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After lunch, the sky remained gloomy, and the snow seemed to have intensified since the morning. All that could be seen was the palace draped in silver, as if the heavens and earth had merged into one. Thoughts of Xia Ziqian occupied my mind, leaving little room to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
Although Mur had inquired several times during this period, each attempt returned empty-handed. Finally, unable to suppress the anxiety bubbling within, I called Ziyue and instructed her briefly before letting Mur help me change my clothes. Once everything was ready, I stepped outside.
At that moment, Zhang Deli was already waiting outside. Although everyone felt troubled at her appearance, they still respectfully bowed to her. However, Mu Junqi had no mind for such formalities and simply said, "Go to Tianming Palace." After speaking, she sat down on the Phoenix Palanquin with Mur's assistance.
Even though it was Year-End, the bad weather made the vast palace eerily quiet, allowing the sound of birds to be heard clearly. Yet to Mu Junqi's ears, it only added to her irritation.
After a long while, they arrived at Tianming Palace. Li Fusheng, who had been waiting outside, was giving instructions to a young eunuch when he noticed Mu Junqi and was momentarily taken aback. Nevertheless, he quickly bowed and said, "Empress, may you have peace and longevity."
"There's no need for formalities. Please inform him that this palace has matters to discuss," she replied.
Li Fusheng hurriedly responded, "Your Highness, saying that would be too much for this servant. It's just..." He glanced awkwardly inside the hall and lowered his head, unsure of how to proceed. Mu Junqi immediately understood and said, "It's fine; this palace will wait here." She truly stood aside after saying this.
Li Fusheng stood there in a dilemma, unsure of what to do. It was freezing outside; if she caught a chill, even having ten lives wouldn't be enough compensation. Yet thinking of those inside only added to his uncertainty.
It was deep winter now; staying outside for too long made her feel numb all over. She couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably. Mur frowned and whispered, "Your Highness, why don't we go back first? If we stay here any longer, you will surely fall ill; it's just too cold."
Mu Junqi seemed not to hear him at all and continued to stare expressionlessly at the door. However, her trembling jaw and shivering body betrayed everything. Ziyue gently approached Mur and suggested, "How about I go back first and bring a heater for the Empress? If this continues, she won't be able to endure it."
Mur nodded in agreement. After Ziyue left, Li Fusheng finally spoke up: "Empress, why don't you go to the side hall for a while? Once His Majesty is done with his business, this servant will immediately inform you."
Yet Mu Junqi remained unmoved and quietly stated, "It's fine; this palace can endure." Anyone could hear the tremor in her voice as she spoke those words.
Everyone could only stand respectfully aside until a burst of silver bell-like laughter came from inside the hall. Everyone outside was taken aback, but Li Fusheng cautiously glanced at Mu Junqi, only to find no trace of sadness in her eyes.
At that moment, a pleasant male voice came from within the hall, "Li Fusheng, bring in another Heater."
Li Fusheng quickly responded and walked inside. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Mo Xiao Li lying on a soft couch, with Consort Qian delicately reclining beside him. The two were chatting and laughing. Li Fusheng lowered his head and approached the Heater, adding another one.
Mo Xiao Li casually asked, "Who is outside?"
Li Fusheng immediately bowed and replied, "Replying to Your Majesty, the Empress has matters to report and has been waiting for an hour."
Upon hearing this, Mo Xiao Li felt a pang in his heart, while Consort Qian subtly glared towards the outside before gently peeling a longan and feeding it to Mo Xiao Li. Just when Li Fusheng thought the Emperor would not react, he coldly said, "Today I will see no one. If she does not return, let her wait outside."
After saying this, he ignored Li Fusheng. Consort Qian smugly said, "Your Majesty, let me peel another longan for you," glancing at Li Fusheng to signal him to leave quickly.
Meanwhile, Mu Junqi had heard everything clearly from inside the hall. With a faint smile on her lips, she continued to stand there. After Li Fusheng came out and reported back, she simply said lightly, "In that case, this Palace will wait here today." Ignoring everyone's advice, she continued to stand her ground.
Mo Xiao Li understood her well; he knew she had not left yet. However, thinking that she had hurried over for another man made his heart feel heavy. He could only smile helplessly and continue to play around with Consort Qian.
The weather worsened in the afternoon; the wind blowing directly at them felt bone-chilling. Although Ziyue brought over another cloak, her body was already numb and felt nothing. Yet she was unwilling to back down; it seemed that if she returned today, she would never be able to hold her head high in front of him again.
The cold wind mixed with snowflakes poured down her neck and blew against everyone present. In fact, everyone here except Mur was complaining about Mu Junqi; if it weren't for her, they wouldn't have to suffer here. Mur felt a deep sense of pity and stood aside unsure of what to do. He had long understood his master's temperament; once she set her mind on something, no one could shake her resolve.
Just when everyone thought they would have to wait indefinitely, the heavy door was finally opened from within. Everyone looked inside together and saw Mo Xiao Li enter; they all knelt down to pay their respects. However, Mu Junqi had been standing for too long and had lost feeling from the cold. She intended to bow but suddenly fell to the ground, kneeling there helplessly.
Mo Xiao Li looked coldly and walked to Mu Junqi's side, saying in a low voice, "Did I not say that I do not wish to see anyone today? Does the Empress not understand my words?"
Mu Junqi felt her face freeze, and after moving her lips a few times, she could not say anything. She could only raise her eyes and stare intently into Mo Xiao Li's eyes. Finally, Mo Xiao Li helplessly ordered someone to help her up and then said, "I do not wish to say anything today; you may go back." After speaking, he coughed a few times.
Mu Junqi felt an indescribable sensation the moment she saw Mo Xiao Li. Thinking of Xia Ziqian's uncertain fate made her feelings of hatred even stronger. "Consort... Consort has something to say today."
"I told you to go back!" Mo Xiao Li suddenly shouted, then coldly said to Zhang Deli in front of him, "Take the Empress back to the palace!" After saying that, he turned to leave, but at that moment, Mu Junqi knelt down again and pleaded, "Please."
Turning around in shock, he saw Mu Junqi looking at him with tears glistening in her eyes. Since the moment he met her, he had never seen her cry over anything. At that moment, he felt his heart skip a beat, staring at her tightly, feeling an indescribable pain in his heart.
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