The cold wind blew the door curtains and swayed, making the atmosphere in the house a little gloomy.

On the left is a purple screen with white plum blossoms painted on it, which looks elegant and holy.

Inside the house, it is not as cold as outside, with a little warmth, accompanied by the sound of people's breathing, flowing slowly.

Sitting on the bench on the right was a very handsome man.

He closed his cold eyes and fell asleep, and any woman would be envious of those long curled eyelashes.

Beside, a woman was sitting with a somewhat uneasy expression, looking at him who was sleeping with her eyes closed, but hesitated to speak.

This is He Lanyi's boudoir. At this moment, she and Long Haoran are the only ones in the whole house.

Yao'er struck a stick, injuring the dragon's body and causing great trouble.

Now, she was just waiting for Long Haoran to speak, and as long as she didn't make a fuss about it, she would do anything.

Moreover, once this matter is revealed, do you want everyone to know that she was... molested by the emperor?

"Your Majesty..." In the end, she couldn't wait any longer. Her patience had been exhausted by Long Haoran. Now she just wanted to know, what would he do with Yao'er?

When Long Haoran heard her cry, his good-looking brows furrowed slightly, then unfolded, slowly opened his eyes, turned to look at her, raised his lips slightly, and said: "It's okay if you don't want to cause trouble.

There is no other way, it’s up to you..."

Suddenly, he stood up, approached her, and said in her ear: "It depends on whether you are willing to help me heal my wounds."

He Lanyi's whole body tensed up nervously, she swallowed her saliva, and said in a low voice: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't heal my wounds. There are many doctors in the palace, and the emperor's injuries are not afraid of being poorly treated..."

Besides, isn't there just some redness and swelling?

She is not a doctor, so how can she know how to heal wounds? This emperor is simply making things difficult. What if she accidentally kills him?

Long Haoran sat back on the bench, a hidden smile flashed across his handsome face, and his slender hands fiddled with his somewhat messy clothes.

He Lanyi looked at his movements, with two red flowers floating on her cheeks. His movements... why looked so ambiguous.

Just now in a hurry, she ripped off his clothes...

"If I return to the palace and let the imperial doctor see this injury, and if my mother knows how this injury came about, do you think I can still keep your He Mansion?"

As Long Haoran said, He Lanyi's face slowly turned pale.

Everyone knows that the Queen Mother loves the Emperor very much.

If the Queen Mother knew about it, the consequences would be disastrous.

He Lanyi intertwined his fingers, feeling tangled in his heart. With struggle in his eyes, he lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Then, what should we do?"

She really doesn’t know how to heal!

Long Haoran approached He Lanyi, stretched out his hand, and lifted her chin.

"Ah..." He Lanyi was startled and subconsciously wanted to get rid of him.

"Don't move!" Long Haoran glanced at her coldly, with a strong warning in his eyes.

Seeing this, He Lanyi stiffened her body and did not dare to move. Her eyes were forced to look directly at him.

Seeing He Lanyi like this, Long Haoran smiled with satisfaction and gently stroked her smooth skin with his fingers, "Are you afraid of me?"

This woman is really contradictory. She is obviously afraid of him, but she still dares to hit him.

There always seems to be an explosive power in her that is suppressed by her subconscious.

He Lanyi nodded slightly, then shook her head.
Chapter completed!