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His wife had long since heard their conversation and walked out before Yan Han could speak.

However, the carriage was too high for Yan Han to move in. She stumbled and fell off the carriage in a moment of carelessness. Just as the crowd was about to cry out in alarm, Yan Han's body swayed slightly and he caught her steadily in his embrace.

He was ready to deal with the situation she had created.

His wife touched her nose in embarrassment and stood out from his embrace, looking in the direction of Liu Suifeng.

When we met yesterday, Chasing Wind was wearing a bamboo hat, so we couldn't see his face. Today, we saw that he was also a very attractive person: a long face with a straight nose and delicate features. His eyes weren't big, but his pupils seemed bigger than the others, revealing intelligence and slyness. As for his lips … I don't know if he was smiling or not." He always had a faint smile on his face.

He nodded to his lover, who smiled back at him in a friendly way.

As they greeted her, a hand reached out from the curtain. She had never seen such a white and flawless hand, as if carved with ice and snow.

Then, the curtain was gently lifted by her jade-like hand, and the person inside peeked slightly forward, just in time to see her through the opening.

The coldness of the Ice Country's Queen gave her a feeling that was no less than the shock that Madam Xi gave her. The two of them were both peerless beauties, to the point where their souls were shaken and they couldn't find any words to describe them.

Words like 'a fish in a river, a flower in the moon' were not enough.

Perhaps the words that really suited her were: "look good, no matter how you look at it, never get tired of it. No matter how you look at it, it's not enough."

The only difference was that Madam Xi was rational and intelligent, and possessed an aura of superiority.

The coldness was exquisite and cold, as if it was carved from jade, causing one to feel a sense of fear and infatuation.

She swallowed and hated herself for not having a pen and paper to write her down.

"You are my lover?" Her cold and elegant lips slightly parted as she sized her up.

Her lover nodded.

"She is my future queen, my love." Yan Han walked up to his lover and hugged her, replying frankly and proudly.

The crowd was in an uproar. Yan Han had come to attend the cool and elegant Groom Assembly, but who knew that he would introduce his future Empress to Leng Yan on her first encounter with Leng Yan.

If it was a concubine, then so be it. Which king didn't have eight or nine concubines?

However, the moment he opened his mouth, he knew that it was the Queen.

Not to mention —

Looking left and right, this lover of hers, how could she compare to Queen Leng?

However, Leng Yan was not angry. She only smiled and put down the curtain.

Her lover seemed to know what the crowd was thinking and timidly shifted in Yan Han's direction. Yan Han, on the other hand, lovingly hugged her, as if he wanted to use his tall body to block all gazes of goodwill and malice.

"My beloved!" A low voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Houlan Xue, who was dressed in snow-white clothes, stood out among the prostrating crowd, looking at her with a complicated expression on her face.

Her lover looked at him, and for some reason her heart skipped a beat, and then quickly lowered her head.

However, the man in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked in the direction of the voice.

Her jade-like hands trembled slightly, and then she slowly walked out. The excited citizens on both sides all fell to the ground, shouting 'Long live the Queen' one after another.

However, her cold expression was indifferent. She looked straight at He Lan Xue. After walking past countless heads and passing many years, she softly opened her mouth and said two words in a clear and calm voice, "He Lan Xue."

He Lan Xue also looked back at her. After so many years, that frail young girl on the throne had already become a queen with a great demeanor. She was unstoppable and mature to the point of being breathtaking.

But in the cold eyes, there was not the slightest change on He Lan Xue.

That year, when he left for Bingguo, she had just ascended the throne and was being escorted by a crowd to meet with the young emissaries.

A seventeen year old youth dressed in white silk clothes. His facial features were picturesque, and his speech was distinct and graceful. The young queen sat on the throne, looking down at this young prince from another country. Looking at his grandeur, his confidence and pride, his heart secretly moved.

In her letter to the Emperor of the Sky Dynasty, she wrote very openly and coolly: I hope that I can become in-laws with the Sky Dynasty, and be willing to let Houlan Xue become the royal father of the Ice Country.

Unexpectedly, in the face of such an illustrious honor, He Lan Xue's attitude turned into a hearty laughter before directly refusing the Queen's proposal.

After that, Leng Yan didn't say anything, but many of Ice Country's secret sentries all received the highest order at the same time: Capture He Lan Xue.

That marriage had made Leng Yan the laughingstock of the entire world. How could she let it go as if nothing had happened?

Now, an entire eight years had passed.

That proud and conceited young prince, after suffering the pain of losing his father, suffering the suspicion of his brothers, being betrayed by his lover, being wanted for exile, stood in the crowd like this, stern, peerless, and still the brightest sight in the world, making the street shine brilliantly, making it dim for a moment, bright as if the light of the whole world was shining for him.

