The Mistress of the Wang Estate 1

  There weren't too many expressions, everything was so natural, as if they had already been familiar with each other for a long time.

  "It's late, do you want to sleep?" The wild and crazy guy spoke softly, this kind of nature he liked very much.

  "No, help you get your clothes." It was already after 9 o'clock, usually at this time she had gotten up long ago.

  He turned his face sideways and pointed at his own cheek: "Give me a kiss."

  Lan Ya rolled her eyes, not wearing any clothes on her body. No matter how she pretended, she couldn't pretend to walk naked in front of him. She knew Zhuo Ye's personality, if he didn't get what he wanted, he wouldn't give up.

  Helpless in her heart, she closed her eyes and kissed his cheek.

  Ji Ye stretched out his hand and touched his cheek, his eyes full of smiles, bowed his head and kissed Lany's face: "So sweet."

  "Not helping me get dressed yet?" Lan Ya didn't get angry, but pretended to be displeased and glared at him.

  "Yes, Your Highness." The sudden appearance of a mischievous smile on his face shocked Lanya.

  What's wrong with this guy, he's been acting weird since morning!

  Ji Ye took out a blue dress for Lan Ya, and then he started putting on his outerwear. Lan Ya also urged him to go out as before, and she put on her clothes in front of him too.

  "You had a dream yesterday." Zhū Yě Kuáng Míng suddenly turned around and stared at Lán Yǎ, saying in a low voice.

  Lan Ya's hands paused for a moment as she tied her belt, then continued to tie it, uttering a soft "Hmm."

  "Are you very scared?"

  "Is it?"

  A mysterious child with a similar appearance as hers was calling out to her mother, she was most afraid of having children, how could this dream not make her afraid?

  "Is it about me? Are you afraid of me?"

  Hearing this, Lan Ya raised her head and asked tentatively: "What did I say?"

  She doesn't remember having a habit of talking in her sleep, but if she didn't say it, how did he know about him?

  "No."

  "How did you know it was about you?"

  "Intuition."

  "......Your intuition is wrong!"

  "No, my intuition has always been accurate. Speak, why would you be afraid of me?"

  “……”

  Lan Ya was speechless, only then did she realize that this man's straightforwardness made her feel terrified...

  He didn't say a word as he saw her, but instead stretched out his hand to pull Lan Ya into his arms, his cheek rubbing against her hair: "No matter what kind of dream it is, don't be afraid, because I will never hurt you."

  Listening to his words, Lan Ya couldn't help but want to laugh - would he never hurt her?

  What he did was all hurting her, from the initial humiliation, breaking her legs, destroying her happiness, imprisoning her...

  Among them, which one is not hurting her?

  So she never believed what he said!

  "I've said it's not like that, why would I be afraid of you!"

  "It's fine." Suddenly, Lang Ya was pulled by Ye Ming to the dresser, his large hands gently stroking her soft hair.

  She picked up a comb from her dresser and gently combed through her hair.

  "It's better if I come alone." This kind of interaction made her feel very unnatural.

  "This king will help you comb it, don't worry, absolutely better than your craftsmanship." He said with full confidence.

  Lan Ya also saw this and did not resist, the copper mirror reflected her, the wild and crazy warmth was collected, staring at the face in the copper mirror, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, with half devilish and half angelic cheeks, there was an indescribable beauty.

  Lan Ya originally thought that Zhu Ye's crazy skills were just bragging, but she didn't expect him to actually be good at combing hair, and indeed much better than herself.

  He was puzzled in his heart, a dignified king would actually braid his daughter's hair.

  Without pulling a single hair, he took her two braids and tied them into a bun at the back of her head, slightly styling the top, then carefully helped her choose accessories.

  This is the first time I've seen such a serious and wild, crazy, mysterious, blue, elegant... At the same time, I'm also a bit shocked and flattered, feeling more and more unreal.

  "Your Highness." A voice came from outside the door.

  "Come in." Zhū Yě Kuáng Míng was still helping Lán Yǎ choose accessories.

  The maid came in and saw this, suddenly revealing a look of surprise. She hadn't seen it wrong, had she? The king was actually helping the queen comb her hair, which was the first time she had ever seen such a thing in her life.

  "This is good." Zhū Yě Kuáng Míng held a purple tassel and praised.

  She raised her hand and put the flowing silk on Lan Ya's head.

  Lan Ya stood in front of the mirror, and had to admit that his eyes were quite good-looking. The purple color matched with the rolled-up French braid hair style, as if it was dyed with stardust, very dazzling.

  "How?" asked Genjō Kariya, lowering his head in inquiry.

  "Alright."

  "I also think so."

  He spent a whole day learning how to braid her hair, and now he's doing it for her with his own hands. He feels an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart, which is a feeling that has never appeared before.

  The maid stood beside her, staring blankly at the perfect couple. It seemed that the king really liked the queen, otherwise he wouldn't have sent the princess back to Guanyang.

  This man is too confident!

  Not wanting to argue with him, she turned to look at the maid standing beside her: "What's going on?"

  The maid hastily withdrew her gaze and stood up straight: "Dinner is ready."

  "Let's go." Chu Ye grabbed Lan Ya's hand: "I have something to tell you."

  Lan Ya stood up and looked at Zhu Ye's crazy Ming again, then glanced at the little maid, feeling mysterious!

  Walking into the main hall, the entire courtyard was packed with people, from the Wang Fu's high to low-ranking officials, lined up in rows.

  The four leaders of the Dragon Knights stood at the forefront: An Xi, An Ye, An Ying, and An Mo.

  Lan Ya was slightly puzzled, so many people gathered together, it's probably not just for dinner.

  The Dragon Guards are the left and right arms of Zhu Ye, with a total of 218 people, led by four dark character guards. The Dragon Guards have more than 200 people, each with the skills to take on hundreds alone.

  The steward of the palace was over fifty years old and had a very high prestige in the palace. At this time, he also stood respectfully on one side.

  Behind them stood row upon row of guards, maidservants and family retainers, a truly magnificent sight.

  His hand suddenly tightened on hers, and Lan Ya looked up to meet his gaze. Her eyes were full of puzzlement, while he had a meaningful smile.

  "What are you doing?" Lan Ya wanted to shake off his hand, but somehow felt more and more uneasy?

  "The king once said you would be the only mistress of the palace."

  "Female owner?" Lan Ya repeated, her eyes widening in shock: "You can't be..."

  He can't be serious, the mistress of the Wang estate? This status is even more burdensome than being a concubine...

  "The king says what he means."

  Jin Yu's firm and resolute tone made Lan Ya's face turn pale as death.

  She said she would wait for him to be disgusted with her, abandon her, and then she would have the hope of leaving.

  However, as the empress of a tyrannical king, it's different. In this era, all previous empresses who lost favor and had no children would be sent to the imperial mausoleum, never allowed to leave freely for the rest of their lives.