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Listening to the ministers chattering below, Yun Zhi Yue began to drift off again. If only she hadn't been tossed around by Luo for so long last night, she was so tired!
Keeping her eyes closed while pretending to be awake was no challenge for her. Her body remained still, and her gaze was fixed on the ministers. Aside from her slightly vacant pupils, it was hard to tell that she had already fallen asleep.
As one minister continued to report on matters of state, a faint snoring sound suddenly broke through the seriousness of the court. The atmosphere in the hall was typically solemn; when one person spoke, everyone else fell silent. The fact that someone was sleeping in such a revered place was utterly inappropriate.
The reporting minister, exasperated, folded his report and ceased his presentation, glancing around in search of the audacious individual who dared to doze off.
The ministers began to look around as well, but the sound seemed to be coming from the upper seat. However, that couldn't be right—wasn't the Empress still awake and watching them?
Feng Die, standing at the forefront of the ministers, cast a glance at the motionless Empress, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes.
Turning around, she declared, "Alright, everyone will send their reports to the Eastern Palace later. This Palace will handle them one by one. You may all disperse now."
Seeing that the Empress did not express any anger or objections, the ministers gradually left, still speculating about who had been dozing off.
Unaware of what had transpired, Yun Zhi Yue felt a sudden difficulty in breathing and was abruptly awakened by a kiss.
Startled to find herself pressed against the dragon throne, she quickly looked around and, seeing no one else present, lightly tapped Luo's shoulder. "What are you doing? You scared me to death."
The dragon throne was spacious enough for Luo to lean over and completely envelop her beneath him. His tone was somewhat perplexed. "Yun Zhi Yue, what are you clinging to? You could be comfortable but insist on suffering here; you can even sleep with your eyes open."
Taken aback by Luo's question, Yun Zhi Yue pondered for a moment before responding. "You were once obsessed with power because you knew that aside from it, there was nothing else you could grasp. Only by seizing power could you control your own life and fill the emptiness within you. Later on, when I appeared and took the place of power in your heart, you began to rely on me."
"But just as you thought back then, I have always felt like I lacked a place to belong. I want to create a space that belongs solely to me—a place where I can find refuge."
Luo's heart tightened as he gazed into her eyes. "So it is because you cannot find that sense of security in me that you wish to surround yourself with power. What kind of person has left you so shattered? Yun Zhi Yue, it pains me deeply."
Having been abused by her biological mother since childhood, Luo understood all too well that the wounds in Yun Zhi Yue's eyes were not innate; they were scars from past experiences.
They had both endured hardships that seemed behind them but left indelible marks that could never be erased.
Yun Zhi Yue felt tears welling up; she couldn't articulate why but sensed that before Luo, she didn't have to endure alone.
Embracing Luo tightly around his waist, silent tears streamed down her face. She didn't even know what was happening to her; ever since descending into despair, her heart felt hollow.
She was now trying to secure her position as Meng Po while gradually eliminating the King of Hell and taking control of the Underworld, which was entirely a different approach. Luo filled the void in himself with power; wasn’t she doing the same?
It wasn't just Luo who felt sorrow; she felt it deeply too. She could win Luo's heart and make a place for herself within him, yet she found it impossible to fully open her heart and accept him.
In the end, it all came down to that damned Yue Qi, who appeared in her life again and again, always bringing back memories of the past. If he had never shown up in her life at all, would she have been much better off?
Yun Zhi Yue choked back tears but spoke earnestly, "Luo, I wish that person named Feng Yu didn’t exist in this world."
Luo Zhuzi's eyes shimmered with a thick, murderous intent as he replied, "Alright."
Yun Zhi Yue was lifted from the dragon throne by Luo, and together they returned to their chambers.
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