PPRW Chapter 638

~ Mu Yunyao, the One Who Earns the Family Fortune ~

After Yu Wangfei escorted Noble Consort Qi back to her palace, the two of them remained inside for a long time. No one knew what mother and son discussed, and no one dared mention Wen Lixiao’s name again.

When Mu Yunyao later went to offer New Year greetings to Noble Consort Qi, she noticed that aside from her slightly reddened eyes, the Consort’s expression appeared perfectly normal. The red envelope she handed out was especially generous.

On the way back, Jin Lan held her curiosity in for quite a while before finally giving in. “Miss, do you think Noble Consort Qi already knows about the death of that Qin musician?”

“The palace isn’t that large, and news travels quickly. It would be difficult for her not to know.”

“Then… then… isn’t she sad?”

Mu Yunyao looked up at the sky. It seemed like it might snow again soon, since the weather had been gloomy for days. “So many years have passed—everything has already changed beyond recognition. Even if she feels sorrow, what good would it do?”

Time was the cruelest thing in the world. No matter how deep love once was or what promises were made, in the end, it could only become a beautiful memory that would never come back.

Jin Lan sighed softly, feeling a vague melancholy. “It really makes one reflect…”

Mu Yunyao suddenly smiled. “I heard that not long ago, Yu Heng gave you an ice lantern?”

Jin Lan looked up, her expression turning strange as she shook her head. “Miss, that wasn’t an ice lantern—it was an ice lump! A round block of ice with a hollow carved out in the middle for a candle. If you dropped it, it could smash a pit in the ground!”

Mu Yunyao couldn’t help laughing. “That Yu Heng really doesn’t understand romance. The first gift he gives a young lady is a chunk of ice? One day, I’ll have Yue Wang punish him.”

Jin Lan’s cheeks reddened immediately. “Miss, it’s nothing serious. How could someone be punished over such a small matter?” Even though it was just a lump of ice, once the candle was lit inside, it sparkled quite beautifully.

“Who told him to be so unromantic—giving a block of ice and making our Jin Lan unhappy?”

“Miss!” Realizing Mu Yunyao was teasing her, Jin Lan blushed even deeper. “Please don’t make fun of me.”

“Jin Lan, you’ve been by my side for many years. Though we are mistress and servant, our affection is like that of sisters. Other people’s feelings always inspire reflection, but what love truly tastes like must be experienced personally. I spoke with Yue Wang about this earlier—we want to find good matches for you and Jin Qiao. Many of Yue Wang’s subordinates are decent men. If you feel there is fate, you can get to know one another.”

Jin Lan’s cheeks grew even redder. “Miss… this servant will follow whatever arrangements Miss makes.”

Hearing that, Mu Yunyao instantly understood her thoughts. “No hurry. I think Yu Heng is having quite a good time coaxing you. Let him struggle a little longer.”

After completing the rounds of New Year greetings on the first day of the year and returning to Yuhua Palace, Mu Yunyao felt as if her legs no longer belonged to her. She lazily leaned against the couch with her eyes closed to rest, and before long, sleepiness overtook her.

Jin Lan covered her with a blanket and quietly stepped back toward the door. Just as she reached it, Yue Wang stood straight outside and quickly curtsied.

Yue Wang gestured for silence and quietly stepped into the side hall.

The room was warmed by glowing charcoal braziers. The moment Yue Wang entered, he smelled the gentle sweetness of Suhe Zinuan incense (a refined lotus-blend fragrance), the same scent Mu Yunyao carried. It was intoxicating.

He crouched beside her and gazed at her soft, jade-like face, flushed faintly pink. His throat moved involuntarily.

Yue Wang reached out and put his hand beside the couch. Just then, Mu Yunyao stirred in her sleep and turned slightly, shifting to the side—pressing his hand underneath her.

Yue Wang held his breath right away. It felt like he was holding a piece of soft tofu. The warm, smooth feeling under his hand sent a tingling numbness up his arm.

Suddenly, Mu Yunyao opened her eyes, mischief dancing in her eyes. “If I hadn’t woken up, Fourth Master—were you planning to stay frozen like that forever?”

