The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Luo Liyan's eyes were filled with stars, and she looked directly at Yi Zehao without any compromise.

She knew very well that if she embroidered the wedding dress by herself, it wouldn't be a problem if it took two or three years. Otherwise, how could she take the initiative to ask for such a thankless task?

But no matter how good her plan was, Yi Zehao immediately came up with a new response plan.

During the marriage ceremony of the emperor and empress, they had to climb high to worship their ancestors.

People all over the capital were watching. The dragon robes and phoenix robes on her body had special details, so she could embroider them.

It seems that this matter about the throne cannot be delayed any longer. It is better to take the position as soon as possible.

But even though he had made up his mind, Yi Zehao did not immediately take Luo Liyan back to Beijing.

The two of them stayed in Zhuangzi for another ten days before they received the imperial edict urging them to return to Beijing.

Of course, this imperial edict not only allowed Yi Zehao to return to Beijing and attend the court to handle state affairs, but it was also an imperial edict for the prince's canonization.

Luo Liyan knew that Yi Zehao must have done something behind her back, but she was still more curious about when he went to the capital.

For ten days, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep at night, they were obviously inseparable.

Could it be that the emperor really cared about him so much?

Luo Liyan felt that there must be some inside story that she didn't know, but the task had been completed. Now she just wanted to have two little dumplings, and then control her man to prevent him from becoming a coward or tyrant.

After receiving the imperial edict, Yi Zehao took Luo Liyan directly onto the carriage and drove slowly into the palace wall.

Although they already have their own mansion outside, as the prince they need to live in the East Palace.

He would not be separated from Luo Liyan, so naturally he brought Luo Liyan in with him.

Even after being settled by Yi Zehao, Luo Liyan still felt it was a pity that they didn't hold a housewarming banquet and once again knocked the nobles in the capital.

But Yi Zehao scraped her nose and told her that after he ascended the throne, the entire treasury would belong to him. Only then did Luo Liyan give up the idea of ​​returning to his county master's palace to knock it out first. .

Because he did not want to live in the former prince's place, the emperor prepared a new courtyard for Yi Zehao.

The walls of the three palaces with vacant concubine seats were knocked down, and they were connected to form a new East Palace. The tiles were turned over again, and new paint was applied. The new East Palace has no shadow of the past at all.

Yi Zehao worriedly told the people in the palace several times what they should pay attention to when taking care of Luo Liyan, and then led the imperial edict to the emperor's palace.

The poison last time was too strong. Even if the current Holy Master didn't take a few sips, it still hurt the root.

As soon as the sky curtain is lifted, the smell of medicine hits the face, which makes people's sense of smell a little bad.

But Yi Zehao still walked in without changing his expression.

Looking at the middle-aged man lying in the bright yellow quilt, he no longer looked as high-spirited as when he was in high spirits. He was obviously less than 50 years old, but he looked like a dying old man.

Yi Zehao stood in front of his bed, looking at the current emperor coldly, but did not say hello.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally the current emperor compromised first, "You are finally back, and this Li Dynasty will eventually be handed over to you."

Yi Zehao changed his standing posture to show that he was listening to what he said, but still refused to say the first half of the sentence.