C98 Please Get Married in the East

The twilight gradually came, the most luxurious palace buried in countless places of blood and dirt... At this time, it was deathly silent, the eunuchs and palace maids were all in danger. The air pressure in the Imperial Reading Room was extremely low, as if one was placed in an ice cellar. The bone chilling fear spread to all of his limbs and bones.

At the door, a snow-white robe was kneeling on the steps. The back of the figure was elegant and unparalleled.

Inside the room, Emperor Wenjing's personal supervisor, Lu Cheng, had a cautious and struggling expression on his face. His nervous eyes would occasionally look at this emperor who held the power to kill and control the life and death of the emperor.

Finally, his gaze restrained and he lowered his brows and said, "Emperor, Prince Xu is kneeling outside! His Highness said... say..."

Emperor Wenjing looked at the memorial in his hand and did not even raise his head, as if he was casually asking a question. Only, the memorial in his hand had not flipped a page for a long time.

"What did that bastard say?"

There was a trace of helplessness, a little bitterness, and a touch of anger.

"His Highness said that he hoped that His Highness would agree to the betrothment, or else he wouldn't be able to get up on his knees."

"Slap. The memorial in his hand was slammed heavily on the table. Emperor Wenjing's face was gloomy, and his tone was filled with anger.

"Good, good. He is really my good son. The first time he lowered his head to Zhen was actually because of a woman! Since he wants to kneel, then let him kneel."

Lu Cheng had served Emperor Wenjing for many years and naturally knew that he was furious at this moment. Hence, he did not say the words that he wanted to comfort. After all, being with a ruler was like being with a tiger. Doing more and talking less was the way to protect oneself.

After a moment, Emperor Wenjing let out a soft sigh that could not be heard, and his low voice rang out.

"Do you know why Zhen broke his promise to Xian Jia and rejected his intentions? I would rather let him hate Zhen than marry the girl from Lan family?"

Lu Cheng lowered his head and answered respectfully, "Your majesty has his own considerations. I am stupid and cannot guess what your majesty is thinking."

Emperor Wenjing acted as if he did not hear it. His thoughts drifted and his eyes were blurred for a moment. He seemed to be immersed in his memory. After a long time, his voice was so weak that it could not be heard. He mumbled, "That Lan family is even more unfathomable than the Imperial Palace. Zhen does not want him to step into that strange place where danger lurks everywhere."

Lu Cheng's body stiffened and his eyes drooped, as if he did not hear those words. The heart of an emperor was the hardest to predict. At this moment, it was clearly not something he could ask, so it was best for him to remain silent.

Dongfang Jin was currently kneeling outside the door. His face, which was like a poem and a painting, was hazy and unpredictable. Even if he knelt down, he wouldn't be affected in the slightest. His usually calm and indifferent eyes were now filled with determination and regret.

Mo Xing was watching from the side. He had always been a jovial person. At this moment, his entire body was filled with silence. Young master had always been proud since he was a child. He had been promised by His Majesty that he would never kneel before the Son of Heaven if he was born. He would never kneel before his father even if he died. But now...

Ever since he followed Young Master by his side, he had never seen Young Master lower his head. Especially the one in the Imperial Reading Room. Even though he was in a dangerous situation, in the moment of life and death, even if he was framed... When fortune was unpredictable, or when he was on the verge of death, he would be tortured.

He had never lowered his head to this emperor, his father!

But now, with the power of the young master, he clearly did not have the approval of the Emperor. He could also proudly marry Miss Lan as his concubine. But it was precisely because Young Master did not want to make Miss Lan sad that he lost all of his elegance. He asked the Emperor to bestow a marriage upon her.

In the past, he always felt that Young Master was indifferent and heartless. But now, he seemed to understand that it was not that Young Master was heartless, but that the person who made Young Master give his heart had not appeared. Now that he had appeared, Young Master had given all of his affection to her!

The next day, the rumor of Prince Xu proposing and kneeling in front of the Imperial Reading Room had spread all over the place. Since last night, the Emperor did not step out of the Imperial Reading Room. Stacks of memorials were coming and going from the Imperial Reading Room. The ministers also went to the Imperial Reading Room to report if there were any matters.

When they met that elegant and elegant man, everyone lowered their heads and walked past. They did not look at him, nor did they try to comfort him or laugh at him. There was only a frozen silence.

Because they knew that no matter how angry the Emperor was with Prince Xu, he would not really do anything to him. But they were different. If they interfered in the battle between the father and son at this time, it would undoubtedly be courting death!

