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

Xiao Qingrang looked at Ye Zhiyu and motioned for her to speak.

Ye Zhiyu glanced around, and out of caution, she grabbed the arms of the two of them: "Let's go back and talk." The walls have ears, so it would be bad if they were heard.

Feng Wuming and Xiao Qingrang looked at her at the same time.

Ye Zhiyu was confused. Why were the two men staring at her so strangely?

Feng Wuming seemed to be glaring at her.

What had she done to make him stare?
Ye Zhiyu has become bolder these days, and the relationship between the two has changed. Her attitude towards him has quietly changed. Sometimes she does not treat him as an emperor, but only treats him as Feng Wuming.

She still has scruples about being too presumptuous, but she doesn't have to think about being too presumptuous.

Ye Zhiyu glared back fiercely without thinking.

Seeing that she dared to stare back, Feng Wuming's handsome face turned dark. His eyes stopped on her grasping Xiao Qingrang's arm. He stretched out his hand expressionlessly and pulled her hand off Xiao Qingrang's arm.

"Don't be disrespectful to the Imperial Master."

Xiao Qing asked Feng Wuming to look at Feng Wuming thoughtfully, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Your Majesty is very protective of the calf.

His Majesty wanted to tell Miss Ye not to touch him.

The words were reprimanding Miss Ye, and the tone was disgusting.

He didn't know what he was thinking of in his dark pupils, and his eyes were much darker.

His Majesty's love for Miss Ye seems to be more than he imagined.

I feel jealous even if I scratch my arm.

Is grabbing the arm disrespectful to Xiao Qingrang?

Ye Zhiyu was messy in the wind. She glanced at his arm strangely, her hand still holding his clothes.

Feng Wuming is the emperor, more noble than Xiao Qingrang, so doesn't she commit an offense by touching His Majesty?

Ye Zhiyu slowly loosened his fingers one by one, sighing in his heart that there were so many rules in ancient times, especially between monarchs and ministers, there were rules everywhere.

Feng Wuming frowned and held her hand down. Ye Zhiyu looked confused: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Feng Wuming said nothing and looked at her with faint eyes, as if he was complaining.

"I cannot disrespect His Majesty."

Feng Wuming pulled his lips, his face darkened inch by inch, and he came out word by word: "When did you respect me?"

You can't say that.

Ye Zhiyu immediately said: "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood me. I respect your Majesty very much."

After a bowl of water was leveled, Ye Zhiyu glanced at Xiao Qingrang.

"I also have great respect for the Imperial Master."

"Really?" The two faint voices asked her at the same time. Ye Zhiyu's scalp went numb and the smile on his face became a little stiffer.

She wisely changed the subject: "Let's go back quickly. Walls have ears. We have to find a safe place to talk about some things."

Feng Wuming glanced at Xiao Qingrang and pressed Ye Zhiyu's hand without moving at all.

Xiao Qingrang turned around in understanding and took the lead in moving forward. His figure was stretched and gradually moved away from the two of them.

Feng Wuming then said to Ye Zhiyu: "Don't touch other men."

Ye Zhiyu looked at Xiao Qingrang's back, then looked at him frowning and telling him, and suddenly realized when he thought about her holding Xiao Qingrang's arm just now.

Feng Wuming is jealous?
She just grabbed Xiao Qingrang's arm and he was jealous?
She explained helplessly: "Master Imperial Master and I are friends." "Your Majesty, don't think too much about it."

Feng Wuming grabbed her hand and looked at her without saying anything, his eyes a bit deep and sad.

Seeing his sad expression, Ye Zhiyu instantly softened her heart. She was even thinking about whether she really shouldn't hold Xiao Qingrang's arm.

Here, special attention should be paid to the relationship between men and women.

A man and a woman have been in the same room for too long. If someone finds out and spreads rumors, the two of them can't clean it up even if they jump into the Yellow River.

She lowered her head: "Your Majesty, I understand, and I will not touch the Imperial Preceptor again in the future."

A man with a small belly!
Feng Wuming then pulled her forward, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and said: "Other men can't do it either, but you can touch me."

Ye Zhiyu was pulled forward by him. She seemed to be deliberately going against him and teasing him with what he said.

"How can that be done? Your Majesty, I am disrespectful by touching you and offending Your Majesty. I cannot bear the offence."

Feng Wuming stopped and looked at her. The man's clear voice sounded in her ears, as serious and solemn as if he was saying an oath, and a bit domineering.

"I allow you to offend as you please."

Ye Zhiyu was stunned. The man had a beautiful face, delicate eyebrows, and his beautiful eyes were filled with her.

She was speechless, her heart was beating suddenly, and her palms were hot.

She was a little panicked: "Don't keep the Imperial Master waiting too long, let's hurry up."

Feng Wuming saw that she avoided his gaze and walked forward in a hurry. His eyes were gloomy and he followed silently.

She still has scruples after all.

The three of them returned to the imperial study. Eunuch Chen stood guard at the door, and Feng Wuming sat in the middle, as straight as a pine tree and majestic.

"What did you find?"

Ye Zhiyu took a sip of tea and looked at Xiao Qingrang who was silent, knowing that he wanted her to speak out.

"When I saw the Queen Mother, I saw the shadow of Wen Yufu in her body. She spoke as if no one else was around. Wen Yufu also did it at the beginning. She also mentioned eternal life. The life and death of all things are the laws of nature, and the physical body cannot live forever. What the Queen Mother said can only mean that the soul is immortal."

The soul is immortal?

Feng Wuming frowned: "Isn't that a ghost?"

Ye Zhiyu nodded: "That's true. If the ghost finds a new body for her to use, she will be able to occupy the magpie's nest and become a new person. For her, it may not be a kind of eternal life."

Wen Yufu herself knows that she will always be Wen Yufu.

The soul never changes, it becomes just the body.

Perhaps in Wen Yufu's eyes, changing her body is no different from changing her clothes.

"Human habits are hard to change. The palace maid said that the Queen Mother's food taste and some habits had changed. At that time, I only thought that the passing of the late emperor had affected her, and I didn't have too much doubt. Now I think... it's because her soul has changed. Food tastes and habits will naturally change.”

Feng Wuming frowned: "Then the Queen Mother is dead?"

Ye Zhiyu shook his head: "Your Majesty, I can't be sure about this."

There was still a confusion in her mind, and she raised it to Xiao Qingrang: "Master Imperial Master, after death, people should be reincarnated, and their souls should not be left in the world. The lonely ghosts left in the world want to seize the bodies of living people. , Heaven does not allow it, living people have yang energy, ghosts are not so easy to invade/possess, how did she occupy the body of the Queen Mother? Where did the soul of the Queen Mother go? "

Xiao Qingrang put down the tea cup: "I don't know what method she used. I always feel that there is someone behind her helping her."

Ye Zhiyu lowered his head and thought, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the desk.

Is someone helping Wen Yufu?
The mysterious person who never spoke up?

Who is Wen Yufu talking to? (End of chapter)