Leng Yan pursed her lips, her eyes staring fixedly at her only failure in this life. She enunciated each word as she bit his name, "He, Lan, Xue."

He Lan Xue smiled, bowed, and greeted her with a casual bow. She then raised her head and calmly looked at her, "Your Majesty the Queen."

She coldly looked at him for a while, then turned around and returned to the imperial carriage.

He straightened up as if nothing had happened, and once again turned his attention back to his lover.

Her lover was leaning against Yan Han, looking at him happily.

Her eyes were as clear as ever, devoid of any impurities. However, something in the depths of her eyes had disappeared. She suddenly realized that she was already far away.

This kind of understanding made Helan Xue feel extremely depressed. It was as if she had unknowingly lost something extremely important.

He strode toward the man.

His servant was stunned while Yan Han subconsciously took a step forward to look at what was in front of his servant.

A commotion broke out among the onlookers. They sat behind their imperial chariots and watched everything that was happening with cold expressions. Liu Suifeng, on the other hand, showed enough interest as he rubbed his chin with his fingers with a face full of curiosity.

He Lan Xue stopped in front of Yan Han.

"I'm taking her." "I've disturbed your time at the Flame Palace," she said.

"What right do you have to take her away?" Yan Han coldly replied with a question, "Who are you to her and who are you to her?"

He Lan Xue frowned as she looked at him, and said as a matter of fact, "I am her husband! He had also promised to take care of her for the rest of his life. Is that enough? "

"Of course not." Yan Han said blandly, "He Lan Xue, you have given up on her many times already. "Now that my lover has chosen me and I have the confidence to not let her down, what's wrong with you appearing without any reason?"

The crowd then realized that these two men were fighting over the same woman.

As for the woman, she was standing behind Yan Han, indifferently looking at their blue clothed young girl. The young girl looked to be a bit young, but because her face was round, her large eyes and small mouth were exceptionally adorable, and her cheeks were very rosy.

But being cute was one thing, if one were to say that she had the charm to topple all living things, then the difference was like a thousand miles.

Everyone was puzzled. Those gazes, which were sharper than before, were all cast towards her in bewilderment, jealousy, or resentment.

However, her fear from before was gone. She calmly stood where she was, indifferently looking at A Xue and Yan Han who were blocking her. Her eyes were focused as she pondered. Her face was solemn and calm, no one knew what she was thinking about.

"I'm going to take her, anyway." Houlan was momentarily stunned. She suddenly crossed over the cold and went straight to the Lai person's hand. "My beloved!"

She staggered forward a little. He Lan Xue turned her head and looked at her with concern. But she didn't expect that with a glance, she would discover a place she shouldn't have discovered.

Kisses, kisses on the woman's neck.

The brownish-red kiss lightly imprinted itself on her fair neck. Like a plum blossoming in the snow, it instantly stung her eyes.

"Yan, Han." He Lan Xue suddenly turned around, stared at Yan Han, gritted her teeth and said, "You really are a pervert!"

He Lan You's story from last time was already unclear. He Lan Xue originally didn't have a good impression of Yan Han, but now seeing the imprint on her body, it immediately confirmed his impression of Yan Han — a great pervert!

Yan Han frowned, he did not intend to explain at all.

However, He Lan Xue had already moved like lightning, and just like last time, she attacked Yan Han.

Leng Yan sat behind the tent drapes.

She had been watching the situation unfold, and although she didn't quite understand what was going on, she could guess that they were fighting for a woman.

This discovery made Leng Yan feel very strange and slightly unhappy.

He Lan Xue became impulsive and thought coldly.

Before the fall of Mount Tai, she was still able to drink wine and recite poems in a calm and collected manner.

And now, with just a few words and a small red mark, he was able to make She Lan Xue completely lose her composure in front of everyone. This made Leng Yan sigh with emotion: Ah Xue, who had once made her drunk, had changed into — she liked him even more.

If the former A Xue was a high and mighty Son of God, he would finally have a normal appearance and an impulsive look, and he would look exceptionally adorable.

"A Xue!"

"Helan Xue!"

Just as the two were about to engage in a showdown, both Leng Yan and her husband spoke at the same time.

He Lan Xue and Yan Han immediately stopped moving, but no one knew why.

Cold and elegant, she naturally would not speak to her lover. She silently looked at her husband, waiting for his next words.

She staggered over to the front of He Lan Xue, raised her head, looked at him, and said lightly: "Yan Han didn't do anything to me. Moreover, no matter what happens to me, you don't have to worry about it anymore. You don't have to care about me anymore."

After saying this, their contract was dissolved.