Ye Yiheng rested his chin on the top of her hair and tightened his embrace around her body.
"Yanyan, if you dare to flee, this lonely one will probably kill you."
His voice, clear and cold as jade, betrayed no joy or anger, yet the words he spoke sent a shiver through her heart.
"Scared?" He paused for a moment before continuing, "So don't think about running away from me."
"Your Highness..."
Leng Yu Yan clenched her hands. His words were the same as those she had heard in her dreams.
This was no coincidence; the man in her dreams and the man before her were one and the same!
Her heart was filled with an unprecedented confusion.
What should she do from now on, and how should she interact with him?
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The next day, a banquet was held in the palace.
There were two banquets, one at noon and the other in the evening.
