You Tingrong was so frightened that the tea in his hand spilled all over his hands and wetted his cuffs.

Even though the tea had dried for eight minutes, the back of You Tingrong's hand was still quickly stained red, and there was a burning sting.

Almost immediately, Shan Yunxin's hand covered her, his warm palm pressed against her, trying to brush away the hot water.

You Tingrong felt that her hands were hotter than boiling water. She immediately pulled away and stood up, holding the edge of the table with her backhand, trying her best to hide her emotions.

Shan Yunxin looked at her resisting gesture with dark eyes and retracted her hand in mid-air.

"What's the matter? We haven't seen each other for a few days and you don't know each other?" His voice was gentle. He was wearing a moon-white brocade round-neck t-shirt and looked elegant.

You Tingrong lowered his eyes, knelt down and saluted, "My dearest lady, please greet me, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty be blessed."

Shan Yunxin sat down next to her, poured another cup of tea and placed it on the empty seat next to him, "Sit down."

You Tingrong took a step back instead. Not only did she see that even though she was in the same room with him, the breath coming from Shan Yunxin made her feel that the air was becoming anxious.

The calm and rich Canaan agarwood mixed with Shan Yunxin's breath became extremely powerful, making You Tingrong feel frightened for no reason.

Shan Yunxin watched her retreat again and again, her eyes dark and her voice low and hoarse, "Are you so disappointed when you see me?"

You Tingrong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at him quickly, with a tense look on her face, "I don't dare, my lord."

"My daughter is of low status and I dare not offend His Majesty." She took a shallow breath and whispered softly: "Besides, I am an unmarried daughter, so I should not be in the same room with His Majesty because of emotion and reason."

"I don't blame you." Shan Yunxin smiled half-heartedly.

Shan Yunxin stretched out her hand and patted the stool beside her, her eyes focused, as if coaxing, "Come here."

The more he acted like this, the more flustered You Tingrong became.

But when the emperor spoke, You Tingrong could only lower his eyelashes, stepped forward according to his words, took a seat, and was about to sit down.

A force came from her arm and pulled her to her side. You Tingrong was caught off guard and bumped into a hot chest full of Canaan agarwood.

Shan Yunxin held You Tingrong's upper arm through two thin layers of silk, and the soft flesh squeezed between his fingers, making him afraid to exert any force.

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy collision on the chest. You Tingrong was obviously frightened. He looked up with a face like white jade. There was bright pink on his forehead and the tip of his nose. Maybe it hurt, like a crystal grape.

Water quickly formed in his eyes.

Shan Yunxin sniffed the fragrance on the top of her hair, relaxed her strength as if being bewitched, and raised her hand.

You Tingrong regained consciousness, quickly turned her head to avoid Shan Yunxin's hand that had touched her forehead, and used the opportunity of kneeling down to apologize to distance herself.

"My daughter deserves to die."

Shan Yunxin's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he supported her without any doubt, pressed her small and pitiful shoulders, and pressed her into a seat.

You Tingrong felt like a beast was grabbing the back of his neck and couldn't help but shrink back.

But Shan Yunxin stayed close behind her, even bent down, his chin almost resting on her bun, and his burning body temperature enveloped her tightly.

You Tingrong was in a state of confusion when she heard Shan Yunxin whisper into her ear, "This unsolved case in Jinyang is about a strange incident from the past."

You Tingrong realized that he was telling the story that the storyteller was joking about. Just as he was thinking about how to reply, Shan Yunxin continued speaking unhurriedly.

"A scholar from the Wang family in Jinyang suddenly died at home. After an investigation by the government, he was actually killed by a rich man from a neighboring village whom he had never met before." Shan Yunxin said in a long tone, "Guess why?"

You Tingrong only listened to the beginning in the past two days. How could he know the ending? He could only shake his head, "I don't know."

Shan Yunxin did not embarrass her and said slowly, "The rich man said that he had lived his whole life in a dream and knew that one day he would die tragically at the hands of Wang Sheng, so he killed him first."

There was a buzz in You Tingrong's head, and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but look at Shan Yunxin in panic.

She met his dark eyes, and his captivating gaze seemed to see right through her.

Quickly moving his eyes away, You Tingrong suppressed his trembling voice and said, "You are so strange and powerful. These strange things are just idle jokes and cannot be taken seriously."

Shan Yunxin stared straight at You Tingrong's lowered eyebrows. Because he was restless, his slightly relaxed lips exposed the bright red lip flesh. He knew what it felt like.

You Tingrong watched helplessly as Shan Yunxin stretched out her hand again. This time she did not dare to move, as if she was waiting for some kind of trial.

Shan Yunxin's hand fell on the center of her eyebrows, wiping away the bright red. The thinly callused fingertips brushed over it, leaving a pink mark.

Shan Yunxin couldn't help but "tsk", so squeamish!

The moment You Tingrong made contact with his skin, she closed her eyes tremblingly, trying to hide her emotions.

Unexpectedly, Shan Yunxin put the rouge on his fingertips under his nose and smelled it, even wanting to taste it.

Perhaps he was amused by You Tingrong, and he chuckled softly, "Are you scared?"

You Tingrong could only nod, "Your majesty is laughing at your timidity."

Shan Yunxin twirled the vermilion stain on her index finger and curled her slightly ruthless mouth, revealing a hint of romance.

His cold eyes narrowed slightly, "Since you are timid, don't think about people you shouldn't think about, such as Mr. Zhao, Mr. Xue and the like. Don't taint the young lady's eyes."

You Tingrong bit her lower lip unconsciously and argued in a low voice, "I dare not..."

Shan Yunxin was not satisfied with the answer and tightened his grip on her shoulders, "Huh?"

You Tingrong could only nod his head and said obediently: "My lord, I obey."

She heard a chuckle from the top of her head, and the hands on her shoulders finally let go. She breathed a sigh of relief, and the bun on her head felt the weight.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door opening that You Tingrong stroked his chest and released his clenched teeth.

"Miss!"

Aomachi came closer with an angry voice, "These people are really weird. I went to change the tea, but they accidentally locked me up!"

You Tingrong didn't say much, stopped drinking tea, and stood up, "Let's go back."

Aomachi was confused. He was about to ask, but he was attracted by the extra hairpin on the lady's head. "Hey! Miss, why is there an extra hairpin on your bun?"

You Tingrong reached out to touch it and gently pulled it out. It was heavy.

"It's so beautiful!" Aomachi exclaimed, "It's much prettier than the hairpin your Majesty gave to the second lady!"

You Tingrong recognized it at a glance. It was a golden osmanthus hairpin inlaid with pearls and burned with blue osmanthus. It was a gift from Shan Yunxin when she gave birth to a prince and moved into Changle Palace after being granted the title of concubine.

Looking at the clusters of sweet-scented osmanthus made of gold threads in the hand, the pearls in the center of the flower tremble slightly, and the water dew made of crystal reflects the gorgeous brilliance, which is almost fake and real, as if you can really smell the strong fragrance of golden osmanthus.

You Tingrong remembered the golden osmanthus in Changle Palace. In order to show his love for her, Shan Yunxin ordered people to transport the golden osmanthus tree all the way from Chengning and plant it at the back of the palace.

The flower house also carefully selected various plants such as four-season crabapples, green bamboos, and red plums to wish the beloved concubine Youshi evergreen throughout the seasons and undefeated favor.

Her Changle Palace has four seasons throughout the year, but it has never declined. It is a pity that people are not like things.
Chapter completed!