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Deliris continued to smile, perhaps even unaware that her smile had suddenly taken on a hint of forced cheerfulness. "You are the Sovereign of the Nine-Five; you will have countless consorts and numerous princes and princesses. What do you have to worry about?"
Tang Hezhao's mind was still in a haze, and all he could manage was to repeatedly say, "No." After finally calming down a bit, a random excuse popped into his head, and he used it: "You don't know, your village chief has already been with another woman. He never took your promise seriously."
Deliris tilted her head in confusion. "How do you know?"
"I..." Tang Hezhao choked for a moment, then began to argue irrationally. "I am the Emperor; naturally, I know everything! Do you dare question the majesty of the Son of Heaven?"
Of course, Deliris did not dare.
But she remained silent, her eyes still filled with doubt as she stared at him intently, making him feel uncomfortable.
Tang Hezhao waved his hand dismissively. "If you don't believe me, I'll have him brought here. Once you see him, you'll believe it, right?"
As he said this, he thought that since he was the Emperor, even if the village chief was still alone, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find a woman for him.
As long as he could extinguish Deliris's desire to marry that man, he would be willing to do anything.
However, after he spoke, her eyes suddenly turned red, and two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks.
Tang Hezhao panicked; he felt both heartache for Deliris and a pang of jealousy. Although she had spoken about her promise to the village chief without much emotion, he hadn't expected her feelings for him to run so deep. She had never shed tears for him...
Despite these thoughts, he stepped forward and took Deliris's hand. "Deliris, don't be sad. It's just a village chief..." After all, he was still the Emperor.
But Deliris turned away from him and leaned against his chest, tears continuing to flow slowly.
"Who—who is sad..."
She glared at the village chief with trembling hands.
"I told you, at least shave your beard properly! You hit me so hard it nearly killed me! Wuwu..."
Tang Hezhao remained silent, his expression unreadable.
He couldn't care less about the others present and quickly expressed his feelings, "If you're not going to marry him, how about marrying me instead?"
Delice wiped her tears away, "Well, I've already saved up my dowry. Marrying anyone is still marrying, so if it's you, then fine, wuwu..."
Tang Hezhao felt a surge of joy; he thought Delice was being surprisingly agreeable at that moment. "Really? You won't regret it? Do you have any other requests?"
At that moment, Delice couldn't think of anything else and simply stated one condition, "Just remember to shave your beard clean before I hit you next time..."
To demand conditions while hitting the emperor—truly impressive!
Tang Hezhao could only respond with a sigh, "Alright."
Little did he expect that the village chief had indeed married a wife a year ago and was summoned to the capital to meet Delice, bringing his wife along.
Half a month later, the couple arrived in the imperial city and stood before Delice in Zhao Hong Hall.
"It was my fault," the village chief said. He was a dark-skinned man who had broken his promise to marry. After uttering those four words, he struggled to find any clever way to apologize.
Delice sat at the head of the table, her expression calm as she looked at the couple with their heads bowed, betraying no emotion.
After a long silence, she sighed deeply, slowly standing up and walking toward the village chief.
Tang Hezhao watched from the side, confused until Delice raised her hand and slapped the village chief across the face with a loud "smack!"
"I have worked hard to earn money in the capital, all for the sake of a substantial dowry, so that I can return home and marry you. Now that you have breached our agreement, I shall slap you across the face, 'Even if you repay the debt of affection you owe me.'"
Thus, Delice transformed from an annoying Goldilocks into the revered Empress. This tale spread through the capital and beyond, becoming a celebrated story among the people.
Although Delice held the title of Empress, she always felt that being a royal was merely a side job; her true calling remained her neglected ice cream business.
Half a year later, during her birthday celebration in the palace, Delice casually mentioned her desire to sell ice cream in front of everyone. To her surprise, the palace maids and ministers immediately knelt before her.
"Long live the Empress! We beg for your mercy!"
Tang Hezhao, who was watching the commotion from the side, grew anxious. He didn't want his intimate moments with the Empress to be interrupted by her business ventures.
In a moment of desperation, he reached out and pulled the Empress into his embrace, silencing her with a kiss.
Delice: "Mmm..."
The Grand Master knelt in the back row but did not share the grim expressions of the ministers in front. He remained calm, having already calculated the situation. Even if the Empress wished to return to her old profession, she likely wouldn't have time for it now.
Hmm... with black hair and dark eyes alongside golden hair and blue eyes, what would that result in?
He glanced at the Empress's belly and smiled mysteriously.
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