"Your Majesty, the two princes should attend class."
"You may go."
Hee Qingshan watched as Xun Zihuai left with the two children, harboring a deep hatred in his heart. He rembered today’s incident well.
No, he must think of a way to get rid of Xun Zihuai and later ask Shi’er what exactly happened before.
Being inexplicably thwarted today made him uncomfortable. Ever since this fellow appeared, things had not gone smoothly for him.
Thinking of this, Hee Qingshan was shocked. Could the various mishaps be because of Xun Zihuai?
"Yan’er, didn’t you say before that once I recover, you would abdicate in my favor? Now that I’m well, does that an..."
Qiann Yan hadn’t expected Hee Qingshan to be so direct this ti, skipping the preamble, probably because his patience was nearly exhausted.
She moved aside and sat down, sipping tea leisurely, her deanor making Hee Qingshan’s eyelids twitch. He felt the result was not as he expected.
"Qingshan, I haven’t had enough of being the emperor yet."
"You said being the emperor was exhausting, but I don’t feel tired at all. Instead, I enjoy it," Qiann Yan smiled, "You find it exhausting to be emperor; I don’t, which ans you’re not suited to be emperor, but I am."
"Yan’er, you promised before..." Hee Qingshan was anxious. Initially, he believed Yun Qianyan was truly forced by circumstances.
But as ti passed until today, he felt it was the pale-faced State Preceptor whispering nonsense to her that sparked this unfounded ambition.
A woman as emperor, how can that be?
"I did promise..." Qiann Yan’s words were interrupted.
"Since you promised, Yan’er, why aren’t you keeping your word, going back on it?" Hee Qingshan couldn’t hold back his questions, anger rising within him.
Qiann Yan remained calm, "I said I’d let you when I’ve had enough of being emperor. I haven’t had enough yet. Qingshan, just wait a bit longer, and when I’ve had enough, I’ll give it to you."
Hee Qingshan nearly dropped his teacup. If he believed this nonsense, he’d truly be a big fool.
She was clearly under the influence of that pale-faced man, refusing to relinquish the throne.
Indeed, after sitting on this throne, who would want to give it up?
Such imnse power, who wouldn’t want to keep it firmly in their grasp?
Hee Qingshan stopped arguing. Their positions were now different, and arguing was useless. To tear their relationship apart hastily would leave him no chance.
"I see, then Yan’er, if you tire of being emperor, please let know early, so I can prepare myself ntally." Hee Qingshan forced a smile, "Actually, I just don’t want you to be so burdened."
"It’s not a burden, not at all," Qiann Yan waved nonchalantly, "I have many talents, and I can delegate tasks to them."
Hee Qingshan felt a sting all over, sothing that previously would have led him to an angry outburst. Now, he endured it.
As emotions brewed within him, he glanced unintentionally at Yun Qianyan’s face and was montarily stunned. Since when had she beco so beautiful?
He realized that since she ascended the throne, they had t less often. Facing her emperor status made him uncomfortable, so he avoided looking at her, which was probably why he hadn’t noticed.
Looking again at Yun Qianyan’s slender, jade-like hands holding the teacup, smooth, fair, and delicate, just like when they were newlywed.
With such an exceptional beauty in front of him, who wouldn’t want to take a few more glances?
He rembered Yun Qianyan’s hands had many scars. How had they disappeared completely? What was going on?
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