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All night long, Mu Junqi could not close her eyes, worry and guilt overwhelming her. Mo Xiao Li stayed by her side throughout the night. As dawn broke, there was still no news; those sent out had returned empty-handed, as if Mur had vanished into thin air within the palace.
"Mu Junqi, don't worry. She will be fine; she must still be in the palace," Mo Xiao Li said, sitting beside her to offer comfort.
Upon hearing this, Mu Junqi immediately stood up. "You're right; she must be in the palace. I need to go find her," she said as she moved to leave, but was stopped by Mo Xiao Li. "You haven't rested properly all night. Listen to me; go rest now. Maybe when you open your eyes, she will have returned."
Mu Junqi merely sat down on a nearby chair as Mo Xiao Li pulled her aside. At that moment, Zuo Yunqing entered the room and was interrupted by Mu Junqi before he could bow. "What’s the situation? Did you find her?"
However, Zuo Yunqing's troubled expression showed that he had not succeeded. He sat back down helplessly, and only Mo Xiao Li looked thoughtfully at Zuo Yunqing. "In response to Your Majesty the Empress... she has not yet been found."
Finally, after summoning Ziyue and giving a few instructions, Mo Xiao Li left with Zuo Yunqing. Just outside the main hall of Jingxian Palace, Mo Xiao Li's expression changed dramatically as he coldly asked, "What happened?"
"Your subordinate is incompetent; by the time we found her, she was already dead," Zuo Yunqing replied with a bow.
Mo Xiao Li felt a tightness in his chest at this news. If Mur were to hear this, he knew she would not be able to bear it. He strode forward, speaking to Zuo Yunqing as they walked.
Not far from the Cold Palace lay a desolate area that felt even more bleak in winter. At that moment, the Imperial Forest Army surrounded a figure lying on the ground, blood dried around them.
When Mo Xiao Li arrived, this was the scene he encountered: Mur lay quietly on the ground, her mouth gagged with cloth, and her body bore at least seven or eight stab wounds. Her clothes were tattered, and her face was a horrific sight with numerous small cuts; blood had flowed abundantly, leaving her seemingly submerged in a pool of it.
Mo Xiao Li felt a heaviness in his heart at the sight. Just imagining Mu Junqi witnessing such a scene made him worry that she would not be able to handle it. No one understood better than him how deep the bond between Mur and Mu Junqi was; although Mur was a servant, kind-hearted Mu Junqi had always regarded her as a sister. Now faced with such tragedy, Mu Junqi would surely break down.
Turning away from Mur's lifeless body, he quietly ordered, "Give her a secret burial; no one can know about this. Otherwise, I will take your lives!"
"Understood."
After giving the instructions, she asked Zuo Yunqing to secretly investigate the matter. Not to mention that she was Mu Junqi's attendant, but with such an incident occurring in the palace, if no explanation was provided, future matters would likely become even more troublesome.
...
Inside Jingxian Palace, ever since Mo Xiao Li left, Ziyue had been attending to Mu Junqi as she fell asleep. However, the sleeping Mu Junqi remained in a daze, as if she could hear Mur's voice calling for help. The scene shifted, and a woman with a disfigured face stood not far away, crying for some unknown reason. Wanting to approach and see, it felt as if something was blocking her from getting closer; she simply could not reach her.
Suddenly, several men surrounded her. She tried to call for help but could not make a sound, only able to open her mouth silently and struggle aimlessly. At that moment, she felt herself fall into a warm embrace, gradually calming her heart as she quietly lay down and closed her eyes in that comfortable hold.
At this moment, Mo Xiao Li lay beside Mu Junqi, holding her tightly, filled with reluctance. She strongly sensed Mu Junqi's trembling body and could only sigh softly.
The next morning, when Mu Junqi woke up, she saw Mo Xiao Li quietly lying beside her. Thinking about Mur still having no news, she slowly lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
At that moment, a voice came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, General Mu requests an audience."
Hearing "General Mu," Mu Junqi looked at the person on the bed in confusion, wondering what her father was doing here so early in the morning. Mo Xiao Li rubbed her eyes and irritably said, "What is it?" Mu Junqi knew that every time Mo Xiao Li was woken up, she would be in a bad mood; it really made her seem like a child, causing Mu Junqi to chuckle lightly.
Outside the hall, Li Fusheng immediately replied, "In response to Your Majesty, General Mu has military matters to report."
However, at that moment, Mo Xiao Li did not want to pay attention. She heard Mu Junqi's light laugh and walked over to her side with a smile. She pulled Mu Junqi into her embrace and gave her a deep kiss on the lips until Mu Junqi was breathless before releasing her grip. "Why are you smiling at me so early in the morning?"
Mu Junqi's breath was unsteady; she did not expect Mo Xiao Li to kiss her suddenly. Her cheeks flushed from holding her breath as she lowered her head and softly said, "It's nothing. Your Majesty should hurry; what if there’s something urgent?"
Mo Xiao Li finally let her go and called Li Fusheng to help her change clothes before leaving. Mu Junqi watched Mo Xiao Li depart, feeling a whirlwind of emotions within her. At that moment, she found it hard to grasp his thoughts, reflecting on how he had changed from the man she married to the person he was now, feeling as if they were two different people.
When Ziyue came in to help her with her makeup, she suddenly thought of Mur and anxiously asked, "Is there still no news about Mur?"
"Yes."
Looking out the window, Mu Junqi felt a heavy blockage in her chest. It only took a moment for him to disappear from her life. If it weren't for her need to go there without attendants, none of this would have happened.
She pushed open the window, and the biting cold wind rushed in, making her clothes flutter. No matter how much Ziyue tried to persuade her, Mu Junqi remained indifferent; perhaps this was the only way for her to forget about Mur.
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the hall, "Zhang Deli is here."
Upon hearing this voice, Mu Junqi felt increasingly irritated. She closed the window and sat on the chair by it, looking toward the door. When Consort Qian walked in and saw Mu Junqi in a high position, she simply greeted her before mockingly saying, "Oh my, it's so cold here in front of the Empress. No wonder the nearby Servants don't want to stay here." After saying this, she laughed mockingly. Pear, who wanted to laugh as well, could only glare at Mu Junqi due to her status.
At that moment, Mu Junqi was already feeling extremely frustrated. Hearing those words only fueled her anger further. She slammed her hand down on the nearby table and exclaimed, "Impudent! You are becoming increasingly disrespectful in This Palace. Hasn't Consort Qian learned proper etiquette yet? This Palace wouldn't mind teaching you again," she added with a smile.
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