C7

Zhao Jing was terrified, she was alone, with the title of emperor, in essence she was just a puppet with strings attached.

She had thought that his palm was warm, that he was a warm person, and now that his hand was on her neck, she could directly feel the coldness of death. Dongfang Weiming was the coldest person in the world!

Dongfang Weiming's natural disposition was cool, cold enough to kill anyone. He didn't even bat an eyelid.

At this moment, his fingers were tapping lightly on her carotid artery, causing her heart to beat uncontrollably, following his rhythm. "The emperor wants to keep his servant, this subject will spare no effort to protect him; the emperor is sick, this subject does not dare to neglect, and will wholeheartedly handle the imperial court affairs for the emperor. What else is the emperor not satisfied with? Is it because the Imperial Jade Seal is too heavy to hold, or because the Emperor wants to remove it when the head is swaying around on the neck? "

Suddenly, the strength in his hands tightened.

The suffocating feeling made Zhao Jing widen her eyes. She forcefully grabbed onto his hand that was grabbing her neck, "If you have something to say … "We …"

Dongfang Weiming's warm breath fell on her temples, "Little Chicken, everyone has the right to kill her! The Emperor should understand the logic behind this even better than anyone else. " If he could spare her, he could easily kill her!

Zhao Jing was like a ruined thing, thrown to the ground by Dongfang Weiming.

"Before the Emperor speaks, it is best for you to think of your own identity. Otherwise, this subject will not be able to protect you!" With that said, Dongfang Weiming stood with his hands behind his back. Her tall body blocked out all the light, and darkness covered Zhao Jing's entire body.

Zhao Jing was no longer as angry as she was a moment ago. She fell onto the ground, and coughed softly while holding onto her neck. Only, Zhao Jing couldn't understand no matter what. What exactly was on his body that made him tolerate her until now? Why would such a proud and aloof man be willing to lower himself to others?

Her recklessness and ignorance, logically speaking … It would only hinder his plans!

What kind of person was Dongfang Weiming exactly? What was he thinking?

In the next moment, Zhao Jing was gently lifted up by him. She looked in shock at the pair of eyes that were smiling without any ripples, as well as instinctively filled with fear. Yet in his deep eyes, there was only indifference and estrangement, not even a hint of emotion.

"It is this humble subject who deserves to die for scaring the emperor!" Dongfang Weiming bowed respectfully, as if the arrogant earlier was not him.

Seeing that he was fine, Zhao Jing's face turned white, "Regent … "No need for formalities!"

"This humble subject has offended Your Majesty for the sake of the emperor's future. On the wedding day, hardships are unavoidable, and from today onwards, Your Majesty should properly preserve the emperor's strength. The Emperor was still young, so he shouldn't be confused about matters of the court. Just having eyes and ears wasn't enough! The words of a eunuch are not to be taken seriously. This humble subject will take his leave! "

With that, Dongfang Weiming bowed and left.

Zhao Jing watched his figure disappear at the door, and his body couldn't help but to tremble. His face was as white as paper, it was unknown whether it was due to cold or fear!

"Your majesty?" Zhao Yuannan opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhao Jing in fear.

Zhao Jing forcefully swallowed his saliva, and slowly stroked his neck. He clenched his fists tightly, "Wall … "He has ears!"

She was only a sliver away from death.

However, in this life, which part of him hadn't given in to him?

Since that day onwards, Zhao Jing had never seen Dongfang Weiming before.

Zhao Yuannan said, Dongfang Weiming was busy fighting for power, so that the emperor would not be too happy and when he extended his Qi Family to the rear palace, Dongfang Weiming would not be caught off guard!

Zhao Jing looked at the red wedding gown that Gan Tang had given him, and gently brushed the gold thread of the dragon pattern on it with his fingertips. It was her first time getting married, but instead of marrying the husband she wanted, she became the husband of someone else! Unconsciously, he muttered to himself, "Mother's spirit in heaven, you must protect me!"