Yan Gui gently tightened his grip on Chuzheng's hand.
In the blink of an eye, he understood what was happening.
The ring on his finger seemed so cold that it chilled him to the bone.
Chuzheng soothingly patted his hand, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Yan Gui couldn't help but laugh and cry at her words.
He wasn't scared.
He just hadn't expected.
This was originally meant for him...
The Emperor had only one brother, and even if Prince Rong was such a scoundrel, at most he'd lock him up.
Now the man was dead.
With the Emperor's temper flaring up, he wouldn't listen to Cheng Xiao's explanations.
He had Cheng Xiao dragged away directly.
The others, well aware it was unwise to stay long, quickly made their exits.
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Yan Gui helped Chuzheng into the carriage.
As the carriage gradually departed, the grand Imperial Palace faded into the darkness.
Yan Gui held Chuzheng, his cool lips landing on her forehead, then Chuzheng pulled him in for a direct kiss.