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Murong Yan's lips immediately turned down as he said, "Is it too pathetic for me, as an emperor, to even tell a joke to a palace maid?"
His expression became serious as he looked towards the hall. Consort Jin, standing beside him, was taken aback and quickly put on an appropriate smile, saying, "Your Majesty, please do not say such things. You are the ruler of a nation, the Son of Heaven of the Exiled Nation. There is no one in this world more noble than you!" She glanced at Jinghao beside her and added, "Since Your Majesty enjoys joking, you should talk with him."
Jinghao showed a look of panic but did not dare to refuse, only bowing and saying, "Yes."
Unexpectedly, Murong Yan coldly replied, "No need. In this world, apart from Luoluo, no one can win my favor."
Consort Jin's expression stiffened as she looked towards the Jin Wang below.
The seat beside him remained empty, and his expression was hard to discern. She quickly withdrew her gaze and let out a light sigh.
Jinghao quietly served at the side, observing with a calm demeanor.
Murong Yan fell silent again, his expression darkening.
The singing and dancing continued below; although the dancers were veiled, each had a graceful figure and enchanting charm that attracted many gazes. However, Murong Yan had no interest in watching and kept drinking cup after cup until he was soon tipsy. The Empress Dowager watched her son in this state with furrowed brows, while the Jin Wang's gaze shifted to the Empress Dowager before following her line of sight to Murong Yan. Seeing him like this made his eyes inevitably darken a few shades.
Consort Jin noticed the Jin Wang's gaze and quickly raised her own cup with a polite smile towards Mu Changqing, saying, "The Jin Wang has worked hard for the nation; this palace will toast to you with His Majesty."
She looked up at Murong Yan, who reluctantly raised his cup. Mu Changqing met her gaze, pressed his lips together slightly, raised his cup in acknowledgment, and drank it all in one go.
After finishing his drink, Murong Yan placed his cup on the table and said lightly, "For so many years of hard work for the nation by my elder brother, one cup is simply not enough. I will toast my elder brother three cups to thank him for his tireless efforts over the years. Without my elder brother, there would be no stability in the Exiled Nation today."
After speaking, he signaled Jinghao to refill his cup. Jinghao did not dare to be negligent and stepped forward to fill it up for him.
His Highness Mu Changqing raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Your Majesty is being too serious."
He downed his drink in one gulp.
One cup after another, after three cups, Mu Fengyan was already struggling to hold on. He supported his forehead, sitting there with a look of being unable to handle the alcohol.
Mu Changqing glanced over, just about to speak, when suddenly there was a "clang" as a dish shattered on the ground, right next to Mu Changqing, in the spot that originally belonged to Yin Luo.
Huairui's face turned pale, frightened, she hurriedly knelt down, trembling all over, and said in a quivering voice, "This servant deserves to die; I beg Prince Jin for mercy!"
Mu Fengyan raised his gaze and looked down at the scene, quickly understanding what had happened. His expression changed slightly. The closest to Mu Changqing was King Qing Mu Li, who lifted his eyes to glance at Mu Changqing's unpredictable expression and said to Huairui, "Why are your hands and feet so clumsy? Do you not want your head anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Huairui's face turned even paler!
She was already nervous; just now her sleeve had accidentally knocked over the dishware without her noticing. Now she realized she had really caused a great disaster. Thinking about how she might soon be facing death made her feel completely weak as she said, "Please forgive me, my lord; I... I was careless for a moment..."
"Careless? Is that something you can afford to be?" Mu Changqing did not speak. The Empress Dowager beside him coldly glared at Huairui and said, "Someone, drag this ignorant maid out and beat her to death. Such carelessness cannot be tolerated in the palace!"
Huairui immediately collapsed on the ground, her face as pale as paper.
Jinghao frowned as he watched two palace maids rush in from outside to drag Huairui away. However, Mu Fengyan, who had been supporting his forehead and was tipsy, suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
The two palace maids were taken aback at the same time and looked up at Prince Jin.
Mu Changqing's gaze deepened as he looked up at Mu Fengyan and asked, "Does Your Majesty have something to say?"
Mu Fengyan put down his hand, stood up, and reached out to one side. Li An De immediately extended his hand to support him. He then walked step by step down from the hall and stood in front of Mu Changqing. "Isn't it just a broken plate? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for reunion. Does Prince Jin really want to ruin everyone's mood over this?"
Mu Changqing gazed into Mu Fengyan's eyes. In just a year, he had grown quite a bit and was now almost at his height.
"The Emperor says to let it go, so let it go," Mu Changqing said, glancing at the two palace attendants. They understood and quickly retreated.
Mu Fengyan looked down at Huairui and asked, "What is your name?"
