Quick Travel: After defeating the villain, the host becomes more sophisticated

"Prince Regent, Your Majesty is no longer young. I would like to ask the Prince Regent to return the royal study to Your Majesty."

These people were being conservative. They should have said that the imperial power would be returned to Lin Muan, but they were afraid to say it out loud because they could not get out of the imperial study. Moreover, the imperial study was originally the place where the emperor worked, but He Zhiyan occupied it.

He Zhiyan put one hand on the desk, his fist on his temple, leaning slightly, as if he didn't hear what they said, he picked up a volume of memorials on the desk and looked through it casually.

Because his body was slightly tilted, the hair on his shoulders fell down to his chest, with a few strands still hanging in place. The hair on his forehead also slanted slightly, covering his beautiful eyebrows.

The sleeves of the supported arms slid down, revealing strong muscles. There were some scars and sword wounds on them. They looked old, but with his handsome face, it was hard to tell that he was a killer. Kill decisive people.

There was no emotion in his slightly closed eyes. After waiting for a moment, he raised his eyes. There was only infinite coldness in his eyes, which made his heart tremble with the cold.

All the ministers could not help but shrink their necks, and some of them wanted to take back what they said.

But at this moment when the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, Lin Muan came.

Lin Muan looked at the ministers in the imperial study, then at He Zhiyan, who was exuding air conditioning, and smiled sweetly at He Zhiyan.

"He Zhiyan, do you want to eat steamed cakes?" Lin Muan ignored the ministers and showed the food box in his hand to He Zhiyan with a smile.

He Zhiyan scanned Lin Muan from bottom to top and nodded slightly.

Lin Mu'an smiled and glanced at He Zhiyan's arm, carried the food box to He Zhiyan and squatted down next to him, pushed the memorial on the desk to the side, put the food box on the desk and opened it.

The ministers only dared to take a peek. They were fighting for the emperor's power, but the emperor was serving snacks to the regent.

"Did I disturb you?" Lin Muan looked at He Zhiyan while holding the cake, and glanced at the ministers.

"No, it just so happens that this matter has something to do with you." He Zhiyan took the plate from Lin Muan's hand and put it on the desk, then pulled Lin Muan to sit down.

Lin Mu'an swayed and leaned into He Zhiyan's arms. He blushed instantly and looked at He Zhiyan in panic. He glanced at the ministers from the corner of his eye.

He Zhiyan did not expect that Lin Muan would be so careless, but he had a bad temper. Finally, he took Lin Muan into his arms and reached out to pinch Lin Muan's chin.

"They asked me to return the royal study to His Majesty. Does Your Majesty want it?"

Lin Muan couldn't see He Zhiyan's expression, but could only hear He Zhiyan's low and joking voice in his ears. Looking at the ministers with their heads lowered like quails in front of him, Lin Muan struggled with a red face.

"Can you let me go first?" Lin Mu'an asked softly. He was struggling in a panic as if he suddenly encountered something strange.

"Your Majesty." He Zhiyan spat out these two words with forbearance, his arms tightly restraining Lin Muan's slim waist.

Lin Mu'an felt that the voice had a familiar feeling, and immediately he did not dare to move. He stiffened and leaned against He Zhiyan's arms.

He Zhiyan didn't know why Lin Muan moved like this just a few times, but it was indeed a little uncomfortable. Holding Lin Muan's soft body and smelling the sweet fragrance on his body, He Zhiyan felt that he would be stimulated if he stayed there for a while longer. Crazy and bad things happen.

But he didn't want to let go of Lin Mu'an. He hadn't smelled this smell for a long time. It smelled good and reassuring. Holding Lin Mu'an in his arms, he felt as if he owned him.

He Zhiyan felt that his idea was not right, but he was indifferent.

"Your Majesty, do you want it?" He Zhiyan let go of the hand holding Lin Muan's chin and followed his hand.

Lin Muan's mind went blank and he turned his head to look at He Zhiyan with a blank expression.

What do you want?What do you want or don’t want?What is He Zhiyan talking about?

"You want...what do you want?" Lin Muan blushed and looked at his hands, not daring to raise his head to look at the ministers for fear of making eye contact with them.

The ministers heard the sound of the two people's clothes rubbing against each other, with a few drops of sweat on their foreheads. They felt that they had seen something they shouldn't have seen, and wondered if the regent would silence them. They felt that they themselves were not aware of it at all. It's time to come.

Seeing the clinging attitude of the emperor and the regent, the ministers became more determined in their inner thoughts. As long as the regent could let them go, they would never tell anyone about this matter. They would keep it secret and take it to their graves. ……wrong!No, they want to live.

So can the regent let them go?

The ministers were still worried about their heads, but in fact they just knew some things before others. In the end, they made wise choices, otherwise they would be like those people who have divided their heads.

"Does Your Majesty want a study room?" He Zhiyan listened to Lin Muan's panicked voice and stared at Lin Muan's looming crimson neck.

"Ah? I...I don't want it." Lin Muan heard what He Zhiyan asked clearly and answered quickly, thinking that He Zhiyan could let him go quickly.

"Your Majesty, do you know what I mean by your question?" He Zhiyan deliberately spoke close to Lin Muan's ear, watching Lin Muan's reaction with his lowered eyes.

"I...I know, I don't need...to give it to you anymore." Lin Muan felt his ears were itchy and very hot, so he shrank to the side, wanting to stay away from He Zhiyan.

He Zhiyan looked at Lin Muan's reaction, chuckled, and looked at the ministers.

"You also heard what His Majesty said, why don't you leave?" He Zhiyan looked at the ministers coldly, with impatience in his voice.

The ministers ran away very sensibly, as if there were several dogs chasing them behind them.

Finally calming down, everyone looked in the direction of the imperial study room with a look of relief, but in their hearts they were grateful to Lin Muan.

Because He Zhiyan had a bad temper, he would definitely kill them, but with Lin Muan here, they were fine.

They all praised Lin Muan from the bottom of their hearts. Lin Muan didn't know. If he knew, he would definitely kill these ministers first, but now he is still in a stalemate with He Zhiyan.

Lin Muan remembered that He Zhiyan refused to give in and still held Lin Muan tightly.

"You...are you Sichun's dog?" Lin Muan gritted his teeth and squeezed He Zhiyan's hand.

He Zhiyan could restrain him with one arm, and his other hand was still free, clasping his wrist tightly. Lin Muan was a little numb from the pain.

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" He Zhiyan was unmoved and rested his chin on Lin Muan's shoulder.

"How dare you do this to a man you don't like?" Lin Mu'an was still trying to break away from He Zhiyan's hand, but the shame he felt just now had subsided.

"Your Majesty, do you think I am?" He Zhiyan let go of Lin Mu'an's wrist, stretched out to touch Lin Mu'an's neck, "I have tasted your Majesty's taste, and now I am just missing your Majesty. This is not what your Majesty asked for. Really? Is it possible that His Majesty doesn’t want it anymore?”