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"Empress Mother, your kindness is overwhelming." Murong Xiyan smiled somewhat unnaturally, wondering why the Empress Mother had been acting increasingly strange lately.
"Young Master Mu should come along too," the Empress said softly.
Hibiscus nodded slightly, puzzled as to how this Empress knew his name. "Empress Mother, do you know my fiancé?"
"No, your fiancé told me that a handsome man lived here, and I guessed it was you at first glance." Saying this, she thought he would realize my exceptional wisdom, right?
Hibiscus shook his head. Would Gusu really praise him? Murong Xiyan was even more confused. Would Gusu Yue Rong admit that other men were handsome? While they each had their own thoughts, a sharp scream echoed from inside the room: "Let me go!" Then the doors and windows shattered with a loud crash, and the Empress's female guards and attendants flew out of the broken wooden windows, landing in the courtyard with continuous cries of pain.
"Yue Rong, don't come out! We can't meet seven days before the wedding," Murong Xiyan shouted loudly while turning away.
If you don’t come out and we don’t meet, that lecherous Empress Mother wants to break us apart. Gusu Yue Rong awkwardly sat in a chair.
"Empress Mother, Yue Rong and I are about to get married. It’s inappropriate for us to enter the palace together and ruin your mood; I deserve to die a thousand deaths for that."
You deserve to die a thousand deaths, the Empress smiled lightly. "My child! It's fine! If you don't go, it doesn't matter; Young Master Mu will accompany me."
"Empress Mother, please do not be angry. I will definitely stay by your side."
Hibiscus glanced at the shattered wooden house. In this ordinary life in Gusu, he was so shy but showed such explosive energy at critical moments. But what did this Empress want with Gusu?
"Your Majesty, I have a question," Hibiscus said, his voice as gentle as jade and as refreshing as a gentle breeze. The Empress couldn't help but be captivated.
"You may speak freely."
"Your Majesty and Princess, I must confess that I am not a subject of the Murong Dynasty. May I ask how I can return to the Western Desert of Ximing?"
"I see," Murong Xiyan thought to herself, no wonder he seemed so special. What is the outside world like?
The Empress was not surprised and simply waved her hand. "Since you are here, you might as well settle in. This place is so wonderful, why would you want to leave?"
"Does my husband truly wish to depart?" Murong Xiyan asked, a smile playing on her lips.
Hibiscus nodded slightly.
"Empress Mother, are we preparing to return to the palace?"
"Let’s go. Young Master Mu, the only things you wish to know are known only to me."
The Golden Throne, surrounded by beautiful companions, could not escape the grasp of this young man.
"Young Master Mu, if you are willing to stay, I would gladly give you the throne and this country. I want to be by your side," He Huan said earnestly, her expression unusually serious. She genuinely liked this extraordinary man.
"Empress Mother, this..." Murong Xiyan was shocked! Their Murong Family had guarded this dynasty for generations, yet her Empress Mother was now so casually considering giving it away.
"What does it matter? Do you have any objections?"
"I have no objections, I will take my leave first."
"Your Majesty, my heart belongs elsewhere," he said awkwardly. He had never encountered such a direct woman before.
"I will make you like me." He Huan said firmly, she was the favored child of heaven, and there was nothing she could not obtain!
"I take my leave." Hibiscus smiled lightly. He had seen life-and-death situations, and he had also witnessed the brilliance of the Lingxiang Princess, but the presence of the Empress truly left him at a loss.
"Murong Xiyan." As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, he saw Murong Xiyan standing outside.
Murong Xiyan looked at Hibiscus approaching and really wanted to shout, 'I am speechless.'
"Murong Xiyan, I will not take this Territory." Hibiscus said with a smile. He had read historical records that the Murong Dynasty had a long history, truly worthy of being remembered for generations.
"That's a joke." Murong Xiyan replied directly, "I don't know what has happened to the Empress Mother."
"However, speaking of which, if you want to leave the Murong Dynasty, only my Empress Mother can do it."
"How so?"
"I don't know. The people of the Murong can only live and die within Murong; only the Empress can be guided out."
"Guided?"
"This is something not known to others; only the Empress knows the details. I only know this much, Hibiscus. It was a pleasure to meet you." Murong Xiyan unconsciously pressed his hand on Hibiscus's shoulder.
"It's nothing." Hibiscus smiled lightly. Sigh... how could this man’s shallow smile be so captivating?
The two chatted as they walked until they reached the Art Institute, where Murong Xiyan waved goodbye under the setting sun.
"Hey! Where's the princess?" Yue Rong asked from behind the door.
"Why don't you look for yourself?" Hibiscus teased.
"We're getting married, and we can't see each other for seven days." So he could only listen to her voice from behind the door.
"Gusu, you performed well today." Hibiscus nodded, recalling how Gusu had fought against a hundred opponents.
"Why are you suddenly praising someone?" Yue Rong's ears turned slightly red; he could be shy and proud. However, compared to the time when Mu Zhe's entire family was wiped out, this was nothing.
Hibiscus rubbed his arms; he decided not to praise him anymore—here it comes again!
The dusk spread across the sky, and the setting sun looked like blood.
"The princess has been gone for an hour," Yue Rong began counting the hours on his fingers.
"What’s so interesting about this boring history?" After counting the hours, he stared blankly at the tea leaves in his cup.
"Just passing the time."
"Eh?" Yue Rong exclaimed softly. A small white flower quietly bloomed in the tea cup before him. "This is Evening Primrose, just like Wife's name."
Hibiscus looked up and saw a small white flower slowly opening in Yue Rong's white porcelain cup.
"This flower is as beautiful as Wife," Yue Rong smiled as he held up the tea cup. He wanted to plant this little flower and give it to Wife on their wedding day. He had been worried about not having any meaningful gifts since he had already sent his rib early, but now everything was fine, and he couldn't help but smile broadly.
Three days passed quietly. Every day, the Empress invited Hibiscus to the palace for companionship, but Hibiscus politely declined each time. Yue Rong carefully watered his Evening Primrose every day, as tomorrow was his wedding day, and he wanted to hold this beautiful Evening Primrose to marry his Wife.
"Stop watering it; your flower is..." Hibiscus couldn't help but wonder. This little flower was truly remarkable; in Gusu, it had been watered thirteen times in a single day, yet it still hadn't died.
Just then, the Empress sent someone with a message: "The Emperor decrees that if Young Master Mu wishes to leave, the Emperor will wait for you at Bimu Mountain."
"Gusu, go out for a bit. Don't water that flower anymore. It really will drown," Hibiscus said as she picked up her Jade Flute and followed the maid out.
"Hmph!" Yue Rong ignored her and continued watering. In half an hour, the Evening Primrose would bloom again. If it wasn't well-fed and well-watered, how could it have the strength to blossom?
At the foot of Bimu Mountain, the Empress awaited in splendid attire, stunningly beautiful.
"Young Master Mu, are you really going to leave?"
Hibiscus nodded.
"Then tomorrow, Ling Bo will escort you away. Would you stay with me a while longer?"
Hibiscus shook her head. "Your Majesty, I still need to bid farewell to my friends."
Hibiscus turned to leave and passed by the Moat when suddenly a chilling wind blew. She looked up and saw a figure glowing faintly drifting over the river; that figure was none other than Murong Xiyan!
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