Chapter 2: The Queen's Strange Fragrance

  Your Majesty?! Qilin suddenly lifted her head and looked back, but before she could see clearly, she was forced to kneel down by someone. Her head was pressed down firmly by a large hand. Qilin knew it was that stinky brat Mai Dong. Not all websites are the first to publish romance novels, search 151 + look book net and you'll know.

  "Long live the Emperor, may he live forever!"

  A loud voice rang in her ears, Qilin only felt deafening, and really didn't know what this emperor looked like. Was it the handsome young emperor? Or the old man with a worn-out face on TV? Anyway, she didn't know, all she knew was that if she raised her head now, her brain would be relocated. She had no choice but to kneel down quietly, but Qilin suddenly thought of Yu Mu, he couldn't kneel down, then what about him?

  Qilin quietly raised her head, only to see Yu Mu sitting upright in his wheelchair, without even lowering his head. Isn't this a capital offense? Just as she was about to remind him, she received a loud slap on the head from the fan in Yu Mu's hand.

  It seems he doesn't need others to worry about him, taking care of himself is enough. Qilin pouted and lowered her head.

  When Qilin's feet felt numb, she heard a faint voice saying "Ping Shen."

  Finally able to stand up, but just as she moved her foot, Qilin was pressed down again, and suddenly the sound of Hongliang's voice appeared in her ears.

  "Thank you, Your Majesty."

  The strength of the hand on her waist finally disappeared, and she could finally get up. Qilin struggled to stand up, glared fiercely at Maidong, turned around to face the altar, but when she saw the person on the altar, Qilin felt her heart suddenly racing.

  Bù Yáo also tightly pressed her hand against her chest, looking at the person on stage, breathing in the air with trepidation, like a trembling little cat.

  Everyone was holding their breath with caution, afraid of making any mistakes.

  Feng Changqing swept his gaze over every person below the stage, it seemed that this year's beauties were numerous and more beautiful than three years ago. Finally, Feng Changqing's line of sight fell on Yu Mu, earlier when he came over from the crowd, he smelled a fragrance, couldn't tell what kind of flower it was, light and sweet, this smell he remembered, was the smell of the clothes of the assassin that Qin Xiao brought back that night, and now this smell was coming from Yu Mu.

  I thought the emperor's attire was always the traditional yellow, but I didn't expect to see such a vibrant red. Qi Lin and Bu Yao stared unblinkingly at Feng Changqing, his magnificent red dragon robe with golden thread embroidery on the collar and cuffs, black silk lining, and a black gold-threaded dragon belt that perfectly accentuated his physique, his dark eyes flashing with an air of majesty, this was the demeanor of a ruler who dominated the world.

  This is His Majesty, a man more beautiful than a woman, a demonic man.

  Danger, this is a dangerous man.

  Under the wide sleeve opening was a delicate wrist that was sweating slightly, her eyelids drooped, her lips tightly closed, Qilin took a step back in fear, she didn't know what dynasty she had entered, nor did she know what kind of event she would be drawn into, all she knew was that she was now scared.

  My heart wants to escape, but my legs are like lead, unable to lift them up.

  Suddenly, a warm large hand wrapped around her icy hand, and her tense and fearful heart suddenly got some comfort. Qilin slightly turned her head, thinking it was Mai Dong, but unexpectedly saw a pair of eyes with a smile. Who is this if not Mu Qingfeng? Qilin was stunned for a moment, hurriedly pulled out her hand, but was held tightly. Just as she was about to struggle, she saw Mu Qingfeng glance at the stage and suddenly understood the situation. Qilin had no choice but to give up, but seeing the triumphant smile on Mu Qingfeng's mouth, she couldn't help feeling angry.

  Then, she lifted her foot and stomped it down heavily. She heard the person next to her grunt, but Qilin remained expressionless, staring at the altar with an air of being unaffected.

  Next, Feng Changqing casually said a few words of prayer and blessing, thinking that this boring ceremony would soon end. However, he didn't expect the high priest to wave his hand down from the platform, and the people below divided into two groups, clearing a wide path in the middle.

  Before she could even turn around, Qilin caught a whiff of the faint jasmine fragrance and a crisp tinkling sound.