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As that familiar voice filled with curiosity echoed, even without turning around, Le Yao Yao knew exactly who it was.
With a swift motion, she stretched out her hands to cover the note, not wanting the newcomer to see what was written on it.
Red Lips glanced over and couldn't help but scoff, letting out a dismissive "tch."
"Looking at it won't kill you. Is it really necessary to be so secretive?!"
Le Yao Yao's actions drew a disdainful snort from Nangong Junxi.
In response, Le Yao Yao simply rolled her eyes at him.
"This is my wish, and I just don't want you to know."
It was a bit petty of her. Although Le Yao Yao felt that her wish wasn't anything special, she just didn't want Nangong Junxi to find out.
However, the more she tried to keep it a secret, the more curious Nangong Junxi became.
It felt like a little kitten had jumped into his heart, constantly scratching at his curiosity.
The more Le Yao Yao wanted to keep it from him, the more he wanted to know.
So, disregarding everything else and relying on his tall stature, Nangong Junxi reached out with his long arm toward the lantern in Le Yao Yao's hand.
But Le Yao Yao had already anticipated this move. She quickly jumped back and found herself behind Dongfang Bai, instinctively hiding there without a second thought.
Nangong Junxi, however, did not stop his pursuit. Once mischief took hold of him, nothing could deter him.
In the end, it was Leng Junyu who could no longer stand by silently and spoke up from the side.
"Junxi, stop messing around."
With Leng Junyu's slightly warning voice, Nangong Junxi chuckled and stopped his antics.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao let out a sigh of relief, but she couldn't help sticking her tongue out at Nangong Junxi and making a face.
Her intention was to infuriate him.
However, just as she finished her gesture, she felt a scorching gaze fixed upon her.
The gaze was unfamiliar, causing Le Yao Yao to freeze for a moment before turning to look in the direction it came from.
When she saw the man's appearance, her mind went blank with a loud 'bang.'
Because that person was none other than the biggest boss of the Celestial Yuan Dynasty.
The Emperor!
Le Yao Yao had only seen this sovereign once during the Empress Dowager's birthday celebration, and that encounter left a deep impression on her.
After all, this Emperor had inexplicably suggested that she switch sides in front of all the officials. In the end, she had refused.
Fortunately, he hadn't been angry; she had breathed a sigh of relief then.
Now, why was the Emperor looking at her?!
Moreover, his gaze was playful yet inscrutable, which suddenly reminded Le Yao Yao of a fox!
Yes, a fox!
The last time she met this youthful Emperor in Dragon Hall, she felt he possessed an air of nobility mixed with elegance, and strength intertwined with refinement.
Now seeing him again, his eyes—playful yet enigmatic—curved like those of a cunning fox plotting something. This made Le Yao Yao's hair stand on end and sent chills down her spine.
"Uh..."
"Emperor, you little eunuch, you are truly amusing. To this day, I still remember the last performance of 'Wu Song Fights the Tiger'! Over the past few days, the concubines in the palace have also been asking to see a couple of plays; they really never seem to tire of them!"
Just as Le Yao Yao felt a chill run down her spine under the Emperor's gaze, fortunately, he had shifted his attention away from her.
However, Le Yao Yao still felt tense, and what she heard next made her perk up her ears.
After all, it was about herself, and Le Yao Yao naturally listened attentively!
Moreover, after hearing the Emperor's words, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but steal a glance at the living embodiment of hell beside her.
She saw that after hearing the Emperor's words, Leng Junyu's eternally cold face remained devoid of warmth even when facing his royal brother; it could practically freeze a person!
"Your Majesty overpraises. He only possesses these trivial skills."
Leng Junyu's voice was icy. It seemed he was indifferent to Le Yao Yao, yet his tall figure unconsciously shielded her from the probing gaze of the man in front of them.
After all, he had not forgotten that his brother had once shown interest in this Little One during their time at Dragon Hall...
As for Leng Junyu's protective gesture, Emperor Leng Zihao merely smiled without revealing anything further.
At this moment, their group had arrived at the shore of West Lake.
Due to the annual Lotus Festival, there were no empty seats along the banks of West Lake; people were coming and going.
However, being the Son of Heaven, as long as there was money involved, a good spot could always be found.
Before long, Le Yao Yao and her companions had settled into a Jade Pavilion by West Lake.
It was around dusk now; stars twinkled in the sky while the bright moon hung high above, adorning the infinite universe with breathtaking beauty.
The evening breeze gently dispersed the heat of the day, bringing a refreshing coolness that was utterly delightful.
After Le Yao Yao and the others entered the Pavilion, various fruits and teas had already been placed on the table.
