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Mu Fengyan's eyes turned red with anger as he shouted, "Mother, did you see that? Did you see clearly? In his eyes, I am not an emperor at all; my life is as insignificant as an ant. What do you expect me to beg him for? The throne of this Exiled Nation belongs to him; what do I need as an emperor? I am just a puppet, a mere puppet!"
"Yan'er..." The Empress Dowager beside him was in tears. She turned to Mu Changqing and said, "Prince Jin, no matter what, Yan'er is still the emperor. If you truly intend to harm him, you would be committing regicide. Are you really willing to take that risk?"
Mu Changqing's gaze shifted slightly as he coldly curled his lips into a smirk. "Your Highness jokes. The emperor is the king of the world; I am merely here to protect him and would never dare to harm His Majesty. He Ren, step back!"
Upon hearing this, He Ren retreated to the side. Mu Changqing then stepped forward as if to support Mu Fengyan, but Mu Fengyan directly shrugged him off with a flick of his sleeve. He felt no embarrassment and instead looked back and said, "It's so late, and the emperor is still wandering around. These palace servants seem to be getting more and more audacious. He Ren, escort His Majesty back to the palace. Also, replace the servants in Qinghua Palace with a new batch."
Upon hearing this, Mu Fengyan's expression changed instantly. No one knew better than him that when Mu Changqing mentioned replacing them, it was not just about changing people; such things had happened countless times before. After each replacement, those older servants never appeared in the palace again.
His face turned red and pale alternately, but in the end, he said nothing.
He flicked his sleeve and said to Yin Luo beside him, "Let's go!"
Yin Luo had been quietly observing from the side. Her identity had already been exposed, so fearing was pointless; she simply watched the unfolding drama with ease.
However one looked at it, it was clear that this incompetent emperor was losing.
Hearing this, she did not move her feet. On the other side, Mu Changqing spoke up first: "Wait!"
Mu Fengyan turned back and shot him an angry glare.
Mu Changqing once again curled his lips, his voice eerily ghost-like: "The Emperor can leave, but she must stay!"
"On what basis? She is mine!"
"Is that so?" Mu Changqing took a step forward, moving to Yin Luo's side, slowly circling around her: "If she belongs to the Emperor, why is she disguised as a man in the dead of night? Am I right, madam?"
As he spoke, he directly reached out and removed the official hat from Yin Luo's head. Instantly, a cascade of dark hair fell down to her shoulders, her face glowing like moonlight, surpassing mere beauty.
The Empress Dowager was taken aback, her gaze fixed on Yin Luo's face. After a moment, she spoke: "You are the princess of the Moon Cherry Dynasty, Nie Qingcheng, who was married into the residence of the Jin Wang and survived for three days? Truly an unparalleled beauty; no wonder not only did the Jin Wang fall for you, but even Yan'er has been bewitched."
"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? Luoluo is not that kind of person!" Mu Fengyan corrected his mother sternly. He looked at Yin Luo, his face pale, clearly unable to believe such a fact, waiting for Yin Luo's explanation.
But Yin Luo remained silent, neither confirming nor denying it, simply looking at him calmly.
"Luoluo? What kind of name is that? Madam, you are the princess of the Moon Cherry Dynasty, Nie Qingcheng, aren't you?" Mu Changqing seemed to hear a great joke and reached out to grasp Yin Luo's fingers. "Yet I wonder where this name Luoluo comes from; I ask you to enlighten me."
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