Emperor Jinglong gently coughed, "Ye Er is my original passion, which made you suffer this catastrophe. I shouldn’t have let out these words. Don’t worry, I have agreed with your wife to hold a flower banquet again in a few days." Qiye listens to the sidewalk. "Brother, I won’t attend the flower banquet this time. It’s only when you choose a princess that such a thing happened that my marriage just dragged on. My brother looked at it and there was already some conation." "Oh, she met you today." Emperor Jinglong felt sorry for his younger brother. If the He Jiaolan sent someone to really hurt Qiye, he would blame…