If anything happened to us, he could add an ending and publish it under the name of the Thirteenth Young Master of the Three Kingdoms… An Jin, the Emperor, and the Empress all had strange expressions, looking somewhat stiff. Suddenly, An Jin coughed and said: “A Yao, this is not poisoned wine.” I stood there in a daze. Had I been dramatic for nothing… The Emperor finally came to his senses, stroking his beard, finally frowning as the kind smile disappeared from his face. “You two are truly devoted to each other. No wonder An Jin refuses to remarry. However, to gain something, one must lose something. I’m sure you understand my meaning.” ”This subject understands,” An Jin immediately raised the wine cup and drank it in one gulp. I couldn’t stop him and could only watch nervously. The Emperor rubbed his forehead and narrowed his eyes. “I will not mention the marriage again.” Went to the old lady’s place.” Que’er pointed in the direction of her mother-in-law’s study. “The master said the madam must be hungry, so eat something first, no need to wait for him.” ”Mm.” While we were talking, Yuanxiao had already held a stick in his mouth and flew back, his snow-white body like an arrow released from a bowstring.
I took the stick from his mouth and forcefully threw it, watching as it arced over the roof and landed directly in the courtyard on the other side.
Que’er pointed in that direction. “Isn’t that the old lady’s study…”
Yuanxiao rushed over, too fast to stop. The mother-in-law hated others entering her space, especially Yuanxiao. I hurried after him, wanting to grab him back before he could dive into the courtyard.
The courtyard was eerily quiet, with no one around. By the time I caught up, Yuanxiao had found the stick and was running back to me. I tried to pull him away but heard the study door creak open.
I thought it was An Jin coming out, but instead, I faced the mother-in-law’s pale, cold face.
Her face seemed more rigid than usual, and upon observation, her lips were trembling, as if trying to conceal an emotion too intense to suppress.
“Mother-in-law,” my heart inexplicably tightened. “My husband—”
