was unwilling to bow his head, pursed his lips, and stood there.

She called him over but he didn't say anything. What's the matter? Did she want to settle accounts with him and ruin her plan of building a harem?

After a long time, An Yihe couldn't help it and said sourly: "Your Majesty, do you want to hear Caomin admit his mistakes?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a sour taste came out. Fan An suppressed his smile and raised his hand: "Come here."

An Yihe took a few steps forward, looking a little nervous.

Fan An waved his hand again with amusement: "Come to my side."

An Yihe's expression was tense. He thought he might be punished, but unexpectedly, he saw her white jade hand holding the peeled grapes and bringing them to his mouth.

“Try it, it’s sweet…”

An Yihe was stunned for a moment. His fierce look that showed him charging forward in the midst of a mighty host disappeared instantly when his eyes met hers. His eyes even turned slightly red, and he turned his face away: "I dare not!"

Although he said "I dare not", his expression did not show fear, but rather a look as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Before he could finish his words, An Yihe was grabbed by the collar and pulled closer by her.

When her soft lips pressed against his, An Yihe was startled at first, but then she responded with a kiss, pressing her tightly against the dragon throne.

From "not daring" to fearlessness, An Yihe's change only took a moment.

It was not until they separated, panting, that Fan An asked with a smile, "Are you no longer angry?"

An Yihe was silent for a moment, and said in a voice that was a little sullen: "...How dare I get angry? You are the emperor, so it is natural for you to have a harem. I am not related to you, so it is not my place to get angry."

Fan An was both amused and distressed: "You keep calling me a commoner and you say you're not angry. You are nobody to me, but aren't you Ningning's father? Besides, don't you believe me? When did I ever have a harem?"

An Yihe turned around and angrily defended himself: "I do believe you, but if I hadn't secretly replaced those portraits, you would have chosen them long ago."

Fan An teased him and pretended to be troubled and said, "I don't want to either..."

Seeing An Yihe's cold face flushed red at this moment, as if it would explode in the next second, she hurriedly explained with a smile: "Fortunately, I have already said it when I went to court, I will not appoint an emperor husband. I will train An Ning well in the future, and canonize him as the prince when he is older."

An Yihe was stunned, as if he had not expected Fan An to make such a decision.

After Fan An finished speaking, he changed the subject: "You just beat up the sons of those princes and nobles one by one?"

An Yihe had calmed down by this time. When he heard Fan An's words about settling the score later, he gradually revealed a guilty look: "...I didn't kill him."

Fan An pretended to be angry and said, "Should I praise you for your sense of propriety?"

Knowing that he was in the wrong, An Yihe did not dare to refute, and explained awkwardly: "I... I was so angry at that time that I couldn't hold it back. At worst, I will go door to door tomorrow to apologize and let them fight back."

Fan An was angry and amused, and pulled him to kiss him again: "How can I bear to let you get beaten."

Such words made An Yihe's ears red. After being kissed a few times, she couldn't help but lean over and asked in a hoarse voice while kissing, "What should I do if you don't establish an imperial husband?"

Fanan knew that he was not given any identity and no promises, and he felt very insecure.

But after the painful lessons of his previous life, Fanan felt that precious things did not have to be owned.

Fan An avoided the main point, pretending not to understand the meaning of his words, and asked back: "Are you willing to be trapped in the palace every day like before?"