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Her cherry blossom garden was relatively secluded. After a while, she finally arrived at the front yard. Just as she was about to head to Mu Changqing's study, she suddenly saw two people coming around the corner. One of them, dressed in a ghostly blue robe, could only be Mu Changqing. The other, clad in a black dragon robe, wearing a purple gold crown, with a gold belt featuring a hollowed-out coiling dragon at his waist and black boots on his feet, was actually Mu Fengyan.
Yin Luo had never seen him in such attire. The black clothing made him appear much more mature, while the gold added to his nobility. If he had previously looked like a spoiled young master, this outfit certainly enhanced his regal and imposing presence as an emperor, exuding an air of coldness that ordinary people would likely not dare to meet directly. Indeed, one’s appearance can greatly influence perception.
As soon as Mu Fengyan spotted her, he immediately ran toward her. However, just as he took a large step forward, his gaze caught something and he abruptly stopped, standing there looking at Yin Luo with barely concealed excitement. “Luoluo... how have you been these past few days?”
Yin Luo nodded and glanced at Mu Changqing, who stood silently nearby but emanated an aura of frost. She then turned her attention back to Mu Fengyan and smiled lightly. “Your Majesty, what brings you here?”
This smile transformed her usually somewhat cold face, melting away the ice and snow like warm sunlight on a winter day. Mu Fengyan was momentarily stunned, unable to utter a single word.
When they first met, he had been struck by her beauty; now, even in the simplest plain dress, she did not lose any of her charm or grace. Instead, it highlighted her brilliance like a flower blooming suddenly in a field of grass—vivid and eye-catching.
“What brings you here?” Mu Changqing, who had remained motionless behind her for some time, observed her smile with cold eyes that seemed to grow even colder.
Yin Luo's gaze finally fell on him as she raised an eyebrow. “I have something I wish to discuss with you.”
Mu Changqing scoffed lightly, a flash of disdain crossing his eyes. “You are not qualified to discuss matters with me.”
Hearing this, Mu Fengyan frowned and looked up at Mu Changqing. “Brother Emperor, while I shouldn’t interfere in your matters with the Empress, the Empress is a princess of the Moon Cherry Dynasty who married you as part of an alliance between our two nations. Even if the Moon Cherry Dynasty is just a small border nation, intermarriage between countries requires respect. For a princess to be reduced to a concubine—doesn’t that seem inappropriate? As the ruler of a nation, I do not want our Exiled Nation to be seen as bullying smaller countries or disrespecting diplomatic etiquette by humiliating another nation.”
Mu Changqing's expression remained unchanged—or perhaps they simply could not see it—but his tone was noticeably calm. “So what does Your Majesty mean?”
Mu Fengyan glanced at Yin Luo, a determined look flashing in his eyes. "The esteemed Princess Qingcheng will be the Wangfei, the mistress of the Jin Wangfu."
Mu Changqing immediately smiled. His face was covered by a ghost mask, making it difficult to discern his expression, but the sound of his laughter sent chills down people's spines, causing unease.
"I humbly obey the Emperor's command." He slightly lowered his head, accepting such an order. Yin Luo couldn't help but look at him in surprise. With his gaze cast downward, it was impossible to see his expression, making it even harder to guess what he was thinking.
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