Seeing those lively eyes, Yue Wang couldn’t help but lower his head to kiss her forehead. “You naughty girl.”

A lock of Yue Wang’s hair fell forward onto Mu Yunyao’s chest. She reached up and caught it, winding it around her fingers playfully. Wrinkling her nose, she narrowed her eyes at him. “How am I naughty?”

Yue Wang couldn’t resist pressing her down lightly against the couch and leaning in to kiss her. This time, he did not deliberately avoid it—his lips landed directly on her soft pink ones.

Mu Yunyao’s eyes widened. Feeling the warmth on her lips, she unconsciously ran her tongue across them.

The small pink tip of her tongue brushed over his lips, soft as flower petals. Yue Wang stared, stunned, and had to try hard not to kiss her again. His ears turned red as he cleared his throat. “Were you deliberately teasing me today?”

Mu Yunyao blinked innocently. Seeing Yue Wang’s awkward expression only made her more mischievous. “What does Fourth Master mean? I don’t understand.”

“This morning when I came to pay New Year’s respects, you asked me for a red envelope.”

“Of course. Fourth Master is my uncle—shouldn’t you give me one?”

Yue Wang’s dissatisfaction deepened. “I am your husband!”

Mu Yunyao smiled and pressed her lips together. “Fine—my husband. Then it’s only natural for my husband to give me money so I can support the household.”

Yue Wang bent down and kissed her again. Her lips felt like the sweetest honey in the world, and just one taste was enough to haunt him forever. “Mm.”

It was natural for a husband to contribute to the household… but unfortunately, he seemed to have very little money. In fact, he even owed Yunyao quite a bit of silver. That was… somewhat awkward.

“Yao’er… I… I don’t seem to have much money…”

Mu Yunyao burst into laughter. She pulled Yue Wang’s hand to her waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding off the couch and onto him.

Yue Wang had been crouching on the floor. With Mu Yunyao suddenly moving onto him, he lost his balance and fell backward. Fortunately, he held her tightly to protect her as they landed.

“Yao’er…”

Mu Yunyao lay on top of him, cupping his handsome face and planting a quick kiss on his lips with a cheerful pop.

“Don’t worry,” she said brightly. “Even if Fourth Master has no money to support the family, I won’t dislike you.”

Yue Wang’s ears turned bright red, though his gaze softened deeply. “As long as Yao’er doesn’t dislike me, I will stay by your side forever.”

“Then it’s settled. As long as I don’t let go, you’re not allowed to leave. Even if someone tries to pull you away, you must cling stubbornly to my side.”

Yue Wang laughed, starlight shining in his eyes. “Alright. Even if someone tries to pull me away, I won’t go.”

The two of them lingered like that for quite some time before finally getting up from the floor.

Mu Yunyao didn’t bother smoothing the wrinkled hem of her skirt. Instead, she took Yue Wang’s hand and pulled him to the table to sit.

“Didn’t you just finish the New Year visits? Why didn’t you leave the palace?”

“I didn’t feel like dealing with those people, so I stayed to keep you company.”

“Don’t the court officials all know your temperament? Would anyone still come bother you?” Mu Yunyao’s eyes flickered with sudden realization, recalling the scene from the previous night’s banquet. “Don’t tell me the Beijiang envoys went to your residence?”

Yue Wang nodded, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes. “Yes. After hearing that I helped you draw the map at last night’s banquet, those envoys came to my residence during the New Year to pry for information.”

Mu Yunyao smiled faintly. “Their guess wasn’t wrong.”

The map really had been drawn with Yue Wang’s help. But trying to get information from him was completely pointless.

“Alright.”

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Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 637

~ Only for You to See ~

The map Mu Yunyao had presented was like a massive stone pressing heavily upon the hearts of the Beijiang envoys. They secretly resolved to investigate whether the Dali Dynasty truly possessed a detailed map of Beijiang. Otherwise, once they returned home, they feared they would lose sleep for many nights.

Seeing the envoys’ uneasy expressions, the officials of the Dali Dynasty smiled faintly, their eyes full of pride. Their mutual dislike of Beijiang had lasted for years. Seeing the Beijiang envoys so unsettled made the officials feel they could enjoy an extra bowl of rice tonight.

