servant heard that tea made from morning dew can relieve fatigue and benefit health. Thus, I left early to gather the dew in hopes of easing His Majesty's worries."This statement had a double meaning:...Chapter 2 Empress's Unusual Fragrance Part 2

The Emperor Qi Lin suddenly raised her head and looked behind her, but before she could see clearly, someone forcefully pressed her to kneel, holding her head down tightly with a large hand. Of course, Qi Lin knew it was that stinky brat Mai Dong. Not all romance novel websites are the first to publish such stories; searching for "151 看書網" will show you.

"Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"

A loud voice rang in her ears, making Qi Lin feel it was deafening. She really couldn't tell what the Emperor looked like—was he the handsome figure described in novels or an old man with a wizened appearance from TV shows Regardless of his appearance, she knew that if she lifted her head now, she would be in trouble. So she knelt down obediently, but then Qi Lin suddenly remembered Yu Mu; he wouldn't find it easy to kneel, so what about him

Qi Lin quietly raised her head and saw that Yu Mu was sitting straight on his wheelchair without lowering his head even slightly. Wasn't this considered a capital offense She just wanted to warn him when she received a sharp blow to the top of her head from a fan—held by none other than Yu Mu himself.

It seems he doesn't need others to worry about him; she just needs to mind her own business.

Zhi Lin pouted and lowered her head. Only when her feet felt numb did she hear a faint "rise."

Finally, she could stand up, but as soon as she moved her feet, she was forcefully suppressed again, and immediately a loud voice echoed in her ears.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The strength from the hand on her waist finally disappeared. This time, can she get up Zhi Lin struggled to stand up, glared fiercely at Mai Dong, then turned around to face the altar, but when she saw who was on the altar, her heart pounded violently.

Bu Yao also tightly pressed her hand against her chest, watching the people on stage and breathing cautiously as if she were a trembling kitten.

Everyone was breathing carefully, daring not to make any mistakes.

Feng Changqing glanced at everyone below the stage. It seemed that there were many beautiful women this year, much more so than three years ago. In the end, Feng Changqing's gaze landed on Yu Mu. When he came over from the crowd just now, he smelled a faint and sweet scent that he couldn't quite identify. He remembered this smell; it was the same as the scent of the assassin's clothes that Qin Xiao brought back that night. Now, this scent was coming from Yu Mu.

Originally, they thought that the Emperor's attire would always be a constant bright yellow color, but unexpectedly, there was also a vibrant red. Qi Lin and Bu Yao stared intently at Feng Changqing; his magnificent wide-sleeved crimson dragon robe had black as its base with golden dragon patterns along the collar and cuffs. A black waistband adorned with golden dragon patterns perfectly highlighted his figure. His dark eyes gleamed with regal arrogance, embodying the demeanor of a king who rules over all under heaven.

This was the Emperor, a man more beautiful than any woman, an extraordinary male demon.

Dangerous, this is a dangerous man.

Beneath the wide cuffs are slender hands sweating slightly. Lowering her eyelids and tightly pursing her lips, Qí Lín feels somewhat afraid and takes steps back. She doesn’t know what dynasty she has entered or what events she will be involved in; all she knows is that she’s scared now.

She wants to run away in her heart, but her legs feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead, unable to lift them up.

Suddenly, a warm hand wraps around her cold one. Her tense and fearful heart receives some comfort. Qí Lín turns her head slightly, expecting it to be Mài Dōng, only to see smiling eyes instead. Who else could it be if not Mù Qīngfēng Qí Lín is taken aback for a moment and quickly tries to pull away, but she’s held firmly back. As soon as she wants to struggle fiercely against him, she notices that Mù Qīngfēng glances at the stage and suddenly understands the current situation. Qí Lín can only give up, yet seeing the triumphant smile on Mù Qīngfēng's lips makes her furious.

So, lifting her foot, she stomps hard down. Hearing a muffled groan from someone beside her, Qí Lín remains expressionless and looks at the altar as if it has nothing to do with her. slightly and sniffed carefully. "Green Bamboo, did you smell it too"Green Bamboo blinked her eyes and put down the water pitcher in her hand. She sniffed the air several times but then shook her head...