At that moment, the Empress Dowager, who had been chatting with Nian Sulan, seemed to have thought of something. She turned to Leng Junyu across from her, smiling warmly with her well-maintained face, and said kindly, "Yuer, you seem to be eighteen this year, right?"
"Yes, Empress Mother," Leng Junyu replied calmly.
Hearing the Empress Dowager's words, Leng Junyu spoke in his usual indifferent manner. The Empress Dowager was already accustomed to his stoic demeanor.
Moreover, she had watched Leng Junyu grow up and understood his cold exterior but warm heart.
Without beating around the bush, the Empress Dowager got straight to the point. After hearing Leng Junyu's response, she continued, "Hao'er had already taken two consorts and promised three at your age. Isn't it time for you to settle down?"
As soon as the Empress Dowager finished speaking, Leng Junyu's previously calm expression showed a slight change; he raised an eyebrow and glanced around until he caught sight of Leng Zihao's gloating look, causing his lips to twitch slightly.
After all, everyone was well aware of what the Empress Dowager had in mind.
However, Leng Junyu remained silent for a moment as if contemplating something.
Seeing this, the Empress Dowager did not rush him but instead turned her affectionate gaze toward Nian Sulan, who was sitting beside her with her head lowered in embarrassment.
Today, Nian Sulan was dressed in a rose-colored gown embroidered with peonies, soft and ethereal like mist under the moonlight.
The Silk Skirt was the most fashionable style in Capital City this year, accentuating her graceful figure and stunning beauty.
On her head was this year's trendiest Morning Moon Hairpin, adorned with a hollow Peony Hairpin. As she moved, the golden tassels swayed gently in her hair, enhancing her allure even further.
It had to be said that Nian Sulan was a natural beauty, and she was exceptionally skilled at dressing up.
As the saying goes, three parts beauty and seven parts adornment; with her decent looks, she managed to present herself in a dazzling manner that made it hard for anyone to overlook her!
At this moment, while Leng Junyu remained silent, Nian Sulan's heart felt like it was in her throat.
Her hands, resting on her knees, were gripping the silk handkerchief tightly, and her face hung low.
In contrast to Nian Sulan's anxiety, Le Yao Yao quickly shifted her gaze to the man in black before her after hearing the Empress Dowager's words.
After all, she wasn't foolish; she understood the implications of what the Empress Dowager had painted.
Moreover, Nian Sulan had always been favored by the Empress Dowager, so it was clear to anyone with eyes that the Empress Dowager intended to support Nian Sulan this time.
Now, they were just waiting to see how the living Yama would respond.
If he answered affirmatively, then the Empress Dowager would surely seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to marry Nian Sulan off to him.
The mere thought of the living Yama marrying another woman made Le Yao Yao's heart clench.
It felt as if someone were tightly squeezing her heart, causing an unbearable discomfort within her.
Even she found it puzzling—what exactly was she feeling so upset about!?
At that moment, Le Yao Yao was confused, yet her heart raced as she awaited the living Yama's answer.
How would he respond?
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao's gaze was firmly fixed on Leng Junyu, her nervousness evident.
However, at that moment, everyone's attention was on Leng Junyu, and no one noticed her anxiety.
But the fact that others were oblivious did not include Dongfang Bai.
Seeing the anxious and uneasy expression on Le Yao Yao's face made Dongfang Bai's heart tighten unexpectedly.
She must be nervous, right!?
Why is it that the one she likes is him!?
Why didn’t they meet earlier!?
With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Dongfang Bai felt a lump in her chest. In the end, she could only pick up her glass and drink quietly, trying to mask the bitter smile at the corners of her lips.
Just then, after a long silence, Leng Junyu finally parted his lips under everyone's watchful eyes and spoke in a calm tone.
"Empress Mother, I have no plans to start a family at this time!"
Though his voice was soft, the determination in his tone was unmistakable.
Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager's face showed signs of anxiety.
"Yuer, you are not young anymore. Starting a family is something that will happen sooner or later. You should..."
The Empress Dowager wanted to say more but was abruptly interrupted by Leng Junyu.
"Empress Mother, since starting a family is inevitable, what harm is there in waiting a little longer!?"
Clearly, Leng Junyu was growing impatient with the Empress Dowager's constant inquiries about his marriage.
The Empress Dowager naturally noticed this, but she was anxious.
"Yuer, have you never had a woman you liked?!"
Her words were very direct, and as soon as she finished speaking, the entire room fell silent, for everyone wanted to hear Leng Junyu's answer.
Especially Nian Sulan.
After all, she had loved this man for many years, dreaming of becoming his bride.
However, it seemed that this man had never set his gaze upon her heart; she was also filled with anxiety!
Thinking of this, Nian Sulan's sorrowful and delicate gaze was tightly fixed on Leng Junyu. Her tearful expression looked truly pitiful.
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