The Emperor kept a pleased expression, and his smile only faded slowly after the banquet ended.

The officials departed one after another, and the Beijiang envoys were escorted out of the palace. Silence fell over the grand hall. Mu Yunyao glanced at Noble Consort Qi kneeling on the floor and quietly asked Grand Princess Yide, “Grandmother, should we withdraw first?”

“There’s no need. Stay and listen. Though these are old matters, much of the future will rest upon your shoulders. It is good to understand more.”

Noble Consort Qi knelt on the ground. The phoenix hairpin atop her head hung, its long tassels brushing the floor, their brilliance somewhat dimmed.

Yu Wang and Yu Wangfei knelt behind her with their heads down, not daring to speak.

The Emperor leaned against the dragon throne, his gaze unusually deep. “Wanyan, you’ve been in the palace for many years. I know you carry a knot in your heart, but I don’t think I’ve treated you badly.”

Hearing the Emperor call her by name, Noble Consort Qi’s shoulders trembled slightly. “Your Majesty has treated this consort very well.”

“Since you know this, then you should also understand the proper boundaries.” A trace of anger entered the Emperor’s tone.

Noble Consort Qi raised her head, tears streaming endlessly down her face. “Your Majesty, though Li Xiao and I once had a marriage agreement, we have never overstepped propriety. Your Majesty should know this better than anyone. If I had ever been disloyal to Your Majesty, my father would never have sent me into the palace.”

“The Duke of Wei’s loyalty is something I understand clearly. Naturally, I do not doubt him. As for you—if I did not trust you, would you still be kneeling here safely, shedding tears?”

Noble Consort Qi froze, her tears falling even more fiercely. “Your Majesty… this consort has failed you.”

She remembered the moment she had first entered the palace. The Emperor had been young then, his bearing spirited and noble beyond compare, yet his gaze was particularly calm and upright. He had told her, If you are unwilling, I will allow you to leave the palace after one year. Her heart had pounded wildly at those words. But later, he had been schemed against, and the two of them shared a night of intimacy. It was that single night that led to her conceiving Junyu—and so she remained in the palace for many years.

The Emperor let out a heavy sigh. “Wanyan, rise. You are now my Noble Consort and Junyu’s mother. You no longer have the freedom to act on impulse. I’ve had Wen Lixiao kept in the palace. You may see him one last time. After today, you must let go of the past. Don’t shed another tear for those old memories.”

He deeply loved the Empress and understood the pain of longing. It was because he measured others by his own heart that he had not been overly harsh.

Noble Consort Qi bowed deeply, kowtowing respectfully. “This Consort thanks Your Majesty for your kindness. However… it will not be necessary. Your Majesty has already said those matters belong to the past. Since they are past, there is no need to dwell upon them any longer. The glimpse earlier was already enough.”

In truth, she was a selfish woman. She could not cast everything aside for love alone. She had to consider the Qi family and plan for Junyu’s future. With so many matters weighing upon her mind, there was simply no room left to indulge in a love that was destined to bear no fruit.

Grand Princess Yide’s eyes shifted slightly, the tight line of her lips easing a little. Fortunately, Nobke Consort Qi had not allowed old emotions to cloud her judgment and do something that might harm Junyu. The Crown Prince of the Dali Dynasty was concerned about the empire’s fate. He must remain flawless. If the mother of a future Crown Prince failed to understand her place, the rear palace might once again accumulate another debt of blood.

Yu Wang and Yu Wangfei helped Consort Qi stand up.

The Emperor spoke again. “Yu Wangfei is with child—she should focus on proper rest. I will instruct the imperial physicians to care for you. Return first to Liyang Palace. Let Junyu escort Noble Consort Qi back.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

After bidding farewell to the Emperor and the Grand Princess, Yu Wang supported Consort Qi as they headed toward the inner palace.

Mu Yunyao slowed her steps slightly, walking beside Yue Wang. As they exited the hall, the candlelight revealed what appeared to be bloodstains on the ground. She called Eunuch Li over.

“Eunuch Li, this blood on the floor?”

