Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 484 – What is there to worry about
"Now your mother is the only princess left, and it's only been a year or two. What else do you have to worry about?"

Rebellious woman!Do you want to kill the king!That's your queen mother! "

"Don't mention it again! You bastard!"

Knowing that his daughter was harboring the evil intention of killing her mother, Bei Mingchen couldn't bear it anymore, finally couldn't restrain his monstrous anger, and slapped Zhong Liyao on the cheek.

Although Zhong Liyue had little relationship with his husband and wife, and the estrangement over the years made his heart palpitate, but he never thought of taking her life with his own hands, let alone others!
"Get rid of this idea, or don't blame me for being cruel to you! You may not necessarily be the empress! It's the same for your daughter to be the empress!"

"At that time, my palace will make you a prince in vain, your daughter will ascend the throne as emperor, and you are just a little prince, Your Highness, your name will be immortalized forever! It will become a joke that will be passed down through the ages."

"The son is also in a hurry, so the father calms down."

Zhong Liyao could hear the determination and annoyance in her father's tone, so she hurriedly put on a smiling face to apologize.

No matter what he said, he swore and swore again, and only then did he see Bei Mingchen's face soften a little.

After Zhong Liyao waited for her father to fall asleep, she tiptoed around and left the central palace, but her face was gloomy the moment she turned around. Even if her father didn't help her, she still had many shortcuts to ascend to the coveted throne early.

She said that the empress is a heartless person, but everyone clearly understands that the empress Zhong Liyue is not heartless, but puts her heart on a man who will never be obtained.

If this man dies, then the Empress's heart will also wither, and if her heart dies, her spirit and soul will be wiped out, and killing Zhao Qingmei's father will be easier than killing the king and seizing the throne...

During the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Zhao Qingmei, her two husbands and her father gathered in the back garden to enjoy the moon.

Because Zhong Liyao monopolized the power above the court, Zhao Qingmei simply took a long-term sick leave because of her physical discomfort, so as not to get sulking when she saw Zhong Liyao's arrogant and arrogant face.

At this time, Zhao Qingmei was enjoying the bright moon while eating moon cakes, Zhong Liyin was playing the piano, and Sikong Que was dancing sword gracefully.

The originally happy atmosphere was destroyed by Zhong Liyin's shameful scenery.

"Master Xiang, today is the fifteenth day, and I have ordered someone to prepare all your supplies."

"Well, the truth is that I have business tonight..."

Zhao Qingmei hastily turned her head to look at Sikong Que beside her, it was not a proposition, she could not compromise.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zhao Qingmei was interrupted by her father as soon as she spoke. Seeing his father glaring and coughing violently, she suddenly fell into a dilemma.

"My lord, I will send your usual jade pillow to Dongyuan later."

Really didn't want to see her frowning in pain, Sikong Que's heart trembled, and he subconsciously blurted out.

"My lord, the imperial doctor came to examine the Ping'an pulse a few days ago, and I have been admonishing you, your mood has fluctuated too much recently, and your fetal breathing is a little unstable, you must not..."

Sikong Que's cheeks were slightly red, even if he didn't say the rest of the words, everyone already understood.

Zhong Liyin's face also became hot, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.And Zhao Qingmei awkwardly picked up the ginseng tea at hand, pretending to sip it.

Zhao's father looked at the fire with a keen eye, watching the three of them scheming, shook his head helplessly, and immediately asked the servant to go back to the room to rest, citing his weakness as an excuse.

"Don't worry Sikong's side husband, I will take good care of Mr. Xiang, then His Highness will go back to Dongyuan to prepare first."

It's just that they didn't share the same bed overnight, the two looked at each other's eyes, as if parting from life and death, it was really uncomfortable to be caught in the middle, so he left in a hurry.

"Then I'll go back to my room first!"

Sikong Que got up, took off the black cloak on his body, and put it on Zhao Qingmei carefully, and when he was about to turn around to leave, suddenly a burst of sweet fragrance entered his bosom softly.

"I'm not going!"

"I don't want to go! You are not afraid that I will die in Dongyuan, and you will become a widower!"

She poked her head in Sikong Que's arms coquettishly.He pressed his cool lips on her smooth forehead.

"No nonsense!"

Sikong Que knew Zhong Liyin like the back of his hand, and now he was probably deeply attached to Qingmei, so he wouldn't hurt her at all.

"You go first, I will be a domineering and jealous husband tonight. I don't know if your lord is willing to give me this exclusive favor that can't tell right from wrong?"

Sikong Que looked at Zhao Qingmei playfully, although he already had the answer in his heart.

"Naturally! I only want you alone."

Zhao Qingmei had his thin lips in his mouth, and he was about to attack the city. In the crowd, and there were maids and servants shuttled among them, Sikong Que could only reluctantly push away the warm and fragrant nephrite.

Dongyuan.

When Zhao Qingmei arrived at Dongyuan slowly, it was already midnight, Zhong Liyin hadn't fallen asleep yet, and was reading a volume of Buddhist scriptures at this moment.

"came back."

Although his heart was jumping with joy, he still restrained himself and tried to make his voice as calm as possible.

"Um……"

He put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, walked straight to Zhao Qingmei's side, and stretched out his hand to undress her.

"I will do it myself!"

She backed up a few steps like avoiding a poisonous snake and beast, then turned her back to Zhong Liyin, and began to take off her robe slowly.

Behind her, Zhong Liyin's hands were still embarrassingly frozen in mid-air, and he was looking at his wife who was avoiding him in front of him with a sad face.

Wearing a middle coat, Zhao Qingmei stood awkwardly beside the bed, just about to lift the brocade quilt and lie down, but suddenly remembered something, so she hastily withdrew her hand.

"I remember that your bed is not even allowed to be touched by your father and princess. It is better not to make this exception, or I will sleep on the soft couch tonight!"

She was talking to herself, but she actually picked up a brocade quilt and walked towards the soft couch not far away, but was picked up by Zhong Liyin and placed directly on his couch.

"Don't worry, if you don't agree, I won't force you to have a relationship with me. I'm willing to wait until the day you take the initiative to accept me."

Zhao Qingmei was frightened by his fiery eyes, so she put the quilt over her head and slept on her side on the innermost side. When she heard the sound of Zhong Liyin undressing behind her, she immediately felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

Why hasn't Sikong Que come yet!She waited anxiously, tossing and turning.

At this time, Sikong Que was kneeling in the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors of the Zhao family, with Zhao's father sitting beside him.

Just now he was on his way to Dongyuan, but he saw Father Zhao sitting at the intersection to Dongyuan, looking at his posture, he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Son, bear with the calm for a while. If you can bear with it, your luck is yet to come. My daughter loves you so much that I can't help but be speechless. What else are you not satisfied with?"

"He is the prince, and Qingmei and his husband and wife are not related. I think you are also very clear. Now there is only a bond of interest between the two of them."

Zhao's father simply pointed out the stakes in this to Sikong Que, so that he would not even realize that his wife was involved.

(End of this chapter)