Chapter 1347 Madam Wants to Be a Widow Every Day (32)

Fu Yue looked at Yan Jun with complicated eyes. Her lips opened as if she wanted to say something, but she held back. Finally, she lowered her thick eyelashes and chose not to say a word.

No explanation.

Yan Jun walked over slowly, and stopped when he was three feet away from Fu Yue.

He asked in a very soft voice.

"Don't you want to explain it? Yun Ke."

The man's voice was still gentle, but Fu Yue could hear the trembling hidden beneath the calmness.

He is afraid.

Also, begging.

"As long as you explain it, I will believe it no matter what it is, Yunke, tell me, this is just a misunderstanding."

"As long as you explain."

Yan Jun repeated it, and the meaning of his words was already very pleading.

Bai Zhu next to him wanted to crawl into the ground.

She's just a little maid woo woo.

Will His Majesty kill her(;′?????`)

Bai Zhu raised her head tremblingly and glanced at Yan Jun. Then, she saw that the aloof emperor of Beiliang had red eyes for the first time in front of others.

Your Majesty, are you crying?

"..."

Yan Jun held Fu Yue's shoulders, his fingers gradually tightened, and the joints turned white. Stubbornness and a bit of grievance flashed through his beautiful eyes like stars.

"You all get down."

His voice sounded again.

The maids and eunuchs fled the palace one by one as if they had received amnesty. Before Bai Zhu left, he glanced at Fu Yue and Yan Jun worriedly.

She had a premonition.

The conflict between Your Majesty and Your Majesty this time is probably going to be huge...

Forget it, this is not something she, a little palace maid, can control.

There were only two people left in the hall.

This newlywed couple is facing each other, facing each other.

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

Fu Yue knew that this was a good time.

Yan Jun misunderstood her.

Perhaps, she could use this to propose... reconciliation.

Thinking of this, Fu Yue took the initiative and said: "Your Majesty, don't you want to hear my explanation?"

She walked to the table and took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for Yan Jun. Then she looked back at the young emperor not far away and smiled.

"Your Majesty, come here."

"I'll explain it to you one by one."

Yan Jun had an inexplicable urge to run away, but he still resisted. His Adam's apple rolled, and he walked slowly over, then opened his ink-colored dragon robe and sat down on the chair.

His black eyes stared straight at Fu Yue, waiting for her answer.

Fu Yue looked back calmly.

Word by word: "In my heart, you are the emperor of Beiliang and also my husband."

"But that's just it."

Yan Jun's pupils shrank, and his voice became hoarse: "...What do you mean?"

Fu Yue looked away.

"Yanjun, I have never regarded you as my lover."

"In other words, I don't love you at all."

Almost cold.

The tea cup in Yan Jun's hand was almost crushed by him, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to his usual appearance.

He stared into Fu Yue's eyes and slowly said these two words: "It doesn't matter."

"I have a lifetime to wait for you to fall in love with me. I can afford to wait."

Fu Yue suddenly laughed.

"But what if I don't want to wait?"

Yan Jun's lips pursed tightly in an instant.

"It was not my intention to marry you in the first place. After the defeat of Nanchu, I had no choice but to marry Beiliang. We made a mistake from the beginning."

"Now that you have ascended to the throne, the poison in your body has been cured."

"Yanjun, you don't need me anymore."