Yan Yiyi's face turned blue, and he was about to lose his temper when he suddenly heard a hubbub outside the door. He took the opportunity to hold down the restless woman beside him, stood up and said, "What is it?"
"Your Majesty, Zhaoyi Yao has composed a song. I hope Your Majesty can listen to it." A palace maid flashed into the hall and said respectfully.
Nan Huanyan was filled with anger. The Emperor should have accompanied her today. How could she go to Ganhe Hall? She thought to herself, "Good, Yao Jingrou. How dare you play dirty tricks on me. She doesn't care who is looking at her inside or outside the hall. She wrapped her snow-white arms around the man's masculine body and whispered with grievance, "Your Majesty, Yan'er wants you to accompany her..."
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