Eunuch Li glanced down and quickly ordered the attendants to clean it up. “Thank you for the reminder, Princess. The blood was left by that Qin musician earlier.”

“The Emperor previously said he would keep that musician in the palace. Where is he now?”

“Replying to Princess—just after leaving the hall, that musician vomited a mouthful of blood. We did not have time to report it, so we first summoned the imperial physicians. After examining him, they said he had been poisoned. He has already passed away. Since it is the New Year and we did not wish to disturb His Majesty with such ill news, we have yet to report it. This servant has been quite troubled over it.”

“Poisoned?” Mu Yunyao frowned. Thinking of Ling Wang’s furious expression earlier, a chill rose from the depths of her heart.

“Yes. The physicians said he had taken duanchang grass—‘heartbreak herb,’ a deadly poison. When it takes effect, the pain is unbearable, but if the antidote is taken in time, it will not be fatal. Unfortunately, though the physicians brought the antidote, the musician refused to take it and endured the agony until he died.”

Mu Yunyao exchanged a glance with Yue Wang, worry flashing across her eyes. “I understand. Thank you, Eunuch Li.”

“Princess is too courteous. This servant will take his leave.”

Seeing that Mu Yunyao’s expression remained troubled, Yue Wang took her hand and led her forward. “Yao’er, do you want to go see that Wen Lixiao?”

Mu Yunyao was taken aback. Hearing Yue Wang’s question, she hesitated. “Does Fourth Master wish to involve himself in this matter? It concerns the previous generation, and judging by the Emperor’s mood earlier, it might not be appropriate for us to interfere.”

Yue Wang turned to look at her. “Your expression looked troubled. I thought you were upset.”

Mu Yunyao burst into laughter. “Fourth Master is overthinking it. Seeing what happened today did leave me with many thoughts, but not enough to make me meddle in someone else’s affairs.” She had never been a particularly warmhearted person.

Yue Wang tightened his grip on her hand. “As long as you’re happy, it doesn’t matter—even if it means meddling.”

Mu Yunyao’s smile grew sweeter. She lifted his hand and slowly interlaced their fingers. “There are countless matters in this world. How could anyone manage them all? Being able to know and stay with Fourth Master without regrets is already enough for me.”

Yue Wang lowered his gaze to look at her. In his deep eyes, it seemed as though countless tiny stars were shimmering.

Mu Yunyao found herself staring, momentarily entranced. Seeing no one around, she quickly reached out and gave his face a playful stroke, grinning like a cat that had just stolen a bite of cream. “Fourth Master is truly handsome.”

Yue Wang’s ears turned red. Watching Mu Yunyao tilt her head with her eyes narrowed in delight, he suddenly thought that if she had whiskers at the corners of her lips, she would look exactly like the mandarin cat he once raised.

“Then I will only let Yao’er see me,” he said softly. “And Yao’er is only allowed to look at me.”

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Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 636

~ Intimidating Beijiang ~

Palace attendants brought in a tall frame covered in red silk. It looked like a screen, but its size made it stand out as especially grand and impressive.

Mu Yunyao stepped forward and pulled away the silk in one swift motion. Everyone focused their eyes on it, and surprise immediately spread across their faces.

What she had presented was indeed a screen, but an extraordinarily tall one. Its surface held a pale jade tone, giving off a cool shine as if it had been carved from real jade. Instead of the usual patterns or flower embroidery design, it showed an exquisitely detailed map.

The map was magnificent in scale, yet rich in detail. Mountains, rivers, plateaus, plains, cities, and roads were embroidered across the territory of the Dali Dynasty in different-colored threads. Next to the map were several great characters, sharp and forceful as if cut by axe and chisel—

Map of the Dali Dynasty’s Territory!

The Emperor stood up and stepped down from the dais. He stared at the map in amazement. “Yunyao, this map…” The Dali Dynasty was so large that most people could not name all its prefectures and provinces, let alone create such a topographical rendering of such complexity.

