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Murong Yan clearly did not expect that Murong Changqing would agree to him so easily. Although he was a king, he had never held real power. Murong Changqing would indeed give him some face in front of others, but he had never been this obedient before, which made him feel a bit flustered.
Over the years, although he wielded great power, on the surface, everyone still respected him as the emperor. He always handled matters with discretion, allowing others to perceive his authority without giving them any leverage against him. Thus, for all these years, no one truly knew what he was thinking.
If we talk about the throne, he was already an undisputed king behind the scenes, controlling the entire realm. If he truly wanted to ascend to the throne, it would simply be a matter of issuing an order. But why had he remained silent and restrained all these years?
Did he genuinely not want the throne, or was there another reason?
Murong Yan could not understand and had never been able to see through it.
"Zhong Bo, issue the command: from today onwards, Madam Nie will be the princess consort. She is to move out of the Cherry Blossom Garden and into my Cold Jade Garden. All expenses will be handled according to her status as princess consort. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my lord."
The steward accepted the order. Murong Changqing turned to Murong Yan with a respectful attitude and asked, "May I inquire if His Majesty has any other instructions?"
Murong Yan paused for a moment and glanced at Yin Luo before shaking his head after some thought.
Murong Changqing smiled again and said, "Then I shall respectfully see His Majesty off."
Murong Yan was taken aback; only then did he remember that Murong Changqing had initially intended to see him out when they coincidentally ran into Yin Luo.
In fact, his purpose for coming to the Jin Wangfu was merely to see Yin Luo. He had hoped to find an opportunity to meet her and talk, but now it seemed that while he had seen her, speaking with her was indeed a far-fetched idea.
He cast a somewhat dejected glance at Yin Luo, but at least he had seen her and knew she was safe, which eased his mind. With this thought, his expression relaxed again as he looked at Yin Luo and said, "It's good that you're fine. I'll head back now and come to see you next time."
Yin Luo stood still, nodding with a smile upon hearing this.
Mu Fengyan looked at the smile on her lips, and his mood instantly brightened. He waved goodbye to her and strode away.
Yin Luo did not see him off; she simply stood there waiting for Mu Changqing to return after escorting Mu Fengyan. Only then did she move. As she did, the iron on her feet scraped against the stone floor, producing a clanging sound. Mu Changqing glanced over with cold eyes and remarked, "You really care about the Emperor."
If Mu Fengyan knew that she was shackled with chains on her feet, it would certainly cause a scene. Because of this, Yin Luo had remained in place, genuinely not wanting him to find out.
She was no match for Mu Changqing, and she didn't want Mu Fengyan to suffer because of her issues.
She raised her brows and looked at him. "He is my friend; of course it's different."
Mu Changqing suddenly halted in his steps toward the study and turned back. Yin Luo quickly followed closely behind him. When he stopped abruptly, the distance between them closed in an instant, almost pressing against each other. "He is your friend; then I am your husband. How should we account for this?"
His breath was icy as he leaned closer. Yin Luo met his gaze directly and replied after a moment, "That husband title is something you took for yourself; I have never acknowledged it."
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