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In his father's secret letter, there was a comment about this graveyard, which was: Unfathomable.

He had not measured its depth, nor was he able to get the Supreme Map that everyone coveted. However, because of this, he met his lover, which was enough.

Yan Han turned his head and smiled at his wife before walking away without looking back.

The tomb behind him was still an eternal temptation. However, after this matter, it had probably calmed down for a few more years.

Deep within the sea of fishing, she quietly waited for the person she had finally been waiting for.

Not long after they left, they saw Yan Han's two guards. It turned out that before they entered, Yan Han had already instructed the two of them to guard the concealed areas outside in order to leave at any time.

Three days later, his wife met the Yan Kingdom.

What kind of country was the Yan Kingdom?

The answer to this question was simple: It was a place where the wind was scary and the air was always dry.

Compared to the gentle breeze and drizzling rain of the Heavenly Dynasty, the Yan Kingdom was desolate, vast, endless, and relaxed.

Yan Han's palace was located in the very center of the Yan Kingdom's map. It was also the capital of the Yan Kingdom — Gemu.

Past the black and red walls of the palace, one could see layers upon layers of eaves. On the eaves in the middle, there was a drop of dew from last night, solidifying, solidifying, expanding, and finally … It finally landed.

A pair of embroidered shoes stepped on the dripping water. It was the palace maid in emerald green dress, carrying a pot of water. She tiptoed into the room. In the outer hall, there was a palace maid standing by the curtain.

The palace maid then walked to the standing palace maid and asked, "Has Miss Yi woken up?"

The standing palace maid smiled and said, "Not yet."

The palace maid then said with a smile, "What do we do? The king is still waiting for Miss Yi to eat."

"Well, breakfast is always in the afternoon." The palace maid who was standing at attention said, "The king has instructed us not to disturb the lady. You can wait outside."

They both lowered their voices and tiptoed to the other side of the curtain.

The person inside the curtain turned over, pursed his lips, and continued to sleep happily.

Due to a beautiful dream, his sleepless face revealed a silly smile.

Her recent life was as wonderful as a god to her.

Every day she slept until she woke up naturally, and when she woke up, since there was someone to help her wash her face and dress her, she just stood there in a daze, letting them play with her.

When they were finally done, the lover looked at himself in the mirror with a dreamy, symbolic glance: a small blue coat, a gold belt, a blue pleated skirt with gilded edges, hair tied in a bun on the top of her head, and then two wisps hanging down to her shoulders, looking at first glance like spirits emerging from the green waters of the mountains.

However, her lover only glanced at it lightly, feeling that the image inside was strange and familiar.

It had nothing to do with him.

Then one of the ladies came and helped her into a crimson hall with a large and frightening table in the center. The table was filled with delicacies that made her salivate.

On the other side of the table, Yan Han, who was dressed in a black and gold embroidered robe, put down the imperial report in his hand and asked with a smile, "You're awake?"

The woman nodded and sat down beside him.

Waves of fragrance had already made her eat.

The palace maid beside her had long passed over the prepared dishes and chopsticks and placed the food that she had seen the most into her bowl. Her ability to read words and observe expressions was something that was appreciated by everyone.

Usually, if she thought of a dish, she could eat it right away, without saying a word.

As for the food, it was often the same as its outer appearance. It was so delicious that it was unknown what word to use to describe it.

Her lover seemed to be floating in the air. This was simply her ideal life, even surpassing it.

Therefore, she did not notice: this table of dishes, who knows how many times, did not know how long it had been placed on the table.

He didn't notice that Yan Han usually moved his chopsticks later than her. He was just quietly eating and watching her silently.

When her lover was finally full, she put down her chopsticks and smiled at Yan Han. She said rather sincerely, "It's too delicious."

"Like it?" Yan Han looked at her with a smile, and he was even happier than if he had eaten. "You like to eat chickens, so I sent people to find pheasants in the depths of the mountains of Chengchuan. The pheasants in Chengchuan are younger than ordinary chickens because they drink Chuan ice Water all year round."

"It's indeed a bit more tender." Her lover nodded and said no more.

Her attention also quickly shifted away, "This bamboo shoot is also delicious."

He looked heartless.

Yan Han smiled and said no more.

She lowered her head and bit the spoon as if she was about to drink the soup.

However, her eyes sneaked a glance up. "The Yan Han that came back seemed to have changed a lot. When they interacted in the martial arts world, Yan Han might have been domineering, but he didn't have that kind of domineering aura.

Grave, focused, his face when he read the memorial, there was a strange seriousness on his face.

The black dress that fit the body, the gold lining, and the fiery cold within the dress were like a cliff that pierced into the clouds, looking down upon the heavens and earth with incomparable nobility.