Mu Yunyao smiled and said, “In answer to Your Majesty, I have been preparing this gift for over a year. Yue Wang helped me with it. We consulted people from various regions who were skilled in river works, water management, and the lay of the land, and we also searched through a great number of books and records before piecing it together little by little. Your Majesty is wise and sagely, and under your rule, all is peaceful beneath heaven. I offer this territorial map at the year-end banquet, hoping the Dali Dynasty will have lasting peace, and that Your Majesty will have blessings and a long life.”

The officials hurried to their feet and declared in unison, “May the Dali Dynasty enjoy everlasting peace, and may Your Majesty have blessings and long life!”

The Emperor stood before the map, looking at the vast lands of the Dali Dynasty, and a surge of pride rose in his heart. “Good! Yao’er, you truly put a lot of thought into this.”

Yu Wang stepped forward at just the right moment and praised her, “Yunyao claimed her gift was too modest to present, but if a gift like this is considered unworthy, then the rest of our gifts might as well be tossed out onto the street.”

The Emperor nodded, looking at Mu Yunyao with even greater approval. “Yunyao, I must reward you properly. Tell me—what gift would you like? Feel free to say anything.”

“Your Majesty, I am getting married on the eighteenth day of the first month. Since you have offered a reward, then I will not stand on ceremony—please grant me more gold, silver, pearls, and jade for my dowry!”

She spoke honestly, her cheeks faintly flushed with pure delight, and the Emperor could not help laughing aloud. “I heard your grandmother opened her private treasury and let you take whatever you wanted. What is this? Are you planning to marry Junyue while bringing along an entire mountain of gold and silver?”

On one side, Yu Wang—rarely distracted from Min Fanghua even for a moment—found his thoughts turning to what Yue Wang had once said about how much silver Mu Yunyao could earn in a single year. He could not help nodding inwardly. Mu Yunyao was not bringing a mountain of gold and silver with her—she herself was a mountain of gold and silver! And one so vast you could not even see its peak.

Mu Yunyao’s cheeks turned even redder. “Your Majesty, no one ever complains that a dowry is too generous. With a rich dowry, you won’t be bullied by your husband’s family.”

“Rest assured. If Junyue ever dares to bully you, not just your grandmother—even I will stand up for you first.” The Emperor was deeply pleased with her gift. Seeing Mu Yunyao’s bright smile, he almost wished he had a daughter as clever and sweet as her. Still, having a delicate, exquisite young lady as a daughter-in-law was just as good.

The Beijiang envoys’ expressions turned stiff. They endured it for a moment, but in the end, one of them could not hold back. “Greetings, Princess Wenxian. I would like to ask the Princess a question, if I may?”

Mu Yunyao turned to look at the envoy who had spoken, her expression calm and distant. “What does the envoy want to ask?”

“Just now, I happened to glimpse one corner of the map. It seemed that the terrain of Beijiang was also shown there. But since the screen is limited in size, Beijiang’s map wasn’t fully displayed.”

Mu Yunyao looked at him with a puzzled expression, as though she truly did not understand his question. “What I presented to His Majesty is the Dali Dynasty’s territorial map, so naturally it displays the Dali Dynasty’s lands. If you wish for Beijiang to be embroidered on it as well, then you would have to ask His Majesty.”

A burst of quiet laughter ran through the officials nearby.

What Princess Wenxian said was excellent. To have Beijiang embroidered onto it would mean bringing it into the Dali Dynasty’s territory—in other words, Beijiang submitting itself. And not only would you have to request submission, whether it was accepted or not would still depend on His Majesty’s will. It was an answer that filled one’s heart with satisfaction.

The Beijiang envoy’s face grew darker. “Beijiang does not belong to the Dali Dynasty. That’s not what I meant…”

Mu Yunyao looked even more confused. “Then what did you want to ask me?”

“Princess Wenxian, just now there was one section on the map showing the border where Beijiang and the Dali Dynasty meet, and I noticed that part was rendered with exceptional detail…”

That envoy himself was highly skilled at observing terrain and landforms. He had seen that even a small branch stream in Beijiang was clearly marked on the map, and he was inwardly alarmed. He could not help secretly wondering whether the Dali Dynasty had only grasped the terrain of the border regions, or whether they held a complete understanding of the entirety of Beijiang’s geography. If it was the former, then perhaps it was merely a bluff, and there was no great cause for alarm. But if it was the latter, it was enough to make one’s scalp crawl.