Having escaped death, Huairui was already feeling weak and drenched in sweat. Hearing this, she hurriedly straightened her body and said, "I... I am Huairui, a newly entered palace maid. I thank the Emperor for sparing my life."
"From now on, you will follow me," Mu Fengyan declared.
After saying this, he gracefully walked back to his seat, but the expressions of those in the hall changed.
"Your Majesty, there are many palace maids in the palace. This Huairui is clumsy; why not choose another?" Consort Jin said with a smile. Mu Fengyan shot her a cold glance and raised his eyes to look down at the hall, pointing at Huairui. "I want her! Not only do I want her, but I also want her to be my woman!"
Huairui was stunned and couldn't react. Consort Jin's expression froze, and the Empress Dowager's face turned pale as she instinctively looked at Mu Changqing. The gazes of everyone else also fell on Mu Changqing.
He wore a mask, making it impossible to see his expression. All that could be seen was his long fingers lightly tapping the edge of the wine cup as he turned it in his hand. After a long while, he smiled and said, "Since it is what the Emperor desires, then I shall naturally comply."
He looked down at the hall and commanded, "Someone take her away, give her a wash-up; she will serve in bed tonight."
Immediately, palace attendants came to take Huairui away. This turn of events was truly sudden.
Quietly lowering his gaze, he calmly held onto the wine jug while standing aside. Seeing that Mu Changqing showed no signs of objection, Mu Fengyan looked around the hall for a moment before shaking his hand and saying, "Forget it; enjoy yourselves; I cannot drink anymore..."
He had not finished speaking when he suddenly swayed and fell over. Fortunately, Li An De was quick to catch him.
Consort Jin also came over to help him, but he pushed her hand away and said, "You don't need to help. Stay at the banquet and keep watch for me..."
Consort Jin showed a helpless expression and could only return to her seat as instructed.
Li An De exerted a lot of effort to help Mu Fengyan up. Just as he was about to exit through the side door, Mu Fengyan suddenly fell again while passing by Jinghao.
Jinghao instinctively reached out to pull him, and when Mu Changqing looked up and met her gaze, he froze for a moment. Unconsciously, he stood up from the ground, pushed Li An De away, and leaned entirely on Jinghao, staring at her and saying, "You take me!"
Jinghao was taken aback, and Li An De hurriedly stepped forward to take the wine jug from Jinghao's hand, saying, "Hurry up, don't let His Majesty fall."
Only then did Jinghao react, quickly supporting Mu Fengyan as they left.
Li An De followed closely behind, always ready to protect him, fearing that Mu Fengyan would fall again.
After a long struggle, they finally arrived at Qinghua Palace. However, Mu Fengyan directly blocked Li An De's way and pointed at him, saying, "You wait outside! If I don't call you, you are not allowed to come in!"
He was inebriated. Li An De did not dare to disobey the Imperial Decree and replied with a "Yes," then looked at Jinghao and said, "Be careful attending to His Majesty. If anything happens to him, it will cost you your head!"
Jinghao respectfully answered with a "Yes," before helping Mu Fengyan inside.
Qinghua Palace was resplendent; after all, it was the emperor's sleeping quarters and surprisingly spacious.
They had not yet reached the inner hall when Jinghao was still supporting Mu Fengyan. However, just as they approached the first carved pillar, the originally drunken Mu Fengyan suddenly turned his hand over and pressed her against the pillar without any explanation. He lowered his head and kissed her lips while his palm reached toward her front and forcefully tore at her Palace Attire, leaving her exposed.
Jinghao suddenly pushed him away, turned her head, and her voice became a bit heavier: "Your Majesty!"
Mu Fengyan's gaze suddenly turned cold as he grabbed her face and said, "It is your honor that I have taken an interest in you. Rest assured, after tonight, I will give you the status you deserve."
After saying this, he leaned down without hesitation and directly picked up Jinghao, ignoring her struggles and refusing to let go until they reached the inner chamber. He placed her on the dragon bed and then pressed down on her.
However, he clearly missed.
Mu Fengyan turned around and glared at Jinghao: "What? Even a mere Palace Maid dares to defy me?"
Jinghao glanced at him, her eyes suddenly turning icy as she stared at Mu Fengyan: "How long does Your Majesty intend to make a scene?"
"A scene?" Mu Fengyan smirked, his expression revealing a hint of frostiness. "What? Does everyone think I am making a scene? Let me tell you, I am not making a scene; I want you to be my woman tonight!"
After saying this, he stood up again, reached out to pull Jinghao, and pressed her back down without giving her a chance to resist, kissing her lips and forbidding any further struggle!
Jinghao couldn't break free, her brows furrowed tightly. Mu Fengyan held her hands firmly, rendering her unable to move, while his feet pressed down just right.
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