When Lan Xuehan heard this news in Bamboo Garden, the book in her hand slipped down from the fingertips as white as snow, leaving a crisp sound on the ground. Her expression was silent, her eyebrows slightly knitted, and the corners of her eyes revealed a bit of loss.

He was so elegant and proud, but he actually did it like this?

Liuyun also remained silent when she saw this. There were some things that could only be experienced by the young miss herself. They all saw how good the Royal Highness was to the young miss, but the young miss...

Dongfang Jin's actions caused some to be worried and some to be happy. The First Prince who was his enemy was all smiling from ear to ear. In the past, the Duke of Xu had been favoured by the Emperor. But now, he had angered Long Yan for a woman. Naturally, the situation was much better for them.

When Princess Ping Ting, Soong Xiaoyou, heard the news, she had smashed a room full of priceless precious antiques. Her face was so dark that it could drip ink. The maids who served her were all frightened and kept silent like cicadas in the winter.

The weather was close to midsummer, and the hot air was condensed with water. Three days had passed, and Dongfang Jin had been kneeling outside the Imperial Study for three days. During these three days, the pressure of the Emperor was getting lower and lower, and he was venting his anger everywhere. And the rumors among the people were getting more and more intense, some said that Prince Xu was extremely emotional. He was a man of love that only appeared once in a hundred years in the emperor's family, and some said that he wanted a beauty but did not want a country. He had a great reputation behind him, and everyone had different opinions about him.

At that time, the hot and humid weather finally reached the time to vent. Heavy rain poured down like a string. The rain was hazy and hazy, and the world seemed to be covered in a layer of gauze. It was difficult to see anything clearly.

"Third Brother, you are possessed. For a woman, you actually did it to this extent. Could it be that you are really tempted by her?"

The corners of the Jin King's eyes were filled with coldness. The corners of his mouth curved into a bloodthirsty smile. His eyes were filled with confusion and disagreement as he stared at his brother, who he had always believed in as a god.

Dongfang Jin's ink hair was wet by the rain and twisted into strands. His long eyelashes were also covered with water droplets, and his clear eyes looked even more mesmerizing and charming. Sheng Xue's white clothes stuck to his body, making him look even more handsome and slender, so no one felt that he was in a sorry state. He was still high up in the clouds, incomparably elegant and elegant.

His ethereal and hoarse voice sounded like the voice from the sky. It was filled with love and affection that could topple the world.

"Ah Li, if she was the devil in my life, then I would have long been possessed. Ah Li, if she was the devil in my life, then I would have long become a devil. The roots of love are deep, and it is difficult to control oneself. Do you know? That afternoon, she pushed open the door and entered, looking carefree and unrestrained. A light and free aura blew over, and I was willing to dedicate my entire life to prison for her. Born in the royal family, the heartless and lonely years have made us almost forget what warmth is. What is sunlight. I originally thought that my life would be lonely and lonely like this. But her appearance brought me another experience.

Looking at the smile on her lips, I felt that my world was also like a rain of light. The essence of life flowed; seeing the sadness in her eyes, my heart would also suffocate and feel pain. I wish I could erase all the things that caused her to frown in this mortal world for the sake of her happiness.

I used to think that it was only appreciation and pity for my junior sister. But now, I know very well that I have fallen in love with her!"

Dongfang Lyi heard Third Brother, who had always been aloof and indifferent, who was far away in the clouds and was looked up to by the world, actually say the word" love. "His body stiffened, and he stepped forward. Surprise flashed through his eyes.

He looked at Third Brother. When he spoke of this, the tenderness in his eyes flowed with brilliant starlight. His picturesque face was also filled with gentleness. He gathered his mind and stared at Third Brother's transformation. He did not know whether it was good or not. The most ruthless imperial family, the funniest thing in this place was the word 'love'.

On the fifth day, Emperor Wenjing finally appeared in front of Dongfang Jin. A sharp gaze was shot out from his deep and deep eyes as he stared at his son, whom he valued the most. There was also a trace of heartache in the depths of his eyes. His face was calm and composed.

After a long while, Emperor Wenjing let out a sigh that could not be heard. "I accept your request. However, you must promise me one condition."

Dongfang Jin's pale jade face was almost transparent. His red lips were also weak. He did not eat or drink for five days and five nights. He was exposed to the wind and the sun. No matter how high his martial arts cultivation was, he would not be able to withstand it.

When he heard Emperor Wenjing's compromise, he looked up at him and asked with a questioning look in his eyes.

Looking at Dongfang Jin's weak face on the ground, a trace of struggle flashed through Emperor Wenjing's eyes, and in the end, it turned into a trace of determination.

"The condition is that you must pass through the Floating Dream. If you come out alive, Zhen will grant you a marriage."