The Drama King Commits Suicide Every Day [Quick Wear]

4.14 - The Emperor's personal expedition

It was already the afternoon of the next day when Mo Qinghan and his guards arrived at the capital of Nanxia. After passing the military checkpoint, they finally entered the city, but the red silks everywhere on the streets of the capital were particularly eye-catching.

The red color showed the grand occasion of the wedding yesterday, and it also made Mo Qinghan's heart sink a little bit.

He walked silently, like a walking corpse. The guards did not dare to stop him, and could only follow him to the general's mansion.

There was a red lantern hanging at the door of the general's mansion. Red, red everywhere, he had never hated a color so much before.

"Hey, you see, our eldest daughter is so lucky. Second Master Yan has fallen in love with her."

"Why call her Second Master Yan? You should call her Aunt."

"Yes, yes, yes, look at my memory."

The guard at the entrance of the general's mansion chatted about family matters, but did not notice the people next to the stone lion.

"Speaking of which, the eldest daughter and Aunt have been childhood sweethearts and are in love with each other. This is also a couple that lovers finally get married. How beautiful."

Lovers... finally get married.

"Huh..."

Mo Qinghan smiled, but the look in his eyes was covered by the miserable gray. The new emperor of Beimo was said to be cold and tyrannical by others. He got everything he wanted, but lost the most important person.

"Your Majesty..." the guards spoke. They couldn't stay in Nanxia for too long, as it would be easy for Nanxia's people to discover their identities.

After a long time, Mo Qinghan moved. He took out a handkerchief from his arms. Because of careful protection, the handkerchief no longer had the breath of the original owner, but it was still well preserved. A word "Run" was embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief.

His fingers stroked the word "Run", and his expression could not be seen in his lowered eyes.

"You wait for me here." After saying that, Mo Qinghan took the handkerchief back into his arms, and left with a bloody and murderous aura in a black robe, and went to the prime minister's mansion not far away.

At this time, in the prime minister's mansion, the newlyweds were sticking together, and in the garden pavilion, the eldest lady was half-leaning, looking distracted and sleepy.

Yan Xiuwen smiled at him, looked at him, lowered his head and drew on the rice paper. After a while, a pretty and graceful person appeared in his pen.

"Are you done..." Qi Ze yawned, tears of rationality came out of his eyes.

He had been tossing around for too long last night, which was time-consuming and laborious, causing him to be very sleepy during the day. However, the feudal era had complicated rules and regulations, and he had to serve tea to his parents-in-law early in the morning. Getting married was really troublesome.

Yan Xiuwen was not much better. He was fooled into bed by Qi Ze at night and almost couldn't get up in the morning. Thanks to his many years of martial arts training and a good foundation, he barely let others see anything wrong.

Thinking back to last night, Yan Xiuwen was very lucky that he was the one who had to bear the pain instead of Qi. After all, the young lady in his eyes was weak and delicate. In the end, even he, who was thick-skinned, was fainted. He couldn't bear to let Qi bear such pain, so it was better for him to lie down.