When two nations went to war, marching and military formations relied upon timing, terrain, and human unity. Timing could not be controlled and could only be followed. Human unity depended on how well those in power could command hearts and minds, and there was rarely much difference in that regard. Only terrain could really be used to gain an advantage, and even become the deciding factor in victory.

Beijiang and the Dali Dynasty had fought many times before, but the conflicts always ended in a stalemate because the border region was obstructed by plateaus and mountains. No matter which side entered, it was easy to defend and hard to attack. It was the perfect ground for ambushes, making both sides wary of advancing too far. But if the Dali Dynasty possessed a detailed map of Beijiang, it would be like giving themselves a huge advantage and putting Beijiang in danger.

Mu Yunyao frowned slightly and signaled for the attendant nearby to cover the map again with the red silk. “So it turns out the envoy simply found fault with my embroidery. When I made it, I did not think so much of it. The Dali Dynasty’s map was so detailed that, for completeness and beauty, I added more detail to Beijiang’s map as well. Otherwise, if the Beijiang side were left completely blank, it would look too empty. Embroidery is like painting—blank space is important, but where you leave it matters. If it’s only at the edges and corners, it looks ugly.”

When the Beijiang envoy heard that, he was so frustrated that he nearly spat out blood. Who was asking about embroidery? Who wanted to discuss the art of blank space with her?

The Emperor’s eyes filled with amusement. “Yao’er truly has an ingenious mind. Men, take this territorial map to my Treasure Pavilion. Post heavy guards around it. No one is to approach it.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Yao’er, in recent years, I have collected quite a few pearl ornaments, jade, and precious stones. When the banquet is over, have them packed up and sent to you in several chests.”

Mu Yunyao was overjoyed and quickly knelt to thank him. “Thank you, Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live ten thousand years!”

“Rise. Let the banquet continue.”

The Beijiang envoy still wished to press further. Still, seeing that the ministers of the Dali Dynasty were already on their feet competing to offer toasts, he could only swallow his words back down unwillingly.

The Beijiang Princess lifted her eyes to look at Mu Yunyao, then glanced at Yue Wang, who met her gaze. Lowering her gaze slightly, she brushed her fingers lightly across the wine cup at her side.

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Incurable Chapter 61 Part 2

The day started off sweetly. Mu Wan hugged his waist from behind as Liu Qianxiu walked ahead. She rubbed her cheek against his back, softly whispering sweet nothings to him. His dark eyes, full of tenderness, caught the snowy light as he walked.

The villa’s kitchen looked a lot like the one in Liu Qianxiu’s Southwind apartment. It had an island in the center and a dining table. Mu Wan sat on a high stool, facing the window with the red heart.

She ate her food and laughed when she saw the heart. Liu Qianxiu handed her freshly warm glass of milk. Mu Wan took it and drank most of it with a smile. When she finished, she turned to him and asked, “Shall we go into town later?”

Since they were traveling, staying inside the villa didn’t sound fun. After seeing the snow, it seemed like a good idea to walk around town and experience the local culture.

“Sure,” Liu Qianxiu agreed.

The manager of Liu Qianxiu’s Finnish branch was quite considerate. While Liu Qianxiu and Mu Wan enjoyed their private time in the villa, he arranged for the driver and housekeeper to stay in the nearby town, just in case they were needed.

After contacting the driver, Liu Qianxiu was informed that the car would arrive in about twenty minutes. Finland’s snow season was long, and the locals had their ways of dealing with it. The car’s tires were fitted with chains to prevent slipping.

Even with the snow falling, it was still safe to drive.

The driver was Chinese but had lived in Finland for a long time and knew the area well. Finland is the home of Santa Claus, and even in small towns like this one, there were plenty of Christmas-themed shops and even a theme park with reindeer.

Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu got out of the car and strolled around the park. Mu Wan even took a photo with a reindeer. She had never celebrated Christmas before and didn’t care much for it initially, but now, immersed in the festive atmosphere, she found it charming.

