If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

Fuyao's apology came from the bottom of her heart.

Wearing the dragon robe that shouldn't have belonged to her, she stood in the hall that had just experienced a power transition and a bloody purge, like a child who had done something wrong, bowing her proud head to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at her reddened eyes and her small face filled with guilt and unease, and his heart softened slightly.

He reached out and gently took her slightly cold hand in his.

"It's all in the past."

Qin Feng's voice was soft, yet it carried a reassuring power.

"Your father has atoned for his crimes with his own life. My Qin family's revenge has also been fulfilled. I promised him I wouldn't hold a grudge against you, and I will keep my word."

He looked at the dragon robe she was wearing and suddenly found it somewhat amusing, so he teased, "Let's not talk about that. Tell me, how did it feel to wear this outfit for the first time and sit in that chair?"

His question immediately lessened Fuyao's sorrowful mood considerably.

Her pretty face flushed red under Qin Feng's gaze, and she subconsciously lowered her head, shedding the majesty of a newly enthroned empress and reverting to the shy little girl she once was.

"Not good at all."

She muttered to herself.

"This dragon throne is cold and hard, it's uncomfortable to sit on. This dragon robe is also very heavy, it's making my neck ache... I don't want to be an empress at all, I just want to..."

She spoke for a while, then her voice grew softer and softer, until the last few words were almost inaudible.

"I only want to be your wife."

These words, like a feather, were light and airy, yet they precisely touched Qin Feng's heartstrings.

He looked at the girl in front of him, who, despite being the emperor, still showed him endless affection, and his heart stirred.

The next second, Qin Feng suddenly bent down and, amidst Fuyao's exclamation, scooped her up in his arms.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

Fuyao was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around Qin Feng's neck.

Qin Feng held her in his arms, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and strode toward the dragon throne that symbolized supreme power.

"Since Your Majesty finds the dragon throne too cold, then let me warm it up for you."

His words were full of mockery and innuendo.

I am your subject!

His Majesty!

These two titles, which should have been used in the imperial court, were now being used by him in this ambiguous situation, making Fuyao both shy and afraid, her pretty face turning so red it was almost bleeding.

"No...not here..."

She buried her face in Qin Feng's chest, her voice urgent and soft.

"This...this is the Imperial Palace! There are guards outside...what if someone sees us? This is a grave disrespect to our ancestors!"

She was so scared that she was trembling all over.

Doing that kind of thing on the dragon throne in the Golden Palace?

This is absolutely unheard of, horrifying!

If those pedantic old ministers found out, they would probably kill themselves on the spot by crashing into a pillar in front of the palace.

"What are you afraid of?"

Qin Feng had already walked to the dragon throne. Without stopping, he picked up Fuyao and sat down directly on it.

He had Fuyao sit on his lap, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in his magnetic, slightly husky voice:

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king. This entire palace is ours; who dares to come and see it?"

His warm breath brushed against Fuyao's earlobe, sending a shiver through her body and making half of her body feel numb.

Qin Feng looked at Fuyao, who was already in a daze and had a dreamy look in her eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He ripped the heavy imperial crown off her head and threw it to the ground with a loud clang.

Then, he pinched Fuyao's chin, making her look at him, and said, word by word:

"From today onwards, I am the rule!"

"As for your Xia family's ancestors, they should also thank me. Thank me for preserving the last bloodline of their Xia family!"

These words were extremely domineering!

They were extremely arrogant!

But when Qin Feng said it, it sounded so natural.

Fuyao was so shocked by his words that her mind went blank.

Yes.

He is the rule.

Without him, let alone the Xia family's empire, she herself would probably have long since become a cold corpse.

The ancestors of the Xia family should indeed thank him.

In the moment she was distracted, Qin Feng's hand had already slipped inside her wide dragon robe.

"Sizzle—"

A soft sound of brocade tearing was particularly clear in the empty and silent hall.

Empress Fuyao's last shred of composure was shattered by that soft sound.

She gave up resisting, leaning softly against Qin Feng's chest, letting him do as he pleased.

The dragon throne swayed slightly, creaking under its own weight.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

……

Meanwhile, in the distant west, towards the direction of the Qin Dynasty's Xianyang Palace, a dark cloud was quietly gathering.

A new storm is brewing.