"I listen to your uncle."
The girl bent her eyes with an innocent look on her face.
Sang Yu narrowed his eyes, his eyes dark: "You obey me in everything, so you're not afraid that I've stolen your empire?"
"I don't want to be the emperor at all. If your uncle wants it, just take it."
Sang Yu knew that in the Sang Yun Kingdom, no one was more suitable to be emperor than Sang Yu.
The girl's expression didn't look deceptive.
She used to care most about the throne, but now she doesn't care at all?
As if she knew what he was thinking, the girl suddenly reached out and held his face, her eyes clear and serious: "Uncle, right now, I only care about you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soft kiss fell on his lips.
Like a dragonfly touching water, he was about to leave with just one kiss.
Sang Yu's slender fingers clasped the girl's slender and soft waist, brought her back into his arms, pressed her on the couch, and said in a hoarse voice, "Say it again."
The girl raised her hand and carefully traced the arc of his cheek, with tenderness in her eyes: "I say, uncle, Xiaoyu will only care about you from now on."
"Don't lie." Even though she had repeated it, Sang Yu was still like an insecure child, eager to get her assurance.
"I didn't lie." Sang Yu said word by word, "If I had lied, I would have given this country to the emperor."
The moonlight outside the hall was gentle, the leaves were dancing in the wind, two figures lingered in the halo, and their shadows fell on the window.
It was another unforgettable night. Sang Yu got up with his sore body, and heard 38 say: "Xiaoyu, everyone in the Shangguan family was executed at noon today, and Sang Yu personally imprisoned them."
Sang Yu yawned unsurprisingly.
Sang Yu fully possesses the ruthlessness of an emperor, otherwise how would it be possible to recapture Sang Yun Kingdom from Cang Heng in the original plot.
It's just a pity for her queen, what a beautiful little beauty, why can't she think about it so hard?
Although Sang Yu is reluctant to part with him, he will not be merciful either.
After all, Shangguan Jing's move was undoubtedly an assassination.
If Sang Yu didn't save her, she would die.
Sang Yu felt a little regretful, because she hadn't had a full night's sleep since Sang Yu had eaten meat.
After staying up for more than half a month, on this day, Sang Yu fell into a deep sleep when he was woken up by 38's urgent voice.
"Oops, Xiaoyu, Sang Yu and Mu Huai are fighting."
Sang Yu sat up from the dragon couch in one fell swoop. She cried out in pain from last night's exertion.
"what happened?"
"Mu Huai is awake. He already knows about you and Sang Yu."
Sang Yu was shocked: "Who told him?"
"...Sang Yu."
Sang Yu didn't expect that Sang Yu would tell Mu Huai what happened between them, and she suddenly had a headache.
Sang Yu was afraid that they would beat each other to death, so he still dragged his "sick body" and staggered to the side hall.
At that time, the side hall had been severely ravaged by them, the pillars collapsed and the flower pots were shattered on the ground.
And Sang Yu and Mu Huai don't look very good either.
Sang Yu's hair crown was knocked off, and his long black hair spread out. He held a sword in his hand, and his eyes were indescribably cold.
Mu Huai's soft face was cut open, and blood flowed down his beautiful cheeks. His eyes were red, and he felt that he was both good and evil.
The moment he saw her, Mu Huai pursed his lips and asked her, "Yuyu, you didn't do it voluntarily, he forced you, right?"
Sang Yu opened her red lips and looked at Mu Huai without daring to speak.
Sang Yu saw her hesitation, his eyes were gloomy, and he softly uttered two words with his thin lips: "Come here."
(End of chapter)
