On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Feng Wuming asked, "Then will you lie to me?"

Ye Zhiyu was silent when he thought about what she had deceived him.

meeting!
She had already deceived him, countless times. She only felt lucky that she had successfully deceived him before, but now... she only felt nervous and guilty.

Feng Wuming didn't hear what she said and tentatively put his chin on her shoulder. She shuddered but didn't push him away. Her eyebrows rose and she was secretly happy.

Just don't push it away.

She did not resist her own touch.

When he touched her hand under the quilt, he noticed that her nervous palms were sweating. He wanted to laugh, but he held back because he was afraid that she would be shy.

"It doesn't matter if you lie to me."

"You must have your reasons for lying to me. As long as you don't tell me, I won't know. That's not impossible."

His voice sounded very considerate, and Ye Zhiyu's heart seemed to be pulled away with force. The guilt became stronger and heavier, weighing heavily on her heart.

He is such a good person, he will find reasons for her in everything, he will not blame her, he will only think that he did not do well.

Ye Zhiyu's eyes were moist and his chest/mouth was dull.

He was so nice, how could she refuse?

The man's fingers were intertwined with hers, their palms were sticky with sweat, and neither of them wanted to let go.

She made a decision in her heart and was calm with him.

"Wen Yufu is right. I am a time traveler. You have also seen that souls from other worlds can go back. I didn't know that I suddenly went back that day."

"Your Majesty, you know that we will be separated sooner or later. Since it won't end well, don't start it. Do you understand?"

When she said these words, she was tantamount to rejecting him in disguise, and her heart was as sharp as a knife.

"That's wrong." Feng Wuming hugged her tightly, his heart tightening, fearing that she would disappear.

"There are always some things that you know you can't do, but you still insist on it..."

Ye Zhiyu quickly closed his eyes and pretended to yawn: "Your Majesty, I'm sleepy. Go to sleep. I'll talk about anything later."

Feng Wuming lowered his eyes and looked at her back quietly, knowing that she was not sleeping at all, even if she pretended to be breathing like she was asleep.

He pursed his lips and spoke anyway.

She can hear it.

Whether she wanted to hear it or not, he was going to tell her what he felt about her.

"Wang Xiao'e, I like you. It's not just a whim. I have carefully considered and determined my feelings for you. I want to be with you and raise children with you. I will treat Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan as my children. "

"You are afraid that you will leave suddenly one day. What about the two children? Don't you want to find someone to rely on for them? I am the father of the children, and I am their support."

Ye Zhiyu opened his eyes quietly, and his heart skipped a beat.

If she leaves, Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan will have no mother. They can hand them over to Hua Niang, but... Hua Niang is not a mother after all.

Thinking of the two children without their mother's company, her heart ached.

Feng Wuming didn't know that Xiaojiu and Xiaofeng Tuan were his children. When the time comes, the two little Tuanzi will have neither mother nor father. They will have no father's love and no mother's love. They will be pitiful.

Should we still let Liang Xiaotuanzi and Feng Wuming recognize each other?
In this way, even if she left and Feng Wuming still cared for her two children, she could feel relieved.

Ye Zhiyu was in a state of confusion.

Feng Wuming was still telling her his love for her, his voice was deep and long, which was touching.

She bit her lip to keep herself awake and not to be seduced by love words and fall into the endless abyss.

Once you start you can't stop. …

The next day.

Feng Wuming opened his eyes and looked at Ye Zhiyu nestled in his arms, with gentle eyebrows. He glanced at the window. He was greedy for the softness in his arms and didn't want to go to court.

Taking his hand out of her waist, the woman moved, and he gently patted her arm. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her frowning again.

Reluctantly touching her face, Feng Wuming got out of bed and put on his dragon robe, leaned over and placed a pious kiss on her forehead, tucked in the quilt, and left with gentle steps.

Eunuch Chen was waiting for him at the door. When he saw him coming out and was about to salute, Feng Wuming looked at him and silenced him.

Eunuch Chen shut his mouth and saw that he was fully dressed, so he quickly followed without saying anything more.

In the Jinluan Palace, all the civil and military officials were discussing the collapse of the Yangxin Palace, frowning and looking solemn.

"Last night the Yangxin Palace suddenly collapsed. Could this... be God foretelling something?"

"Several emperors have lived in the Yangxin Hall, but nothing happened to the Yangxin Hall. Just a short time after Your Majesty moved in, the Yangxin Hall turned into ruins overnight. This is an ominous warning."

"Your Majesty is here!" Eunuch Chen shouted loudly, and everyone closed their mouths and saluted without further discussion.

Feng Wuming waved his hand: "Everyone loves you."

He saw that there were fewer ministers attending court today, his eyes were lowered and his face was solemn.

If this continues, fewer and fewer people will come to court day by day, and they will all fall ill at home and have to rush to the hospital.

Mr. Yue, who has close contacts with Prime Minister Shen, was the first to stand up: "Your Majesty, I heard that the Yangxin Palace suddenly collapsed last night? Is your Majesty okay?"

Feng Wuming narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "I'm fine."

Mr. Yue seized on this matter and deliberately challenged him: "Your Majesty, the Yangxin Palace has been in good condition for so many years. Why did it suddenly collapse last night? Does your Majesty want to give us an explanation for this matter?"

"All the previous emperors lived in the Yangxin Hall. Nothing happened to the Yangxin Hall. Your Majesty, you just moved to the Yangxin Hall for a while, and the Yangxin Hall collapsed. This...is it not suitable for your Majesty to live there? The Hall of Cultivation of the Heart?”

Feng Wuming looked at him solemnly, and Lord Yue looked at his gloomy eyes without any emotion, and a chill ran down his spine.

How could Feng Wuming not hear the implication behind his words, he said coldly.

"Yue Aiqing wants to say that I am not worthy of sitting on this throne?"

"Yue Aiqing, tell me who is worthy of sitting here?"

Mr. Yue had a look of panic on his face: "Your Majesty, I did not say that your Majesty is not worthy of sitting on the throne. It is just that the collapse of Yangxin Palace is a strange thing. After thinking about it, I can only think that it is the will of God."

Feng Wuming said coldly: "God's will? I didn't know that Yue Aiqing could reach heaven, and she was even more powerful than the national master."

Master Yue was terrified. His Majesty's gaze was like a sharp blade suspended in the air. If he dared to say one more word, he would be stabbed to death.

Lord Yue was frightened and annoyed that he should not have taken the lead.

Gun hit the bird.

He was not the only one who discussed this matter just now. They all thought it was a hint from God that Feng Wuming was not worthy of the throne.

Now that he has spoken out, those old foxes have begun to pretend to be dead one by one, not even daring to fart.

"Yue Aiqing, I think it's better for you to work in the Imperial Prefecture in the future. How about that?"

"Lest you have nowhere to display your heavenly power in the court."

Master Yue touched his cold eyes, his legs became weak, his face turned pale, and he was sweating profusely: "I am scared."

Fu Jingtong saw that he was trembling with fear, and his voice was cold: "Master Yue, the Yangxin Palace has collapsed. Then find out the cause of the collapse. Is it God's will? Do you have any strange powers that can communicate with God?"

"Your Majesty's throne was passed down by the late Emperor himself. Are you questioning the late Emperor or His Majesty?" (End of Chapter)