Chapter 420 - 186: Even More Frightening Than Seeing a Ghost

Enough, since she has made such a choice, there must be a reason for it. Why should he be so obsessed?

Papers can’t wrap fire; he will eventually find out the truth.

"If you don’t speak, then I’ll assume Miss Yun has agreed by default."

Yun Wanyao: "???"

What?

What did she agree to?

Before she could figure it out, her body suddenly lifted off the ground, and she was held high.

Yun Wanyao could no longer pretend, immediately opened her eyes, and looked at him with panic and fear, her voice tinged with a heavy sob.

"Emperor, Emperor, please let this subject’s daughter down..."

After this incident, she finally realized, belatedly, what the Emperor meant by agreeing by default. But didn’t he just say he would help her to rest?

How did it turn into carrying her?

The girl in his arms was like a frightened rabbit, exuding a sense of anxiety all over but not daring to move recklessly.

Mo Yuanlin’s lips curled up as he strode steadily towards the inner hall, his dark eyes looking forward, his deep voice hiding a trace of subtle teasing.

"Miss Yun sobered up so quickly?"

"No, still drunk..."

She replied hastily, and after speaking, suddenly realized something, hurriedly covering her mouth with both hands and looking at him with shock in her eyes.

Oh no, did she blow her cover?

Surely, her cover was blown, right?

If the Emperor knows she was pretending to be drunk, will he accuse her of deceiving the monarch?

No, no, this doesn’t seem like the main issue. The main issue is if the Emperor knows she was pretending to be drunk, won’t that mean he knows she was deliberately trying to seduce him?

And she can no longer rightfully blame it on the alcohol?

Sedition, deceiving the Emperor – multiple offenses. Now, even if her father and little sister come, they won’t be able to save her, will they?

It’s over, it’s over...

Yun Wanyao’s eyes widened, her heart filled with uncontrollable panic.

Seeing her so flustered, Mo Yuanlin’s brows furrowed, and he continued to stride steadily towards the inner hall.

"Hmm, since you’re drunk, your steadiness in walking is questionable, so don’t move recklessly. I will carry you to rest."

Yun Wanyao: "??????"

Wait, this doesn’t seem like what she imagined. The Emperor not only didn’t punish her, he even spoke such words of concern.

Could it be he didn’t see through her pretending to be drunk?

Did he figure it out or not?

If he did, why didn’t he expose her?

If he didn’t figure it out...

No, no, the Emperor certainly wouldn’t fail to see through this. How could he be so foolish as to miss something so obvious?

If he were truly that foolish, how could he govern the nation and manage state affairs?

So, he did see through it, but for some reason didn’t expose her.

Realizing this, Yun Wanyao didn’t know if she should feel relieved or apprehensive; her heart was extremely conflicted, her mind a chaotic mess.

Before she could sort out her thoughts, her back suddenly pressed onto something soft.

Yun Wanyao quickly snapped back to her senses, glancing around, only to realize that at some point, he had carried her to the bedside and was placing her onto the large, luxurious purple sandalwood bed with gold carvings.

This is the bed of Fenghua Palace...

The girl’s pupils shook, and she panicked entirely.

"Emperor..."

She called out anxiously, quickly grabbing onto the fabric of his chest, trying to use his strength to get up.

"Hmm."

He stood on the ground, slightly bent over, his body posed, hands still under her back and knees, maintaining the gesture of holding her.

Upon hearing her call, he lifted his eyelids and looked down at her from above, his dark eyes like an abyss, dark and deep, seemingly able to devour one’s soul.

Yun Wanyao’s breath caught slightly, staring at him in a daze, nearly lost to her senses.

"What?"

He raised his eyebrow, his throat sliding, thin lips lightly parted, his voice low and hoarse.

Yun Wanyao’s ears trembled, her heartbeat once again losing rhythm.

She swallowed involuntarily and hurriedly said, "That, this subject’s daughter, isn’t sleepy, doesn’t need rest..."

She wanted to get down.

Everything now was too dangerous, filling her with unease.

"Also, the hour is late, this subject’s daughter should return home, otherwise, her parents will worry."

She averted her gaze, nervously adding a statement.

That damned Yun Wanye, why isn’t he back yet?

Could he really be planning to sell her out?

Forget it, borrow a guard from the Emperor, she’ll head back on her own. As for Yun Wanye, it’s up to him if he wants to return.

"Leaving now, wouldn’t Miss Yun go home empty-handed?"

Mo Yuanlin withdrew his hands and sat sideways on the bedside, trapping her in bed.

"What does the Emperor mean by this?"

Her pupils shrank sharply, all her nerves tensed, looking like she was facing a formidable enemy, overwhelmed with tension.