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

Chapter 467 Is there nothing to explain?
Standing on tiptoes, Ye Zhiyu said warmly: "Okay, would your Majesty make a bet with me? I bet that Your Majesty will not treat them badly."

Feng Wuming's face was as dark as water.

She didn't answer his questions directly.

I felt guilty and dared not answer.

He was stunned for a moment, in disbelief. The frost in his eyes quickly faded away, and he jumped for joy.

Soft lips pressed against Feng Wuming's forehead, and Ye Zhiyu kissed her reverently and tenderly: "Feng Wuming himself is a very good person, there is nothing he can do."

Seeing the man in a daze, with the ice and snow melting in his eyes, she waved her hand to give him a free look: "Your Majesty, I have no intention of leaving. Mr. Sang won't let you go, so I will leave the palace to live for a while, and I will come back after a while. Don’t think so wildly.”

"You really don't want to leave?" Feng Wuming asked her.

Ye Zhiyu shook his head, and Feng Wuming felt relieved.

Knowing that she must have something to say to Ye Wentai, he took her hand and sat down, asking Eunuch Chen to bring Ye Wentai in.

Eunuch Chen brought Ye Wentai in, and Feng Wuming waved his hand.

"Go back."

"Old slave, please retire." Eunuch Chen retreated.

Ye Wentai looked at Ye Zhiyu with complicated eyes.

Ye Zhiyu poured the tea and handed it to Ye Wentai with both hands, looking guilty and grateful.

"Uncle Ye, thank you for your willingness to help me."

"I also have to say sorry to you for occupying your daughter's body for so many years."

Ye Wentai took the water, put it down tremblingly, and raised his hand, his fingers trembling.

Seeing his trembling fingers hanging in the air, Ye Zhiyu took the initiative to move his face closer, knowing that he wanted to touch his daughter's face.

Ye Wentai caressed her face, but what he saw through this skin was not her.

Looking at the eyes in front of him, Ye Wentai's mind was filled with his daughter's smiling face before. He looked heavy and opened his mouth. It took him a long time to have the courage to ask.

"Wang Tianshi, you took over my little girl's body, then..."

His voice was nervous and frightened, trembling and stammering.

"Where did the little girl go? Can she come back?"

Ye Zhiyu saw that his whole body was full of vicissitudes of life, sadness came out of his eyes, he couldn't bear it, and his voice was like a mosquito.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ye, she...can't come back."

The original body is dead.

How can a dead person come back?

She has never seen the soul of the original person, and she has no way even if she wants the father and daughter to meet.

Ye Wentai had already thought about this result on the way here, but when he heard it, his hands dropped weakly, the flesh of his face twitched, and tears came from his sad eyes. He bit the back of his hand, his heart was twisting, and he couldn't help it. , burst into tears.

His suppressed sobs were particularly unpleasant to hear, and Ye Zhiyu gently patted his arm to comfort him silently.

The pain of losing a daughter cannot be experienced by others no matter how much they say.

I've endured it once, and now I have to endure it again.

Undoubtedly, the previous wound was re-opened, and this time it would only hurt more than last time.

Ye Wentai burst into tears and cried bitterly.

His face was full of tears, and he kept hitting his head with his hands, regretting and blaming: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I didn't agree to marry Your Majesty, my little girl would not have died."

"It was me who harmed her, Yu'er. It was my father who was sorry for you. My father should not have agreed to this marriage in the first place, and he would not have harmed you..."

Ye Wentai was immersed in grief and self-blame, completely forgetting that Feng Wuming was sitting opposite.

Ye Zhiyu glanced at Feng Wuming.

The man was calm, but his face was a bit dark.

Feng Wuming held the tea cup.

How scary is he?

Seeing that he was not angry with Ye Wentai, Ye Zhiyu was relieved.Ye Wentai seemed to have gotten into trouble and decided that if he did not agree to the marriage between the two families, his daughter would not die for it.

Ye Zhiyu comforted him.

Ye Wentai wiped his tears and was still mumbling. As he wiped his eyes, he saw His Majesty sitting aside and looking at him expressionlessly.

The words stopped abruptly, and Ye Wentai was so frightened that he lost his balance and almost fell down. Fortunately, Ye Zhiyu supported him.

Ye Wentai forgot to cry and quickly knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, it's not that the common people said something bad about Your Majesty. The common people just got excited and said the wrong thing. My daughter can get married to Your Majesty..."

Ye Wentai's mind was in confusion.

He...he just said in front of His Majesty that he should not agree to marry His Majesty.

How disrespectful.

I wonder if His Majesty is angry?If Your Majesty is angry... I hope Your Majesty will not blame you.

Feng Wuming saw him shaking like chaff from fear and put down the tea cup.

Ye Zhiyu glared at him.

Now is the sad time, is it possible that he still cares about it?

Feng Wuming felt a little aggrieved, but he didn't show it on his face and kept his voice low.

"I don't blame you."

"I can understand the pain of losing a daughter. Get up."

Ye Wentai thanked the emperor for his kindness and wiped the tears from his eyes: "Wang Tianshi, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Ye Zhiyu saw his face full of pain, lost his soul, and felt even more guilty.

Asking Mr. Ye to help her gave him hope but disappointed him.

Originally, Old Man Ye didn't have to suffer what he was going through today.

She took over the original body, and she had to do something for the original body in order to feel at ease.

After calling Ye Wentai, Ye Zhiyu knelt down in front of him solemnly. Feng Wuming's eyes changed slightly and he wanted to pull her up. He soon understood that she also wanted to feel at ease and sat back down again.

"Wang Tianshi, what are you doing?" Ye Wentai wanted to pull her up.

"Uncle Ye, please accept my bow." She pulled out her arm and kowtowed to Ye Wentai.

"Old man Ye, I took possession of Miss Ye Er's body. I am ashamed of you. I'm sorry. Everyone knows today that Miss Ye Er is not dead. Mr. Sang and the others may still be suspicious and ask people to supervise us. I have a I’m sorry, I hope Mr. Ye can agree to my request.”

Ye Wentai was anxious: "Wang Tianshi, I promise you, I promise you, please get up and speak quickly."

Ye Zhiyu got up from the ground and bowed to him: "Old man Ye, from now on I will be the second Miss Ye, and the Ye family will be my home. I will take care of you until you die."

On the one hand, she felt guilty, but on the other hand, she was afraid that Master Sang would not give up and find someone to spy on her and Uncle Ye.

Ye Wentai also thought of Sang Tao, who was tit for tat.

Sang Tao didn't believe it, but what they said was flawless and logical, so Sang Tao had to believe it.

As long as he finds any clues, he will follow them and hold on to them.

Ye Wentai looked at this face, he couldn't say no.

"it is good."

Ye Zhiyu smiled at him: "Dad."

Ye Wentai was in a daze, as if he had seen the old Ye Mansion. His daughter was standing in the pavilion, calling him daddy with a sweet smile.

He came back to his senses, his nose was sore, he patted Ye Zhiyu's arm and responded.

Ye Zhiyu sent Ye Wentai out, and after returning, Feng Wuming stood in the middle of the imperial study, looking at her with dark eyes, which made her hair stand on end and panicked.

"Your eyes are so scary."

Feng Wuming thought about the two children and the fact that she had been hiding it from him, Youyou.

"You have nothing to explain to me?"

(End of this chapter)