The Crazy Emperor's Pampered Cousin

Geriletu was stunned: "Ah...what?"

Xie Yanzhao's eyes flashed with obvious impatience: "Bring him up."

Jing Cang and Yuan Chi escorted in several disheveled women, their hair loose, their faces streaked with tears and filled with fear.

Geriletu shouted, "Haheye! Miluo!"

She abruptly turned to look at Xie Yanzhao, her voice trembling with anger: "Your Majesty, what are you doing! Are you declaring war?"

Xie Yanzhao casually tossed a memorial to the emperor at her feet.

"Look, perhaps you don't even know what your homeland is facing now."

The voice was so calm, as if it were just talking about the weather, yet it sent a chill down Geriletu's spine.

Her fingers trembled slightly when she touched the memorial.

As you open the book, lines of text come into view.

Geriletu's eyes widened, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

How could this be... how could this be...

What constitutes a great victory? What does it mean to have already entered the Monchi royal court? What does it mean for the Monchi army to be almost completely routed and for the royal family to scatter and flee?

"No, no..."

She murmured to herself, raised her head, and looked at herself with a last glimmer of hope.

"I'm here for a political marriage; you should be helping my brother seize the throne, why are you...?"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Xie Yanzhao had already stood up and slowly walked to her. His dark dragon robe trailed on the ground, each step feeling like it was treading on her heart.

He was already tall, and now that he was standing in front of her, his shadow enveloped her completely, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Xie Yanzhao lifted his foot and slowly stepped on the back of her hand.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream echoed through the empty hall.

Geriletu felt his bones creaking, and tears welled up in his eyes instantly.

Xie Yanzhao remained unmoved, and even increased the pressure of his feet.

"I don't have much patience to play games with you, and I'm sure you're well aware of your current situation."

"You were originally of no value to me, but now, if you can handle this matter well, I will have someone send you home. If not..."

He withdrew his foot, looking down at the person curled up on the ground, trembling, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I can certainly live a life worse than death."

Come back home.

Geriletu lay prostrate on the ground, large tears falling onto the cold gold bricks.

She knew that this "family" did not refer to the current Monchi.

That lush grassland is about to become part of the territory of the Great Zhao Kingdom.

He was referring to the harsh, cold land north of Tianshen Mountain, the former territory of the Mengqi people more than a hundred years ago.

The land seized from the weak emperor of the previous dynasty is now to be taken back by this man.

She, this so-called princess sent for a political marriage, was nothing more than a prisoner of a kingdom on the verge of collapse.

Whether they live or die depends entirely on the decision of the man in front of them.

Hatred surged within her chest like a venomous snake, but she tried her best to suppress it.

Geriletu learned from a young age that on the grassland, the wolf that survives is the winner.

She endured the excruciating pain in her hands, knelt down, and banged her forehead against the gold brick, almost gritting her teeth.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Geriletu will certainly do his utmost."

Xie Yanzhao didn't even glance at her again: "Step back."

When Geriletu came out of Xuanzheng Hall, the morning sun had already risen, and the golden light shone on the layers of glazed tiles, stinging her eyes.

She stood on the steps, momentarily lost in thought.

Half an hour ago, she entered this palace as a princess sent for a political marriage, but now she is a person of a fallen kingdom.

The heavy sound of the palace gates closing came from behind her, like a dividing line that completely severed her from the past.

Inside the hall, Xie Yanzhao stood with his hands behind his back and asked Jing Cang beside him, "Have the abbot of Xiangguo Temple and the Taoist priests of Kunshan been invited?"

Jing Cang lowered his head: "We're already on our way, and we should be able to reach the palace tonight."

Xie Yanzhao did not respond, but stared at the light outside the window, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

As for ghosts and spirits, they exist if you believe in them, and do not exist if you do not.

In the past, he would have scoffed at these things. But now...

Time travel to another world.

Since these things, which cannot be explained by common sense, have already happened, what else in this world is impossible?

He won't overlook any possibility.

After dealing with everything, Xie Yanzhao returned to his bedchamber, took a bath and changed his clothes. Only after confirming that there was no trace of blood on his body did he head towards the secret chamber.

I thought Shen Tinghe was still asleep.

But as soon as he stepped into the secret room, he saw the person on the bed supporting himself on his arms and slowly sitting up.

The quilt slipped off her shoulders, revealing her fair and delicate skin, which still bore traces of red marks from the previous night.

Her long, black hair was scattered messily, intertwined with the cold iron chains, making her look like a fairy locked in a dark room, fragile yet alluring.

Upon seeing this scene, Xie Yanzhao felt his blood boiling, and an excited, obsessive look gradually appeared in his eyes.

He strode over and pulled the person into his arms.

Shen Tinghe's body was incredibly soft, still warm from just waking up, which softened even his hardened heart.

His fingers gently caressed her soft cheek, his voice softening unconsciously: "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Are you hungry?"

Shen Tinghe's eyes were still a little blurry as she stared at him for a while, as if trying to figure out who he was.

Then, she nestled softly into his arms, burying her face in his chest.

"where have you been?"

Xie Yanzhao lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, tightened his arms around her, and finally a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

"Go take care of some things."

He didn't say anything more, and Shen Tinghe didn't ask any more questions.

She simply snuggled closer to him, finding a comfortable position and curling up like a cat.

Although I was in this secret room, life was no different from before.

Xie Yanzhao is just a bit more clingy than before.

Just like now, he had Shen Tinghe encircled in front of him, one arm around her waist, the other holding a pen and sketching on paper.

Shen Tinghe buried her face in his chest and refused to look up.

Because Xie Yanzhao's painting was precisely the erotic picture of the two of them from last night.

Those overlapping figures, that loose, long hair, that…

Xie Yanzhao chuckled softly, his pen still meticulously tracing the lines on the paper: "Yuan Yuan, why don't you take a look? I think we should draw some more ** here."

Shen Tinghe suddenly raised her hand and covered his mouth: "Brother, stop talking."

She glared at him, her eyes still flushed with the shyness from before, a faint blush creeping into them.

Xie Yanzhao let her cover it, but his eyes were full of smiles.

He took her hand and placed a kiss on her palm.

"Why is Jiaojiao so easily embarrassed? What part of your body haven't I seen?"

Shen Tinghe opened her mouth, wanting to say something to refute him, but suddenly saw the obvious smile on his lips.

The older brother seemed to be in a good mood.

perhaps…

Shen Tinghe bit her lower lip, leaned in, kissed his chin, and then kissed his lips.

It was like trying to please someone, or like being coquettish.