Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 32

Han Zhiyu naturally didn't know that she had frightened him, and she was afraid that he would make some trouble.

When I was reading, I would look up at him from time to time, like guarding against a thief.

Reading quietly now, this guy finally looks good.

Sitting obliquely in the chair is extraordinarily lazy, and when he is not talking, he can be regarded as Mr. Pianpianjia.

"Why are you always staring at the widow? Could it be that you have taken a fancy to the widow's peerless appearance." Ying Yu smiled brightly, indescribably flirtatious and frivolous.

Han Zhiyu slandered in her heart: Mr. Jun Benjia, but he has a long mouth.

But I dare to complain in my heart, after all, it is a royal society, so I can't go too far.

She was very perfunctory: "Yes, the concubine is impressed by His Majesty's appearance, and I don't know where the concubine's ancestors burned the incense."

Ying Yu didn't care whether she was sincere or not, so he smiled cheerfully when it sounded comfortable.

"Your life was in danger that day, and the widow didn't visit you. You hate the widow." When he spoke, he half-lidded his eyes, as if he didn't care much.

He suddenly brought up this matter, which caused Han Zhiyu's heart to feel cramped unconsciously.

It can be seen that the original owner really liked him.

Han Zhiyu looked at him with a serious expression: "It's strange that I hated it once. I was dying of pain on the bed, thinking that you would come to see me, but it turned out to be just my extravagant wish."

As he spoke, tears rolled down unconsciously.

Ying Yu was taken aback, with a complicated expression: "I thought you didn't care anymore."

He thought that the girl had realized everything, but he didn't expect her to give up.

"Yes, I don't care anymore. I just want to tell you that Han Zhiyu once liked you that way." Han Zhiyu wiped away the physical tears on her face, and took a deep breath to adjust her mentality.

Ying Yu nodded, "That's fine."

She didn't say a word, just holding the book, not knowing what to think.

If it was a temptation in Zichen Palace, then now he is finally willing to tell the truth.

"The widow and your elder brother have been friends since childhood, and we have seen it too. You raised few men in the deep boudoir, so you feel that the widow is irreplaceable."

"But the widow is not perfect. You can even say that your appearance is useless. You are just a momentary obsession."

"That's not true love, the widow only regards you as a younger sister, and has no other thoughts."

Speaking of this, Ying Yu couldn't help but pause, feeling a little strange.

But he continued: "The widow will not like you, nor can she take you as a wife."

"However, you can treat the widow as your elder brother."

Having said that, he stopped, with a rare serious look on his face.

Han Zhiyu had also put down the book in her hand, feeling a little emotional for a while.

If the original owner didn't want the sincerity of the emperor and just lived his life like this, would he be happy?

"Okay, brother." Han Zhiyu agreed without hesitation.

I don't know if the original owner is happy, but she knows how comfortable it is not to have to go to work on time, and the queen is not short of money.

Doesn't it smell?

And as soon as the next queen comes out, she can yo-yo.

I didn't expect her to agree so readily, and there was no sense of disobedience when she shouted brother, just like real siblings.

Ying Yu froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Let's go, it's time to eat."

Han Zhiyu followed behind him, tentatively asking: "Why didn't you say what you said to me now before? Maybe if you said it then, I wouldn't like you."

"When I was young, my heart was always a little blind." Ying Yu said in a light voice: "The more you don't let you like it, the more you will fall into it."

(End of this chapter)