This audience with the emperor ended with the emperor complaining of a headache.
He dismissed everyone from the tent and even ended the royal hunt ahead of schedule.
Murong Feng was unwavering, insisting on marrying Luo Huanghun. The emperor, having already given his word to grant Murong Feng one request as a reward for his military victory, could not refuse.
On the other hand, the Ren family—considering the status of the imperial consort and the Prime Minister—could not simply be forced to accept a divorce between Ren Jingsi and Luo Huanghun.
So the emperor passed the problem to Luo Huanghun, telling her to make her own decision in two months, when the divorce agreement would take effect.
Luo Huanghun returned to the Luo family with the imperial edict in hand. With this decree, no one could force her hand anymore.
She had already recovered Luo Chenhui’s personal seal. Now, all she had to do was wait for two months to pass and leave the Ren family for good.
Her crisis was over, but when she thought of Murong Feng, her heart was in turmoil for reasons she couldn’t explain.
This was the opportunity Murong Feng had won for her—using his unparalleled military achievements, achievements that could have saved his own life.
Late at night, she still couldn’t sleep. She sat at her table, staring at the moon outside the window, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a shadow leapt down from the rafters, moving with effortless grace, and landed directly in her room.
Before Luo Huanghun could even call out, she was already swept into the intruder’s arms.
“Murong Feng!” Luo Huanghun dared not shout, so she hissed his name in a low, angry voice.
“Hey!” Murong Feng sat down, pulling Luo Huanghun onto his lap. Her face flushed instantly, and she could only use the darkness to hide it from him.
“Breaking into a lady’s bedroom in the middle of the night—what kind of behavior is this?!”
Murong Feng suddenly laughed, his chest vibrating with a low, deep sound. “I only break into your room. Even if others begged me, I wouldn’t go.”
This scoundrel! Luo Huanghun, furious, tried to kick him again, but he easily caught her ankle.
The heat of his touch traveled from her ankle straight to her heart. Her lashes trembled as she grabbed his collar. “You—let me go…”
Murong Feng rolled up her trouser leg with practiced ease to check her ankle. “It’s not too swollen. Does it still hurt when you walk?”
What man just rolls up a woman’s trouser leg without asking first? Luo Huanghun was mortified, her whole body red as a cooked shrimp, but Murong Feng kept massaging and asking, “Does it hurt?”
Luo Huanghun was about to go mad—she felt as if her heart was being kneaded in his hands. She hurriedly cried out, “No, it doesn’t hurt! Let me go!”
Even she didn’t realize her voice was already tinged with tears.
Murong Feng’s eyes darkened. He simply cupped the back of her head, forcing her to look up, and pressed a deep kiss to her lips.
His overwhelming presence invaded her senses, and Luo Huanghun felt fireworks explode in her mind. She gasped, only for Murong Feng to deepen the kiss even more.
When it finally ended, Luo Huanghun was limp in his arms, completely drained.
Murong Feng, however, was perfectly composed. “Your stamina needs work. In the future, we—”
Luo Huanghun bit his arm in frustration. “There is no future!”
Murong Feng chuckled lowly. “That’s not up to you.”
Luo Huanghun rolled her eyes so hard she nearly saw the sky.