The First Thousand Six Hundred and Ninety-Three Chapters Domineering Female Emperor vs Calamitous Minister (Fifty-Three)

1691. Chapter 1691 Domineering Empress vs. Disastrous Neighbors (53)

Jun Zhan's throat moved slightly, opened his mouth, and he said in a low voice, "...Satisfied."

His voice was slightly astringent.

How could she be dissatisfied with what she did so diligently and astonishingly?

Jun Zhan didn't know what Ranbai was thinking at all. For the first time, he felt helpless to escape from the unknown.

However,

This is far from over.

Just when everyone had already burned out the fireworks, Wei Wei sighed and said that it was a pity, and she was ready to leave with some unfulfilled thoughts.

But another streamer quickly cut through the dark night sky,

The sky once again exploded with gorgeous and bright fireworks.

This time,

On the azure blue sky, the bright four characters are slowly formed by the smoke and sparks.

The gorgeous fireworks are swaying like meteors, and the beauty is inexhaustible.

--Happy birthday.

Everyone took a deep breath,

How amazing is this!

Staring at him with white-ink eyes, she said softly, her voice was very soft, very soft, falling with smoke: "Happy birthday."

Jun Zhan, happy birthday...

Ranbai held a brocade box in his hand, and the lid of the box was half-opened, revealing the delicate jade carvings in the color of Yingying jade circulating inside.

She handed it to him and said, "This is a birthday present."

Jun Zhan lowered his eyebrows and his expression was a little stiff. Looking at the jade-colored and shiny jade carving, he couldn't help but take a step back, dazed, at a loss, and uneasy, like a child who couldn't find a home.

……why why?

"You must have something to tell me, right?" Ranbai slowly raised the corners of his lips, smiled, and said in a calm tone, "Speak."

Jun Zhan stared at her silently.

Emotions are rarely a little confusing, and I can't even breathe.

His hands dangling by his side clenched unconsciously.

"Speak." The girl's flat voice continued: "If you don't speak again, there will be no chance."

Jun Zhan pursed his lips tightly, and for a moment, a sense of helplessness swept through his body without even knowing where his hands were.

He tried hard to suppress those inexplicable emotions, and asked in a low voice: "You are cleaning up the court, and you want to gradually eradicate all the wings of the Prime Minister's faction, aren't you?"

Pale white and calm,

She nodded: "Yes."

Jun Zhan's breathing was a little unsteady, he took a step back, his fingers hanging on his side were clenched tightly, his beautiful joints were all white, his voice trembled slightly, and he said the guess that had been hidden in his heart, but he didn't dare to face it. His guess: "If you want to keep me locked up for the rest of your life, let Jun Zhan disappear from the eyes of the world, right?"

Ranbai was stunned: "You think so?"

"You just have to tell me, yes or... no?" Jun Zhan stared at her, word by word, as if squeezed out.

Ranbai was quiet and replied, "Yes."

She really wanted to imprison him for the rest of her life. This was irrefutable. It was pure imprisonment.

Compromise and be compromised, whoever gives up his pride first, who loses something for whom first.

If Jun Zhan is willing, she can give up everything now and leave with him.

It's just that for him, it probably doesn't make any difference, and he can't accept it, being locked up like this...

She could promise him anything, but only this, no.

It was her sword that took a slant, and she was extremely ill. She consciously owed Jun Zhan, and she tried to make up for him in other places.

But he didn't seem to want to accept it.

She can't give what he wants, and he doesn't want what she can give.

This is probably the funniest bit.

But just give up...

Really not reconciled.

After getting the answer, Jun Zhan's pupils shrank slightly, and he was a little panicked for no reason.

In fact, you already guessed it, didn't you?

Who will give up for whom? Who is going to compromise for whom?

Jun Zhan's heart gradually cooled down, as if a hole had been torn apart, and the cold wind was pouring into it.

Happy National Day*(╰╯)