After exchanging marriage with my elder sister, I won with a bad hand.

Chapter 167 The entanglement between the four people 4

After the banquet, when Shen Guihong was about to leave with his wife, the Emperor and the Concubine Dowager walked towards them.

When Ye Zhiqiu saw Zhao Yong now, he was like a frightened bird and wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

So when the other party approached, she took a small step back and hid behind Shen Guihong.

Zhao Yong's eyes seemed to fall on Ye Zhiqiu unintentionally for a while, then he looked away and looked at Shen Guihong, revealing a hypocritical smile and said, "Shen Aiqing, I have something to trouble you with. I wonder if you are willing to help?"

As soon as Shen Guihong saw the malicious expression on his face, he knew that nothing good would happen. Now, no matter how he looked at His Majesty, he felt that he was disgusting.

However, the other party was the emperor. Although he was second only to the emperor, he did not dare to act rashly.

"Your Majesty, please give your orders." He bowed his head slightly and bowed.

The concubine beside the emperor suddenly said, "Let me talk about this matter. It is related to me."

Zhao Yong had no objection and nodded.

"Prime Minister Shen, I heard that your wife is very good at embroidery. I would like her to stay in the palace for a few days to help teach the embroiderers around me."

When Ye Zhiqiu heard this, her face, which had originally been a little rosy, immediately turned pale again. She looked up at Zhao Yong in astonishment, but saw him smiling at her with an ambiguous smile, his eyes showing a determination to win.

Shen Guihong did not notice this scene. After hearing the concubine's words, he was stunned for a moment.

Then, he felt his wife standing behind him nervously grabbing the corner of his clothes. He silently comforted Ye Zhiqiu while looking up at the concubine who was standing in front of him with a faint smile.

"Well, my wife's embroidery skills are not worthy of being worthy of a high-class hall. The rumor is false. I hope Your Majesty will understand." Shen Guihong refused calmly, and his words were flawless.

Unfortunately, this time he met a rogue emperor.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yong spoke forcefully: "Minister Shen, are you going to disobey my order?" He demonstrated the unreasonableness to the fullest.

Shen Guihong raised his head unwillingly and glanced at Zhao Yong. He naturally knew that the dog emperor was using the name of the concubine to keep his wife and wanted to do something improper.

But he never expected that the dog emperor would use his power to oppress others, but this time he didn't want to compromise so easily.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to protest, what he didn't expect was that his wife, who had been hiding behind him, came up.

Her face was calm as she walked up to the Dowager Consort and said, "I will obey the Dowager Consort's order."

"Qiu'er you..." Shen Guihong's heart tightened when he saw this, and he stretched out his hand as if to keep her.

Ye Zhiqiu forced a smile and said lightly, "Husband, you go home first. I will be back in a few days."

"But..."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded at him with a hint of determination in his eyes. Shen Guihong opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.

Zhao Yong was in a good mood when he saw that his goal had been achieved. The gloomy look on his face disappeared and he looked a lot brighter.

However, after leaving his wife behind, Shen Guihong felt powerless when he thought about his own inability to do anything. He jumped into the carriage with his head down and left the palace with the sound of wheels rolling on the ground.

Ye Zhiqiu followed the concubine dowager back to Ci'an Palace and was arranged to stay in a relatively secluded small palace. The concubine dowager did not ask her to teach embroidery to the embroiderers in her palace immediately, but just placed her here first.

Although she had guessed early on that the concubine dowager kept her in the palace at the emperor's instruction, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.

However, this slight bit of luck suddenly vanished when night fell and a man walked into the palace.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

"Why, you don't want me to come over?"

Ye Zhiqiu lowered her head slightly. When he walked forward, she stepped back.

What Zhao Yong hated the most was that when she saw him, it was like a rabbit seeing a tiger. Did he look scary?

As if to prove something, he took a few quick steps towards Ye Zhiqiu, but the latter immediately took several steps back subconsciously like a frightened rabbit.

Zhao Yong suddenly stopped and looked up and down at the uneasy woman.

There were only two of them in the room now, and he didn't think the woman could escape.

In fact, men always have an urge to tame women, especially uncontrollable women.

And that's exactly what Zhao Yong did to Ye Zhiqiu at this moment.

He suddenly changed his pace, turned around and sat down at the table.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him a little puzzled, but she still didn't dare to get too close to him. The two of them always kept a distance of five or six meters between them.

Zhao Yong picked up the teapot, slowly poured himself a glass of water, and then drank it quickly in one gulp.

After putting down the teacup, the emperor's majestic voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"come over."

Like the sound of thunder, Ye Zhiqiu's body shook subconsciously. She raised her head slightly and moved towards him slowly with some hesitation.

Zhao Yong did not urge her, but just stared at her movements silently. When she was only one meter away from him, he stretched out his big hand, grabbed Ye Zhiqiu's wrist, and pulled her towards him. The next moment, he held her warm and soft body in his arms.

"Your Majesty, don't." Ye Zhiqiu frowned, and his subconscious action was to struggle.

"What don't you want? Are you still going to resist me?" Zhao Yong held her tightly, and in the face of her protesting eyes, he kissed her heavily.

He thought that since they had already had physical contact twice, the other party should be used to it.

However, Ye Zhiqiu's body still trembled slightly. He suppressed the fear in his heart and stood stiffly in Zhao Yong's arms like a piece of wood.

Zhao Yong didn't mind. He stared into her eyes while sliding his hand into her collar with a wicked smile on his face.

Ye Zhiqiu turned pale with fright. She tried to refuse in vain while whispering, "No, Your Majesty, don't..." Zhao Yong pulled off her collar, and she quickly put it back on. Her face looked pitiful, and she looked at Zhao Yong with pleading eyes.

"Qiu'er, you may not know that your pleading eyes make me want to bully you even more." As he said that, he reached out and pulled down her collar, and then said in an irresistible tone, "You are not allowed to resist me."

Ye Zhiqiu's raised hand stopped in mid-air, and under Zhao Yong's gaze, it finally dropped gently.

Zhao Yong picked her up and swept all the things on the ground with a flick of his sleeves. Immediately, the sound of cups and plates falling to the ground echoed throughout the room.

Zhao Yong put her on the table, tore off her dress, and did the job right there.

Ye Zhiqiu closed her eyes in pain and let Zhao Yong do what he wanted to her. She felt extremely humiliated by this display of disrespect.

I feel like I'm just a plaything and I don't get any respect.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu despised himself in his heart again. It was already this late, and he was still looking for that pitiful self-esteem.