Chapter 43 – The Mad Emperor and His Fairy in the Painting

The Mad Emperor and His Fairy in the Painting (9)

The figure was tall and sturdy, his skin somewhat darker than the people of the Great Yuan Kingdom. He wore a dark red robe and a necklace of wolf fangs around his neck. What drew the most attention were his eyes.

His irises were deep green. Looking at him felt like staring into the eyes of a snake. They were cold and eerie.

“Greetings to His Majesty the Great Yuan Emperor. This humble one is Kabir, a concubine’s son of the Northern Frontier.”

Kabir slowly knelt and performed a standard Great Yuan bow.

Xie Chenyuan pulled Xu Xinghe, who had been craning her neck to see Kabir, back into his arms. He pressed her head against his chest, refusing to let her look.

How could Xing’er look at another man?

Xie Chenyuan frowned. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable hostility towards this Kabir, as if he would steal away his beloved treasure.

So Xie Chenyuan deliberately left him kneeling there for a while, busying himself playing with Xing’er and making her face flush.

Although Kabir kept his head lowered, his ears were naturally sharper than ordinary people’s. He could hear a delicate female voice coming from above.

He originally thought that the Great Yuan emperor was a fierce warrior and would not be a man easily clouded by beauty. But it seemed he brought a woman to court. No different from others after all.

Deciding it was enough, Xie Chenyuan finally spoke in a low voice, “Rise. The hostage prince has traveled far. Go rest early.”

Xie Chenyuan leaned back slightly, letting Xing’er play around in his arms, and gently patted her head.

Kabir acknowledged with a “Yes.” As he rose, he secretly glanced upward. All he could see was a flash of a white dress. Was she so treasured?

Seeing nothing more, Kabir could only withdraw for now. He had come to Great Yuan as a hostage prince voluntarily.

But not for the Northern Frontier, rather to reclaim his treasure…

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Song Qinghuan got up early in the morning to dress up. Although she still hated that tyrant who killed people indiscriminately, if he would obediently listen to her, she might consider being with him properly.

“Father, this daughter is ready.”

Prime Minister Song frowned in the carriage. She had gaudily dressed herself up like a colorful, garish butterfly. Prime Minister Song felt a bit uncertain.

Could His Majesty actually like this? No wonder His Majesty had shown no interest in those beautiful noble ladies.

“This time, I have arranged for your aunt to have you enter the palace to keep her company. What happens after that is up to you.” Prime Minister Song couldn’t bear to look. He waved his hand and closed his eyes.

Song Qinghuan immediately said to him smugly, “Father, just wait. I will be the empress soon.”

Prime Minister Song said nothing more, though he felt that any man, given the choice, probably wouldn’t like her orange-yellow dress. It made her face look sallow and old.

Song Qinghuan entered the palace without obstruction. Looking at the vast imperial palace, she was already imagining how she would decorate it once she became empress.

Her second aunt had worked in the palace for thirty years and only become a steward. When she became empress, she could give her a good promotion.

She didn’t rush to find her aunt. Instead, she strolled around on her own, completely forgetting her father’s instructions before leaving.

Before she knew it, she arrived at the room she had lived in during her previous life. Seeing the courtyard filled with flowers and kept spotlessly clean, she felt gratified and thought the tyrant had good taste.

Song Qinghuan hummed a little tune and pushed open the door. A flash of golden light made her cry out “Ah!” as she covered her eyes.

She lowered her hands and looked at the room. The floor was filled with gold, jewels and priceless paintings. Greed flashed in her eyes.

“Since he loves me this much, I’ll accept it.”

Song Qinghuan lay smugly on a gold ingot. If he treasured her room this much, he must be missing her terribly, right?

Then she would grudgingly make the first move, even only for the sake of all these treasures he gave her.