After their walk in the park, Liu Qianxiu took Mu Wan to a small restaurant nearby.

This was likely the biggest restaurant in town. Although it wasn’t too crowded, it was exceptionally quiet. Finnish people generally didn’t enjoy much conversation, so everyone enjoyed their meals in a peaceful atmosphere.

People in Finland spoke both Finnish and Swedish. A waitress wearing traditional Finnish attire came over, and Mu Wan was about to ask if she spoke English, but Liu Qianxiu had already started conversing with her in Finnish.

“What would you like to eat?” Liu Qianxiu asked. He handed the menu to the waitress after signaling her to wait.

Mu Wan was surprised. “You order for me. I’m not picky.”

She had never eaten Finnish food before, so she didn’t know what to choose. Seeing how familiar Liu Qianxiu was with the situation, she trusted him to make the choice. She watched as he gave the waitress a brief response, and she nodded before leaving.

She had never eaten Finnish food before, so she didn’t know what to choose. Since Liu Qianxiu seemed comfortable with the situation, she let him decide. She watched as he spoke briefly to the waitress, who nodded and left.

Liu Qianxiu folded the menu and placed it aside. He looked up and saw Mu Wan gazing at him, her chin resting on her hands, her eyes blinking as she watched him. He took a sip of lemonade and asked, “What’s on your mind?”

“Can you speak Finnish?” Mu Wan was surprised. When they were in Austria, he spoke German, and now in Finland, he was speaking Finnish as well. Did the Liu family have branches in every country, and did he learned their languages?

“A little,” Liu Qianxiu replied.

His answer, “a little,” reminded her of a movie character who always said he “knew a bit” about everything. Even though he said it was just a little, it made her feel at ease.

Mu Wan’s heart melted again because of Liu Qianxiu.

She looked at him, and their eyes met. She smiled, her eyes shining as if they were sharing a secret.

“I have great taste,” Mu Wan said.

He didn’t understand her words right away, but when he looked at her, he could sense the meaning. He smiled faintly and reached out to pat her head. She let out a small “ah” as she smiled.

As she smiled, she felt a tug on her sleeve. Mu Wan looked down and saw a little boy, about three or four years old.

The little boy was white, with fair skin, round cheeks, long black lashes, and a pair of blue eyes like the starry sky.

It was the first time Mu Wan had seen such a beautiful little boy.

When she looked at him, the boy seemed to realize he had mistaken her for someone else. His parents hurried over and called his name.

Mu Wan didn’t understand Finnish, but the boy’s parents apologized for bothering her. She waved it off, and Liu Qianxiu translated as the parents apologized again before leaving.

“What’s his name?” Mu Wan asked, the boy’s name still echoing in her mind.

Liu Qianxiu repeated it. Mu Wan tried to say it, but couldn’t keep up. She gave up and asked, “What’s it called in Chinese?”

“Star Light,” Liu Qianxiu said. “In the north part of town, you can see auroras, and even when there aren’t any, the starlight is beautiful.”

“Is it because the starlight is so beautiful here that they named him that?” Mu Wan said, looking back at the little boy, the memory of his beautiful blue eyes lingered in her mind.

“Yes,” Liu Qianxiu answered.

“When we name our children, I want the name to have Chinese cultural meaning,” Mu Wan said suddenly, looking at Liu Qianxiu with hope. “You read a lot, so you should name our child.”

After she spoke, Mu Wan frowned. She realized she might be asking too much and hadn’t really thought it through.

“Let’s think about it when we’re home. Or else…”

“‘Lai Zhi,’” Liu Qianxiu said.

He interrupted her. She looked at him, her eyelashes fluttering. “That’s a boy’s name, isn’t it? What if it’s a girl?”

“An Zhi,” Liu Qianxiu said.

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Snow had fallen all night, quiet and gentle. After a long trip and a joyful evening, Mu Wan woke up feeling groggy. She curled up under the soft down blanket and opened her eyes to a world covered in white.

Liu Qianxiu was already awake. The bedroom was spacious, with a fireplace burning brightly. European-style sofas and a coffee table sat nearby, and a patterned carpet covered the floor.

