My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!

At this moment, we must mention the father.

No matter how many people curse him, he just keeps doing what he needs to do, completely unaffected.

Now, the voices that curse him in the court have almost disappeared.

Whether being an official or being the Emperor, the state of mind is very important.

Li Nuo gently wiped away her tears and said, "You can't be like this. The Emperor and the Princess are not the same. An Emperor must have the demeanor of an Emperor, even those renowned monarchs of the past bore many curses. We cannot control others' mouths, we can only be true to our hearts and to the people..."

Regarding her elder brother, Zhao Zhiyi always had complicated feelings.

No matter how you put it, she indeed betrayed him; that's an undeniable fact.

The elder brother she relied on since childhood turned out to be the one who plotted against her, misunderstanding her so deeply. The grievance in her heart had no vent, and leaning on his chest, she cried for a while, her emotions having calmed a lot.

She lightly responded, "I know..."

Both of them didn't speak again. Zhao Zhiyi's face was pressed against Li Nuo's chest, clearly hearing his heartbeats. The atmosphere in the courtyard subtly changed.

Suddenly, her expression slightly changed, she hurriedly said, "I, I have to go..."

After she finished speaking, there was a ripple in the space in front of Li Nuo, and Zhao Zhiyi's figure completely disappeared.

He watched this scene with some envy, thinking that when he reached the Fifth Realm of Legalism, he could perform such feats too.

Li Nuo turned his head and saw Yiren walking in from outside.

Ever since she stepped into the Grandmaster level, she moved without the slightest sound.

Song Yiren walked into the courtyard and, seeing Li Nuo standing there, her face turned red and she instinctively wanted to turn and run away, but the courtyard gate closed suddenly on its own.

Li Nuo cornered her in the courtyard. Walking up to her, he asked, "What do you mean by this?"

They were almost back; it was time to lay everything on the table.

Song Yiren's eyes darted left and right as she asked, "What do you mean?"

Li Nuo asked, "Why did you secretly kiss me?"

Song Yiren retorted, "Then why did you secretly kiss me?"

Li Nuo said, "Because I like you."

Song Yiren was momentarily stunned, her face gradually turning red. She didn't know how to respond, so she simply puffed out her chest and said, "You are my husband, what's wrong with me kissing my own husband?"

Li Nuo held her hand and asked, "So, you agree?"

Song Yiren snorted and said, "Agree or not, nineteen years ago you were already my husband. It's just that you didn't keep your promise and married one after another..."

No matter what Yiren said now, Li Nuo wouldn't argue.

He embraced her, and Song Yiren wrapped her arms around his waist. Their eyes met, and she couldn't help closing her eyes, lightly standing on tiptoe...

After a long kiss, she rested her head on Li Nuo's chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat. Soon, she noticed some damp spots on his chest, and a familiar feminine fragrance...

She looked up at Li Nuo and frowned, saying, "It's the scent of the Sixth Princess. What did you just do?"

This, Li Nuo could of course explain, as he and the Sixth Princess were innocent. Even if there were any overstepping actions, they were out of urgency, with no other choice.

Even tracing back to that kiss, he kissed with a clear conscience.

Considering he already had Song Jiaren and Li Anning before, Yiren had higher tolerance and didn't argue with him, believing that nothing happened between him and the Sixth Princess.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "I want a proper wedding."

Li Nuo said, "Of course."

This was what he owed Yiren.

Song Yiren added, "I want a wedding grander than the one you had with Song Jiaren and Li Anning."

When he married Anning, she was given the status of Princess, with the court making all arrangements at the highest standards, which would be hard to surpass.

Li Nuo nodded and said, "I will think of something."

"I also want twins!"

"I will try my best..."

Pregnancy involved luck; even though Li Nuo himself was a High Realm Medical School practitioner, he couldn't guarantee this.

How about he asks the State Preceptor of Zhao to calculate?

Song Yiren hooked her arms around Li Nuo's neck and looked up at him, smiling with bright eyes.

All her grievances of the past two years seemed insignificant at this moment...

Zhao Country Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

Zhao Zhiyi sat alone on the large Dragon Chair, supporting her cheek with one hand, her eyes somewhat lost.

The day he would leave was getting closer and closer.

Over the past few months, she had gotten used to having him by her side. Without him, could she really be a good Emperor?

A female official walked in from outside, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Minister Feng from the Ministry of Rites has something to report."

Zhao Zhiyi straightened up and said, "Summon."

Moments later, an elderly man with white hair entered the hall and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Minister Feng of the Ministry of Rites was a minister who had served three reigns. Zhao Zhiyi extended her hand and said, "Please be seated."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The old man bowed again and sat on the chair brought by the female official.

Zhao Zhiyi asked, "What does Minister Feng wish to report?"

Minister of Rites said, "A few years ago, the Ministry of Rites selected a marriage for Your Majesty, but it has been repeatedly declined. Now that Your Majesty has ascended the throne, it is time to consider the succession and the continuation of the royal lineage..."

Zhao Zhiyi was slightly taken aback, then said, "I have just ascended the throne, there are still many matters to attend to. This can be discussed later..."

Minister of Rites said, "Establishing the Imperial Consort early can stabilize the country and court. Please, Your Majesty, consider this carefully."

Zhao Zhiyi said, "Alright, I understand. I will think it over carefully. If there is no other matter, Minister Feng, you may withdraw..."

The Minister of Rites stood up and said, "I take my leave. This matter concerns the succession of the state, please give it serious thought, Your Majesty..."

After Minister Feng left, Zhao Zhiyi once again supported her chin with her hand and sighed softly.

As a Princess, the Ministry of Rites urged her to marry countless times.

She had used the fact that Princess Anning of Daxia was also unmarried as a reason to postpone it repeatedly.

But now, what reason could she use?

Feeling frustrated, her eyes wandered. When her gaze fell upon a book on the desk in the Imperial Study Room, she suddenly stopped.

In the corner of the desk, several books were neatly stacked.

Though the books were arranged tidily, something seemed to be wedged in one of the books, making it stand out.

She took down the book and found an envelope inside it.

On the envelope, four words were written.

For Zhiyi's Personal Attention.

It was the handwriting she knew well, belonging to Master Gongsun.

Because of the previous letter from Master Gongsun, she had taken this position she had never imagined.

Did Master Gongsun foresee her ascension to the throne too?

If not, how could this letter appear in the Imperial Study Room?

She eagerly opened the letter, and after reading its contents, her lips parted in astonishment, and her pretty face quickly turned red...