Voice of the heart: Those who are eaten by the real daughter are in bad luck

Song Junyan couldn't hear her thoughts and didn't know what she was feeling at the moment. His hands on his knees were clenched tightly because of nervousness.

He looked into her simple and clear eyes, not knowing what else to say.

No matter how many promises you make, if you can't fulfill them it will only become deception.

She was like a gift sent by God to him. Meeting her was the greatest gift from God to him. He dared not blaspheme her and only wanted to keep her with his sincerity.

But how could he make her understand and trust his feelings?

She seemed... unable to even see his pamphlet.

At this moment, he felt inexplicably frustrated. Why should he become different? Why couldn't he let her read his mind at all times so that she could firmly believe in him?

Watching the person in front of him whose eyes gradually dimmed and whose shoulders slumped, Lu Xinran had a rare illusion that the initiative was always in his hands.

She thought again of the night they got married, when he held her in his hand and tried to make her believe him with his slightly drunken eyes.

She stretched out her hand, and her soft palm fell on the back of his hand, which was slightly cold due to nervousness.

"Then I will trust you once more. Don't lie to me! Also, the imperial edict must be written. I need to write several copies and hide them in different places just in case."

"Okay! I'll write you as many as you want!"

Song Junyan's eyes were misty, and his dead heart suddenly burst into life as if a spring breeze blew.

He excitedly pulled her into his arms, "Xinran, I love you. You will be the only one in my life. Thank you for sacrificing yourself to be with me."

Accompany him into the palace and give him warmth in the cold heights.

Lu Xinran snorted delicately: "Don't just talk, do it!"

Her shoulders suddenly became wet. She was surprised and wanted to get up to look at him, but he held her tightly in his arms.

"Don't look at it. Give me a quarter of an hour, okay?"

"it is good!"

Lu Xinran curled up in his arms obediently, not moving.

Of course you have to pamper the husband you choose.

He didn't want her to see his vulnerability, so she wouldn't see it.

It was a national mourning. Even though the two of them had thousands of things to say at this moment, Song Junyan still got up and went out to the front yard after calming down.

He didn't care what the world thought of him, but he couldn't let anyone say anything bad about Lu Xinran.

She had already decided to accompany him into the palace to become the envied queen. When she woke up the next day, officials from the Ministry of Rites came to the Prince of Wei's mansion to ask for a meeting and asked to make a dress for her overnight. She happily cooperated.

Lu Xinlan could tell what they had talked about the night before from her slightly flushed cheeks.

One of them must be happy.

During the fitting, she smiled and held her hand and joked: "You must support me in the future. As the queen's sister, I will be able to walk sideways wherever I go in the future."

Lu Xinran smiled and nodded vigorously: "Sister, you can go however you want! If you want to rob a decent man in the future, I will definitely let Song Junyan issue an imperial decree to you!"

Lu Xinlan was amused by her and laughed out loud. She found the ridiculous scene inexplicably interesting.

"Okay, then I'll be waiting. You can't lie to me."

On the second day of May, the new emperor ascended the throne.

The sudden change left people in the capital with no time to digest it, but no matter how urgent the time was, the country could not be without a ruler for a day, and they had to welcome a new emperor.

Song Junyan held Lu Xinran's hand, walked through the main gate, and walked to a higher place among the kneeling court officials.

Their future slowly unfolds like a picture scroll.

He had gotten up early in the morning to prepare and had been performing various ceremonies, so his body was exhausted to the extreme. However, as Lu Xinran looked at the civil and military officials kneeling on both sides, he still felt the pride of a superior in his heart.

It turns out this is what it feels like to have everyone under your feet.

The ministers: "..."

There is no need to be so direct. You don't have to step on them, they will lie down consciously!

Song Junyan squeezed her fingers gently, his wife was always so lovely.

The queen watched them walk up step by step, and the scene from more than ten years ago suddenly appeared before her eyes.

At that time, she also held hands with the emperor in this way, and the two of them walked up to the Fengtian Hall amid the kneeling ministers.

She had already forgotten her mood back then, but... the emperor was already very distant from her at that time. If he had not been afraid of the military power in the hands of the Zhang family, he would not have even granted her the position of queen.

She seemed to be doing well back then, but only she knew the pain and suffering in her heart.

Fortunately, Song Junyan is not a cold-hearted person, and Lu Xinran will not follow her old path.

When he ascends the throne, she can leave.

Where should she go first? Her heart had already grown wings and flew out of the capital.

Xie Lang stood beside her, looking at her secretly.

"Are you going back to Yuchengguan?"

"Won't come back."

The younger generation of the Zhang family has returned there, and that piece of land no longer needs her to protect it.

Xie Lang hummed: "Then I won't go back either. It's enough to have Qi Yu guarding over there."

The Dog Emperor is already dead, so if there is another war they don't need to find ways to stop it and make Yucheng Pass a difficult place to defend.

If Song Junyan had ambitions and directly pacified the areas outside the Great Wall, he could have at least twenty to thirty years of peace.

The queen tilted her head in surprise, as if she didn't expect him to reply like that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xie Lang's ears felt hot because of being looked at. He turned his head awkwardly and looked away. "If you want to leave Beijing, you need someone to protect you. No matter how good your skills are, as a woman, there are still some things that are inconvenient for you. With me protecting you, the journey will definitely be much safer."

Lu Xinlan stood not far behind them and heard their entire conversation.

Before she even leaves Beijing, she seems to be becoming an eyesore and being fed dog food every day.

The queen twisted her eyes at him and said, "Don't say such useless words. Your future will be decided by the emperor."

"he?"

Xie Lang looked at the two bright yellow figures above and suddenly laughed.

"The world is so unpredictable. It seems like just yesterday that they accompanied you to the Northwest."

The young prince who guarded the city walls and the wounded soldiers' camp day and night when the war was fierce, suddenly became an emperor who could support the Great Chu.

"I always thought my godfather would want to take my place."

"Be careful!"

The queen glared at him coldly. Saying this at this time would only cause trouble for him and the Zhang family!

"What are you afraid of? There are only you and me here, and no one else will hear it."

As he spoke, his eyes vaguely glanced at Lu Xinlan. Lu Xinlan looked at his nose and his heart, and very sensibly took two steps back.

"Does godfather really not want to, or is he afraid that guy has a back-up plan?"

This question has been lingering in Xie Lang's mind for a long time. If he doesn't ask it today, he is afraid that he will not find such a good opportunity in the future.

The queen rolled her eyes at him, and after a long while she whispered, "Father really has no intention, and he does have other plans."

Smart people will weigh the pros and cons. It seems that the Zhang family gave up a great opportunity, but they only chose the result that is most beneficial to themselves.