Not only did the black silk not cause the bronze face to darken, it even added a special radiance to it, making it impossible to look up to.

Her lover quickly withdrew his gaze, snoring as he unceremoniously drank the soup made from an unknown substance.

It was a delicious taste, and he probably spent some time thinking about it.

It was just that the lover did not want to ask, nor did he dare to ask.

When she finally finished her last mouthful of soup, she swallowed and asked, "Erh..." Did you find A Xue? "

The finger that Yan Han had placed on the table stiffened slightly, then he said faintly, "Not yet."

After a short pause, she gently put down the bowl, stood up, and said with a smile, "I'm full."

When I was full, I would go to the garden to bask in the sun. I would take a nap. Life was just like this, repeating itself day after day. I was confused and lazy.

"Alright." Yan Han chuckled.

However, when his wife turned around, Yan Han suddenly bowed.

The handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her.

Her lover subconsciously retreated a few steps, and her heart stopped.

Yan Han merely extended his finger and caressed the corner of her lips, wiping away the leftover soup on the corner of her lips.

"Dirty." He smiled and moved away.

Her heart rate returned to normal.

"Then I'll be going …" She put on a smile again and was about to turn around and run away when her body suddenly moved and someone grabbed her arm.

Yan Han exerted force in his hand, causing her to stagger and fall back to his side.

She fell backwards, Yan Han's arm wrapped around her waist. She was still shaken. She raised her head and looked at Yan Han from below.

Yan Han's gaze was calmer than before.

Ye Zichen rolled his eyes.

"My beloved." He tried his best to keep his voice down, trying to sound as light as possible, but he couldn't.

Yan Han was deeply defeated.

"My beloved." He repeated her name. Each voice seemed to contain different emotions, different tones, and was extremely helpless. It was extremely depressing, and extremely agitated.

"My beloved, it has already been half a month, why are you still unwilling to acknowledge my existence?" Yan Han couldn't help but ask.

Her lover blinked and answered innocently, "I was looking at you."

"You know what I'm talking about." Yan Han straightened her and then pulled her shoulders over his shoulder. He looked into her eyes and said, "Always, when you feel that I'm good, you intentionally ask about He Lan Xue. Do you think I don't understand? "

"Ugh …" Her lover blinked and looked away.

Seeing this, Yan Han's heart ached slightly.

He did not want to be shortsighted and bring his wife back, and he did not intend to force her.

He treated her well and willingly, and did not ask for anything in return.

He liked to watch his lover stupidly stare into the sun.

He liked to watch his wife roll around on the big bed, laughing like a little dog with meat and bones.

He enjoyed watching his lover nibble at the food with a look of enjoyment on his face.

However, he could also sense that his lover was deliberately avoiding her.

She would politely thank him, deliberately avoid his good intentions, and when she was about to be moved by him, would mention He Lan Xue.

Yan Han was not a fool.

He could wait, but he needed his lover to give him a fair chance.

"The sun is shining brightly outside." She turned her head to look outside the door and suddenly said.

Yan Han was stunned as he smiled bitterly. He then released the hand on her shoulder.

"I ordered a swing installed in the garden." He quickly collected his emotions and returned to being gentle and gentle.

"Ah, thank you." Her lover nodded hurriedly, smiled at him, then turned and walked away.

Yan Han only had time to catch a glimpse of that dazzling smile. With a single glance, she had already disappeared.

He could only smile bitterly.

She seemed to know nothing.

However, he seemed to know everything.

Even though they had just met, he was still unable to grasp her.

In addition, he was becoming increasingly uncertain of himself.

She had always been so content, and because it was so easy to be content, he didn't know what else he could give her.

Yan Han sat down again and looked at the mess on the table. He reached out his hand and grabbed the chopsticks that his wife had used just now. He held them in his hand and rubbed them.

"Is there any news about Helan Xue?" he asked in a low voice, not looking back.

"Not yet. It's as if Houlan had vanished into thin air. Even the spies in the Sky Dynasty couldn't find any trace of him." Someone behind him replied in a low voice.

"Where will he be?" Yan Han's middle finger extended and touched the tip of the chopsticks.

It was slightly moist. Just like touching her lips.

His expression darkened and he did not ask any further questions.

The person behind him took a step forward and knelt on the ground. He raised his head and said in a sincere tone, "Your Majesty, there are already many people who are complaining about Miss Yi not living in the palace for no reason. If Your Majesty intends to take her as his concubine and hide her in the palace, it shouldn't be a big matter.

"I want her to be willing." Yan Han replied flatly without turning his head back.