That is the Empress.
This Lord Ji not only helped to hide the Empress but also harbored ill intentions.
This is a crime that warrants extermination of nine generations.
How many heads in the Ji Family are enough for Your Majesty to chop?
’Creak’ came a light sound.
The heavy door was slowly pushed open, the newly risen Chaoyang poured in, accompanied by a tall figure.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
The two guards inside simultaneously knelt down to salute.
Lu Ziyuan slightly raised his hand.
The surrounding guards silently retreated, and soon, the door was closed again.
Inside the hall, only the light from the two windows shone in, slightly dim.
At this moment, Ji Chengfeng, who was sitting on a chair, finally slowly opened his eyes.
Since yesterday afternoon, he had been watched here, without eating a grain or drinking a drop, awake all night.
Lu Ziyuan squinted slightly, scrutinizing the man in front of him.
Originally clean as jade in appearance, there were dark circles under his eyes, a blue shadow on his jaw, looking haggard and dejected, full of a sense of decadence.
Even so, he was still handsome.
Slim like bamboo, bearing the unique resolute demeanor of a scholar.
The type of gentle scholar that girl liked the most.
Lu Ziyuan’s eyes gradually darkened, a surge of ink swirling within.
Actually, Lu Ziyuan also had not slept a wink, but he had spent the entire night celebrating with his regained beloved, warm fragrance and soft jade in his embrace; nothing could be more exhilarating than this.
Thus, even after a night of battle, he was still radiant, with an inexplicable satisfaction between his brows and eyes.
All men.
Ji Chengfeng could naturally tell.
At this moment, in the empty hall, for a while, neither of them spoke.
After a long time, Lu Ziyuan said, "Have you thought about the consequences of hiding the current Empress in the backyard?"
Ji Chengfeng lowered his eyes, silent.
For a woman, he abandoned the fame he had earned through ten years of hard study.
Paid no heed to the safety of his family’s future.
Even though he owed her his life, he really should not have gone to such lengths.
But that is exactly what he did.
He even wanted to marry her.
To marry the deceased Empress of the current dynasty.
Ji Chengfeng never regretted, he said, "This life was saved by her, now it’s just returned to her."
Just death.
The only people he owed were his parents and family.
Lu Ziyuan always knew this short-lived ghost’s fate was altered by his Wanwan’s intervention, yet hearing this still made his heart ache with sourness.
What pity!
Attracted yet another man!
They really...!
Truly was a romantic fool.
Return his life to her?
Do you truly deserve it!
Lu Ziyuan took a deep breath, endeavoring to suppress the surging murderous intent.
"You won’t die," he said.
Killing a person is simple.
Only, if this person dies, unless he could hide it from Wanwan forever, otherwise... a rift would arise between them.
Not only would it fulfill his image as a romantic in Wanwan’s heart, but also ensure she always remembers such a person.
Other than venting, it is utterly useless.
Such a thing, with Lu Ziyuan’s current rationality, would not happen.
The joy of being reunited is so precious, he cannot afford another loss.
Let it be.
No matter if over these five years, any feelings developed.
In the end, she agreed to return to the Capital with him.
And admitted to loving him.
That is enough.
Lu Ziyuan said, "I will not take your life, value your talent, nor strip you of your official post."
Ji Chengfeng was taken aback, clearly somewhat surprised.
Lu Ziyuan did not look at him, just quietly thought for a few moments.
After a long time, he said, "Remember, this life of yours is spared on account of your care for them, mother and son, for five years."