novelraw Chapter 147 You Are My Wife
Chapter 147 You Are My Wife
Song Shuangning shook her head, wiping the ink stains on her face with the back of her hand.
She also has an image to maintain.
Seeing that she remained silent, Xiao Yan assumed that he had upset her, so he softened his voice and coaxed her, "Alright, don't be angry anymore. Next time, just send someone to let me know that I won't come. Don't make yourself angry."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Shuangning saw her face covered in a mess of laughter in the bronze mirror. She couldn't hold back any longer and her shoulders shook with laughter.
Xiao Yan mistakenly thought she was crying, and his heart tightened. He quickly reached out to pull her shoulder.
"Why are you crying?"
Song Shuangning quickly broke free, covered her face, and squatted down, her voice pleading, "Your Majesty, please go out first, please go out first!"
Xiao Yan was even more puzzled. Instead of leaving, he bent down and insisted on pushing away her hands that were covering her face.
"Let me see you, don't cry."
A woman's strength is ultimately no match for a man's.
Xiao Yan easily pushed her hand away. When he saw the ink stains scattered all over her face, he was first taken aback, then burst into loud laughter.
Song Shuangning blushed crimson and pushed him away, saying, "Your Majesty, you're still laughing! Get out of here, you're not allowed to look anymore."
Xiao Yan suppressed a laugh and grabbed her mischievous hand: "Alright, alright, I won't laugh anymore. Come on, I'll help you. I promise I'll wipe it clean."
He gently and coaxed her onto the dressing stool, took a warm handkerchief, and carefully wiped away the marks on her face.
But a smile still couldn't help but spill out from the corners of her eyes and brows.
Song Shuangning was both angry and embarrassed, and pinched his arm several times, but Xiao Yan laughed even harder.
Their lively and vibrant appearance is simply adorable.
After wiping it clean, Song Shuangning turned her back angrily, "I will never speak to Your Majesty again."
Xiao Yan suppressed a laugh and asked knowingly, "Why?"
"Your Majesty is laughing at me!"
"Ningning, the way you look is really..." Under her fierce gaze, Xiao Yan changed his tone, turning the funny expression into something cute.
Xiao Yan put down the handkerchief and pinched her reddened earlobe.
"What you just saw, wasn't it just ordinary playful banter between an ordinary couple? Ningning, don't you think so too?"
Song Shuangning reminded him, "I am just a concubine."
Xiao Yan reached out and put his arm around her waist, his palm resting on her back. He spoke solemnly, word by word: "In my heart, you are my wife. The titles and status you care about, I will give them to you one day. Please..."
His words abruptly stopped. He tilted his head and leaned down, his thin lips gently brushing against her reddened earlobe. His breath was warm and tender, and his voice was low and husky, almost a whisper.
"...Madam, please wait patiently."
What's wrong with this guy? He's spouting sweet nothings like they're free.
Song Shuangning feigned a coquettish tone: "Alright then, I'll reluctantly wait a bit."
Xiao Yan laughed.
"Would you like to bathe with me, madam?"
Song Shuangning gave him a push; his seriousness lasted no more than three seconds.
"Your Majesty, I refuse." She walked out.
"That's not up to you."
Xiao Yan stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace. With a little effort, he lifted her up and walked towards the bathroom.
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Two days later,
The Qin Zheng Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Li Fuquan stammered as he reported the Empress Dowager's and the imperial clan's movements.
Xiao Yan sneered: "Absurd."
"The 'Zhaohua Demon,' a scourge to the ruler, a scourge to emperors—it's unbelievable that they could come up with such nonsense."
He got up and walked to the palace gate, gazing in the direction of Yaohua Palace in the distance.
He gradually calmed his mind and pondered deeply.
Who is the abbot of Chengtian Temple?
The late emperor personally bestowed upon him the title of Protector of the Nation Zen Master.
He devoted his life to compassion, worshipped Buddha and did good deeds, and cared for all living beings. He would never fabricate such nonsense out of thin air.
Someone must be secretly plotting against him, either by using fabricated evidence to deceive him or by using his Buddhist worship and virtuous conduct as a tool.
Xiao Yan frowned deeply and sighed softly.
Now that the Empress Dowager has summoned all the princes of the imperial clan, it is clear that she intends to use their voices to pressure him under the pretext of scheming for his safety, forcing him to abandon Ningning.
Even if he forcibly suppressed this time, the rumors will not dissipate and the sinister forces will not be eliminated. Ningning will have to continue to bear the reputation of "Zhaohua Sha". Treating the symptoms is useless; the problem must be solved at its root.
Only by dispelling this ominous rumor and exposing the mastermind behind it can we prevent future troubles.