He is Qi Xingyun, the Crown Prince, and also today's groom.

But what was strange was that at this moment, he wasn't wearing the wedding attire one would expect of a groom. Instead, he wore a long purple robe, with a ferocious dragon embroidered on his shoulder in gold thread.

His ink-colored hair was loose and scattered behind him, fastened only with a single jade hairpin.

At this moment, he had shed his usual profound and aloof demeanor. His entire being exuded an aura of dominance and nobility.

Seeing his body language, Yang Ruohua frowned secretly.

Although she was making a show of calmness on her face, in her heart she was imagining the worst-case scenario.

“Your Highness, what do you mean by this?” she asked, looking at him and the closed door behind him.

Qi Xingyun looked straight at her and said, "Qing'er, you are a brilliant and intelligent woman. You naturally understand what Xingyun means, so why pretend to be confused?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing's face turned cold.

“Your Highness, I am here today as the wife of General Zhongyong. I have accompanied my husband to congratulate Your Highness on your wedding. Is this how you treat the families of those who have served you well?” she asked with a sneer, her eyes filled with disdain.

Qi Xingyun ignored her disgust and walked towards her.

"Don't come any closer, or I won't be polite!" Yang Ruqing said, her footwork shifted, and she leaped directly to the stand holding the sword.

She was about to grab the sword, but discovered that it was incredibly heavy. She couldn't lift it at once. As she turned around, Qi Xingyun had already appeared before her.

He reached out to her, as if wanting to touch her face.

She twisted her waist to avoid his hand, and at the same time kicked him in the groin.

The speed was incredibly fast, almost to the point where there was no need to consider it. The attack came out instinctively.

Qi Xingyun was no pushover either. He bent his body, sliding back a few steps to successfully dodge Yang Ruqing's kick.

Yang Ruqing seized the opportunity to jump to the other side. While pulling herself away from the two, she had already grasped the soft golden whip in her hand.

“Qi Xingyun, if you want to speak, stand there and speak properly. I might be able to listen to a couple of sentences.”

“If you come up, I’ll fight back with everything I have. Even if I can't defeat you, I'll make sure we both go down!”

Yang Ruqing was tense throughout, her body like an arrow poised to be released at any moment, but her face held an unusual calmness and composure.

After a brief moment of embarrassment, Qi Xingyun slowly straightened his body.

He stood with his hands behind his back, sizing up Yang Ruoqing. Not a hint of anger was on his face, instead his eyes held a few more points of heat.

What just happened, if it were to happen to another woman, there would definitely be two different reactions.

One, taking the initiative to come over, eagerly climbing on him, or submissive, not daring to resist.

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Second, there's the panicked screaming, like a helpless little chick, vulnerable and waiting to be bullied and slaughtered.

However, the woman before him was reacting in a way that defied typical feminine responses.

Although she knew deep down she wasn't his match, she still bared her teeth like a wild animal, challenging him.

Have personality!

"Qing'er..." Qi Xingyun spoke again, but before he could finish her name, she rudely cut him off.

"You can still call me Mrs. Luo, we're not close. My given name isn't something you just throw around casually!" Yang Ruohong said with disgust.

Qi Xingyun raised his hand and touched his nose, smiling awkwardly.

Then, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked down at Yang Ruohua from a superior position.

"Lady Luo, don't be so nervous. Xingyun wouldn't hurt you." he said with sincerity.

Yang Ruqing remained silent, only staring at him with cold eyes. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to escape from the Ju Yi Xuan smoothly.

It's obvious that coming to this backyard today was just a scheme by Qi Xingyun.

He must have overheard the conversation between Tang Ya Zi and the Second Prince about Chen'er, so he used it as bait, pretending to be them and lured her here.

Yang Ruqing was also a little annoyed, feeling that she had been a bit careless. It had been a long time since she had done undercover work, and her awareness had dulled somewhat.

But then I thought, Qi Xingyun was cunning after all. His excuse was really perfect.

Across from her, Qi Xingyun's voice rang out again, pulling Yang Ruohong's thoughts back to reality.

“I came to see you today because I want to ask you something,” Qixingyun said.

“This sentence has been in Xingyun’s heart for many years, she always wanted to ask, but she never had the chance to speak up…”

"Since it's been so many years since you last asked, there's even less reason to ask now." Yang Ruqing interrupted Qi Xingyun again.

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“Today is the auspicious day for the prince’s wedding. The Crown Princess and two concubines are still on their way. It is said that Su Fei has one hundred and eighty dowry carts, ten miles of red makeup, and an unprecedentedly grand scene.”

"Your Highness, if I were you, I'd definitely be changing into the groom's wedding attire right now and heading to the front courtyard to greet the guests, waiting for the bride and groom to enter. Instead of being here in the back garden, chatting with my wife!" she said.

Qi Xingyun ignored her words.

He walked towards her slowly, two steps at a time, his gaze fixed on her eyes. He spoke, each word measured and deliberate: "Qinger, if I were to make you my empress, I would give you sole favor in the palace. All other concubines would be as good as nonexistent."

"Will you give me a chance, to let us be husband and wife in this lifetime?"

Upon hearing his words, Yang Ruqing was stunned, as if petrified.

In my heart, a thousand grass mud horses galloped wildly.

“Qing'er, why aren't you speaking?” Qi Xingyun asked again.

"If you change your mind and are willing to give Xingyun a chance, Zhao's family hasn't entered the household yet. Everything is still negotiable." He said again.

The voice, as always in public, remained composed, but with a hint of anxiety, even urgency.

In their eyes, there was a plea, a nervousness, and an anticipation...

Yang Ruoqing finally regained her composure from this tremendous shock.

She laughed bitterly, pointing at her own nose and asking him, "Did I hear that right? You want to make me empress?"

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"I am twenty-three years old this year. I have a husband, a son, and a daughter. My husband and I were childhood sweethearts, and we are deeply in love.”

“You want me to answer you? Qi Xingyun, are you hit your head or did you take the wrong medicine?”

"I'm perfectly clear-headed, I understand what I'm doing!" Qixingyun said in a deep voice.

"Qing'er, I know you and General Luo have a deep bond. It doesn't matter, I don't mind."

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Whether you have sons or daughters, I don't care. As long as you nod your head, I will naturally find a way to arrange a new identity for you and let you marry into the family openly and honestly!

“When the time comes, I will treat General Luo and your children generously. I will ensure that their descendants will always enjoy the emperor's grace and live in prosperity.”

“Bah!”

Yang Ruqing directly took out the set that belonged to Tan Shi and spat it towards Qi Xingyun.

“Shut up, my mother doesn't let me talk to idiots!” she said impatiently.

“In my whole life, I’ve only been married to my husband Tang Ya Zi. He brought me into this world, and he'll take me out of it.”

“No matter if he's a general or a salted egg vendor, I'm going to stick with him,”

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"I just like to have children with him and spend my life together. I don't care about being empress, you stop using those promises to insult me and our children. We don't want them!"

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