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

Chapter 449 Don’t compromise
Feng Wuming closed the memorial he had not finished reading, got up and went to see Ye Zhiyu.

When he came to the small courtyard, the maids were accustomed to it. They bowed to him and stepped back with gentle steps.

He was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he took from the palace maid, and watched her leaning against the pillar with her legs crossed and holding a book in her hands, looking serious.

Ye Zhiyu collected some ancient books about the soul from Xiao Qingrang and wanted to study the mysticism in this area.

The last time her soul was forcibly separated from her body, it was probably at the hands of the system, but she couldn't see the system and couldn't attack it. She didn't know if her spiritual power would be useful in attacking the system.

The system is in a hurry.

This is what she confirmed last time.

The system has attacked her once, and there will be a second time. She wants to find a way to deal with the system.

The system extracted her soul, and she couldn't think of a way to deal with it. She was very passive and prone to bad things.

The words in the ancient book were a bit difficult to understand. She pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out the meaning. She folded the page into a small corner and prepared to ask Xiao Qingrang if he understood.

A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was handed to her mouth. She didn't even look at it, she opened her mouth and bit it.

She has become familiar with the palace maids who take care of her. She doesn't have so many rules. She still chats with them on weekdays and eats a lot of melons from the palace.

After finishing a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she opened her mouth and whispered, "I want another piece."

Feng Wuming stood beside her, glanced at the book in her hand, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with his knuckled fingers, and handed it to her lips with a smile on his face.

Her cheeks were bulging on both sides and she moved like a squirrel, very cute.

He quite liked the feeling of feeding her.

The osmanthus cake crumbs fell on the book. Ye Zhiyu turned over the book, shook it twice, and raised her eyes to see a piece of osmanthus cake in front of her eyes. Only then did she notice that something was wrong with the hand holding the osmanthus cake.

Wide and slender, with a thin layer of callus on the thumb.

This is not the girl's hand at all, but a man's.

Moving his gaze upward, a pair of smiling phoenix eyes looked at her with infinite tenderness.

Ye Zhiyu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "Your Majesty, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Feng Wuming asked back: "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

Listen to the unhappy tone.

Ye Zhiyu shook his head: "Of course not, His Majesty can come to me at any time."

Feng Wuming curled his lips, sat down next to her, and put the cake aside: "Xiao'e, there is something I want to ask you if you are willing to do it?"

Ye Zhiyu put the book on his legs, turned his head to look at him, and blinked.

Why did he suddenly ask her so seriously?
Seems a little nervous.

"Your Majesty, do you want to ask me if I am willing to do something?" Ye Zhiyu laughed and teased him.

"Your Majesty, doesn't he always have his own opinions?"

Feng Wuming was startled, looking at her smiling face a little distracted.

If he wanted to make her a queen, he would do it as soon as he thought of it. If it weren't for Fu Jingtong's reminder, he wouldn't have asked her what she thought. Regardless of whether she wanted to or not, the imperial edict of making her queen would be sent to her.

Many things in the past came to mind, and it seemed that he had always made unilateral decisions, and she could only accept them.

He never asked her if she was willing or if she wanted to do it.

Feng Wuming rolled his Adam's apple, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his eyes in reflection.

If she did something without asking whether he was willing or not, and made the decision alone, once or twice, he would definitely be angry.

It's not that she hasn't been angry, but his identity is here.

Feng Wuming's heart tightened.

He made her compromise on many things.

He didn't want to use his power to suppress her, and he didn't want her to be afraid of him because of his power.

He raised his eyes with deep eyes and said word by word: "Wang Xiao'e, I have never asked your opinion on many things before. I'm sorry, I will change it in the future."

Ye Zhiyu opened his almond-shaped eyes in surprise.change?
Feng Wuming actually said that he would change in the future?
Apologize to her?
She slowed down, watched him laugh, and raised her hand to touch his forehead.

I don’t have a fever either, so why are I talking nonsense?

Feng Wuming looked at her actions, his face darkened, and he grabbed her hand: "I didn't say anything stupid."

"I haven't asked you about many things before. I will ask you before making a decision in the future. If you don't want to do something, don't compromise, just refuse."

He could compromise for her.

Ye Zhiyu was stunned and looked at his serious face. Feng Wuming looked very thoughtful, and his eyes were so soft that they could shed tears.

Her heart was beating fast, as if she was about to jump out of her body. She nodded and said softly: "Okay, Your Majesty, if I refuse in the future, you can't use your power to suppress others."

The man categorically said no, and she suddenly realized for a moment, smiled sweetly, and felt sweet in her heart.

Feng Wuming used to be a noble regent, but now he is the supreme emperor. When people stand in high places, they often ignore the wishes of those around them.

Occupying a high position, he habitually makes decisions based on his own wishes and is unwilling to listen to objections and objections from others.

Feng Wuming realized this problem and took the initiative to raise it. She was very happy.

"What are you going to ask me about?" She looked down at the hands wrapped around her and suddenly thought.

Feng Wuming looked at her seriously.

She glanced at his hand calmly.

He probably didn't realize how hard he was holding her hand.

He is nervous.

"I want to ask you, are you willing to be my queen?" After Feng Wuming said this, he held her hand harder and stared at her nervously.

Be his queen?
Ye Zhiyu thought she heard wrongly.

She opened her mouth but no words came out.

I wanted to ask him if he was joking, but looking at his deep and nervous eyes, I couldn't say this at all.

She was at a loss and quickly pulled her hand out of his palm, not knowing where to put her hand for a moment.

Feng Wuming's eyes dimmed.

Doesn't she want to be his queen?

Seeing his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes filled with disappointment, Ye Zhiyu felt distressed but remained silent.

It's not that she doesn't want to comfort him, it's that her mind is in a mess now.

Seeing her biting her lip and looking at him hesitating to speak and hesitating without saying a word, Feng Wuming's heart kept sinking. He wanted to pull his lips, but instead he showed a smile that was uglier than crying. .

"It's okay if you don't want to."

He paused for a moment: "As I just said, you can refuse me."

Feng Wuming was like a man waiting to be sentenced. His whole body tensed up, waiting for her final answer.

The light in his eyes disappeared completely in an instant, and Ye Zhiyu shook his head.

No.

She didn't want to refuse.

It's just...she has too much to think about.

Does he know what he will face if he makes her queen?

The successive queens were all selected from thousands of people. They were well-informed and courteous, proficient in poetry and songs, and had strong natal families.

She has nothing, she still has a pair of children.

Everyone in the capital had heard about her and knew that she was married and had a son and a daughter.

When Feng Wuming wanted to make her his queen, the civil and military officials were the first to disagree, and they would continue to raise objections.

(End of this chapter)