Feng Lie steadied himself and as soon as he saw Liu Liu approach him, he reached out and quickly grabbed her, disregarding his injuries.
Liu Liu, seeing his movement, angrily tried to pull away, but Feng Lie wouldn't let her. He had already grabbed her, and in an instant, they were entangled.
Suddenly, a cold shout came from the entrance of the sleeping quarters: "What are you doing?"
The voice was like that of a Asura from hell, carrying a chilling aura of killing intent. Liu Liu and Feng Lie simultaneously stopped and looked towards the entrance of the sleeping quarters. They saw Feng Xie's jet-black pupils had turned into two sharp swords, as if he wished to pierce them both.
His face was covered in a gloomy, chilling frost. His once handsome face was now indescribably terrifying. His footsteps were heavy and violent. Both people in the sleeping quarters took a step back, exclaiming, "Your Majesty (Imperial Brother)."
Liu Liu truly couldn't understand why Feng Xie would come to Huaqing Palace in the middle of the night.
He had never come before. Lowering her head, she lightly clenched her hands. She could sense the Emperor's anger, while Feng Lie, with an unconcerned look, stared coldly at his Imperial Brother.
Xiao Wanzi, the Emperor's personal eunuch, led Cui'er and Qiao'er to light the lamps in the sleeping quarters. In an instant, the room was as bright as day, illuminating the messy state of the floor. Feng Xie raised an eyebrow. What had happened here?
The more he thought about it, the uglier his expression became, and his breathing grew rapid. He didn't know why he was angry, but at that moment, he wanted to kill.
After all, Liu Liu was his Empress, and he found himself in the Empress's sleeping quarters with her entangled with another man. He simply couldn't speak calmly.
Once the palace lanterns were lit, Xiao Wanzi, Cui'er, and Qiao'er, though surprised by what had just happened, knew that the affairs of their masters were not for servants to know. They retreated.
In the vast palace, silence fell, leaving only the deep breaths of the three individuals. Feng Xie adjusted his raging fury, his cold, wicked gaze sweeping from Feng Lie to Liu Liu. After a long moment, he slowly spoke, his voice grating and sharp.
"Now, tell me what you were doing just now."
Liu Liu's face was cold, and she said nothing. What else could she say? This man clearly didn't believe her. If he didn't believe her, why bother saying anything? Wouldn't it be like trying to cover up something that was already obvious? Looking at his dark expression, she knew he would be angry no matter what they said.
Feng Lie, standing beside her, suddenly knelt down and looked resolutely at his Imperial Brother: "Imperial Brother, your brother begs you to fulfill our wish, to let Liu'er and I leave the palace together."
Hearing Feng Lie's words, Liu Liu's mouth fell open, unable to close. This man was crazy. Meeting Feng Xie's murderous gaze, she quickly shook her head. She knew nothing about this. Angrily, she glared at Feng Lie.
"You're insane. Who said I would leave the palace with you? Feng Lie, I'm truly speechless. Why can't I make you understand?"
Liu Liu suddenly felt extremely weary. These men were too self-important, always imposing their own ideas on her. Her heart felt blocked.
Feng Lie, when she had longed for him, had never truly considered her as a woman. Now that she was Empress, he wanted to take her away. This was a huge irony. This man clearly didn't understand that what is missed is lost forever.
Hearing Liu Liu's words, Feng Xie looked at Feng Lie and guessed the general situation. He finally felt a bit more at ease, not dwelling on why he felt uneasy or at ease. His expression darkened, and he glared coldly at Feng Lie, who was on the ground.
"Prince Yan, you have gone too far. Trespassing into the Empress's sleeping quarters in the middle of the night. If this matter were to spread, would you still want your head?"
Feng Lie, already heartbroken by Liu Liu's words, looked up at his Imperial Brother's words. His eyes flashed with a wolf-like wildness, gleaming green, and he gritted his teeth, panting.
"Imperial Brother, if you treated Liu'er well, your brother would have nothing to say. But you clearly don't like her, so why would you prefer to keep her confined in Huaqing Palace rather than letting her leave the imperial palace?"
Feng Xie's handsome face froze. His eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of allure in the corner of his eyes, his gaze as dazzling as sapphires. He looked at Liu Liu and spoke faintly, "She is already the Empress, and Father's final decree prohibited the dethronement of an Empress. Do you not know this?"
His tone suggested how unwilling he was. If possible, he would have gladly banished her.
Only Feng Xie knew that his heart was screaming, "It's not like this, it's not like this." It was he who didn't want her to leave. Although she was not beautiful, she had gradually infiltrated his heart bit by bit. He didn't want her to leave the palace.
However, his lofty demeanor as an emperor made the other two feel that he was extremely reluctant to keep Liu Liu in the deep palace. Liu Liu looked at the Emperor's dilemma.
Listening to Prince Yan's request, she suddenly felt a strong desire to leave the palace. As long as she left the palace, she didn't necessarily have to be with Feng Lie; she had her own life. If the Emperor was truly willing to let go and not trouble the Liu family, what reason would she have to stay in the palace?
Therefore, she did nothing, just looking at Feng Lie, waiting to see what he could do to persuade the Emperor. Since the Emperor didn't want her to stay in the palace, wasn't it perfect for him to drive her out this time?
Feng Lie was overjoyed. He knew his Imperial Brother did not want Liu Liu to be Empress, which made things much easier. His expression brightened, and his eyes shone like stars in the sky, dazzling and brilliant.
"Imperial Brother, as long as we announce to the public that the Empress has passed away from illness, who would know?"
Feng Xie's wild and demonic expression became somewhat grim. His previously happy mood suddenly plummeted. He turned and looked at Liu Liu, who was standing beside him.
Seeing her looking at him, a hint of joy on her small face, her eyes showing unconcealed excitement.
So she also wanted to leave the palace. Did she truly like Prince Yan? The thought made his face fill with icy light, losing its former gentleness. He spoke with a sinister tone.
"Prince Yan, you have too much audacity to utter such treasonous words! The Empress will forever be the Empress. I cannot depose her without any wrongdoing. Come, escort Prince Yan out."
In the sky, the cold moonbeams filtered through the curtains. Feng Xie's words were very cold, carrying a domineering command and suppressed anger.
If he could, he would have loved to send his own Imperial Brother to prison. He had gone too far, running into the Empress's sleeping quarters in the middle of the night and asking the Empress to elope with him. Was this proper?
Following Feng Xie's command, two guards, Rì yǐng and Yuè yǐng, entered and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness, please."
No matter how many ideas Feng Lie had, he knew it was impossible now. His heart ached, but he was helpless. He slowly got up and walked out. At the doorway, he stopped and looked back at Liu Liu.
She stood in the soft candlelight, elegant and slender, wearing a white inner garment, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, exuding an indescribable ethereal beauty. She was so gentle, so light. As she grew further and further away from him, his feet felt heavy as lead, and he stumbled a few steps away from the sleeping quarters.
Inside the sleeping quarters, it was silent, deathly silent. Feng Xie glared at the woman beside him with a gloomy expression. He saw the despair and heartache in his Imperial Brother's eyes, but he couldn't let go. Why? Had this woman cast a spell on his Imperial Brother? Was it because he had neglected her?
He walked forward step by step, his eyes burning with blazing anger, surging with turbulent waves. His wild, enchanting face was darkened by rage, yet it did not diminish his appearance. In every move, he still possessed the dignity of an emperor.