After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

Later, Song Qiyan successfully ascended the throne, completely destroyed the He family, quelled the unrest in the four borders, changed the dynasty and system, and started a new glory based on the foundation laid by Song Chengzhong.

Three years later, the country was at peace and all things were revived.

Jiang Sheng became the general and Qingluan became the female deputy general. They worked together to help Song Qi pacify the world, and finally they became a pair of lovebirds as they wished.

After entrusting the Fu Sheng Sect to Ye Ying, Xie Langfeng traveled around the world with "Fan Yin".

One day, Jiang Wanyu was sitting in a pavilion in the imperial garden full of blooming flowers, reading a letter from Xie Langfeng.

"Is Wanwan okay? People say that the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. Now I brought my sister to her favorite place. We saw..."

As Jiang Wanyu was reciting, her eyes suddenly turned red. All in all, Xie Langfeng only had two years left, but during these years, he would probably be much better off than before when he was overshadowed by Fanyin's death.

Thinking this way, isn’t it a kind of happiness?

Looking at the falling petals, she felt sad from time to time, but suddenly someone covered her eyes from behind.

"Song Qiyan, what are you doing?"

"How did you guess me like this?"

Song Qiyan chuckled, put his arms around her waist and kissed her on the forehead.

"Don't you see my current status? I am the queen who rules the country. You are the only one who can touch me. What is there to guess?"

"Then why don't you call me Your Majesty?"

“Unfamiliar… and feels so strange.”

Jiang Wanyu looked up at him, wearing noble black clothes. Now that he is the master of the world, it always feels like he is a little different.

"If you are not familiar with me, then don't call me that. I also like Wanwan calling me that way. It's intimate. But from now on, you are the only one allowed to call me by my name."

Song Qiyan stroked her face with a smile on his face, his eyes once again showing that familiar soft light of affection, "To the world, I am the sovereign who rules over the world, but to you, I am just your husband. You can call me whatever you want. I listen to you, my lady."

"Humph, it's been so long, and you still like to tease me unintentionally with your mouth."

Jiang Wanyu blushed, chuckled, and playfully stroked Song Qiyan's lips with her fingertips.

Yes, they are husband and wife now, and to her, he is just her husband who loves her.

"Why? Wanwan doesn't like it?"

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

"Then...a kiss."

"Hmm? Ugh..."

Before Jiang Wanyu could react, Song Qiyan had already lifted her chin and kissed her, with such turbulent feelings as before and even more affectionate than before they fell in love, making her legs feel weak and she almost collapsed in his arms.

Suddenly a loud noise stopped the two of them.

"Mother, mother."

Song Chaoyun and Song Muyu scrambled to get into Jiang Wanyu's arms and ask for a hug.

Jiang Wanyu just patted the two noisy guys and chuckled, "How can I have the strength to hold two at the same time."

"No, no, I just want a hug."

Watching the two children quarreling, Song Qiyan tapped their heads and said, "Why are you so irritable? You pester your mother every day. It's tiring for her."

It seems that since he had these two, he and Wanwan have spent less time together alone.

"I will ask the tutor to teach you more etiquette and rules in the future."

"I understand, Father."

The two heads couldn't help but droop. Jiang Wanyu on the side just laughed and advised.

"Okay, okay, it's almost evening, let's go back and have dinner."

"it is good."

Song Qiyan smiled, rubbed the two little heads, picked them up, and said, "Your mother can't carry you, but your father can. Let's go, I'll take you back to dinner."

"Okay!"

Song Chaoyun and Song Muyu cheered in unison.

At this time, the sun set slowly into the distant starry sky, and the four of them walked towards the hall facing the sunset.

In a trance, Jiang Wanyu raised her head, facing the gentle breeze, attracted by the last touch of color in the sky, and felt that "there is hope at sunrise and thought at sunset, all the beauty is around us."

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