He wasn’t on the sofa. Instead, he sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the carpet stretched out beneath a low table and two cushions. Wearing a green robe, Liu Qianxiu meditated in the morning light.

Outside, thick snow blanketed the mountains and forests, with bits of green showing through. He sat quietly, eyes half-closed and brows relaxed, like a peaceful painting.

Liu Qianxiu sat below her line of sight. Mu Wan shifted under the white down blanket to see him better. As she moved, his long lashes fluttered, and he opened his clear, dark eyes, glancing at the bed. Their eyes met, and he smiled.

“You’re awake?” Liu Qianxiu uncrossed his legs and stood up. He was tall and straight, rising with an easy, graceful posture.

“Mm.” Mu Wan watched him come closer, lying back and looking up at him. “The snow is really coming down.”

Liu Qianxiu got onto the bed and, with the blanket between them, pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair. They pressed close together, watching the snow outside.

The room was filled with the scent of incense, but it was nowhere near as pleasant as Liu Qianxiu’s scent. He carried the fresh fragrance of masculinity, mixed with sandalwood, evoking both desire and coldness.

They had nothing urgent to do. Since they woke up early and weren’t hungry, they stayed in bed watching the snow. Liu Qianxiu enjoyed the quiet, but Mu Wan grew restless. She turned her head, and when he looked at her, she gave him a quick kiss before turning away.

She couldn’t help but giggle for a moment, but when Liu Qianxiu realized what had happened, he held her shoulders, not letting her turn away. Instead, he slightly tilted his head, his breath close to her ear. Mu Wan’s heart skipped a beat when he nipped at her earlobe.

The action was neither too hard nor too soft, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, sending a tingle through her. She let out a small gasp and quickly tried to escape. But before she could move far, her body was held in place by him, and she laughed out loud. Liu Qianxiu kissed the back of her neck.

His warm lips pressed softly against her, and Mu Wan’s eyes shifted as a soft moan escaped her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Liu Qianxiu turned her to face him, their eyes meeting. His clear eyes softened as he spoke softly, “You were the one who provoked me first.”

Mu Wan caught the playful accusation and smiled. She turned to look at him. Liu Qianxiu was so handsome, she couldn’t help wanting to tease him.

“I was just teasing you. Is that not allowed?”

He listened quietly to her unreasonable explanation. Before she could finish speaking, he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her lips gently. The soft kiss made the remaining words of hers turn into whispers.

His dark eyes became unfocused for a moment, and Mu Wan couldn’t resist his sudden approach. Each time he did this, it felt like she was a torch drenched in honey and then set ablaze by him.

She laughed, burying her face in his chest, murmuring, “Liu Qianxiu, I’m hungry.”

They got up. Liu Qianxiu went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and Mu Wan, feeling a little bored after inspecting the villa, put on a down jacket and scarf and stepped outside.

The snow had stopped, and the sun had even come out. The brilliant white snow reflected the sunlight, illuminating everything.

Mu Wan stepped off the stairs, her snow boots sinking into the thick snow, which covered her heels. The snow was about four or five centimeters deep—just the right amount to step on comfortably.

The front of the villa had no traces of anyone else, so the snow was perfectly smooth. Mu Wan put her hands behind her back and left a trail of footprints as she moved like a little penguin.

She walked all the way around the villa, as if drawing a circle around it. After completing the circle, she felt warm and walked up to the kitchen window, and saw Liu Qianxiu flipping eggs inside.

He wore a dark blue sweater, his tall, long-limbed figure as he calmly turned the eggs over. Mu Wan stood by the window, tapping the glass. He looked up, and as soon as he saw her, his dark eyes were filled with warmth.

Mu Wan smiled at him, seeing her reflection in the glass. She paused, then took off her scarf, showing her red nose and lips.

She put her hands on the glass and blew on the window. When the white mist appeared, she quickly drew a heart with her finger.

It was a game she used to play with her mother as a child. Every time it snowed in winter, before going to school, she would knock on the window and leave her mother a heart.

Dressed in a dark down jacket, her black, fine curls hidden beneath a knit hat, her lips were red, and her nose slightly pink. She leaned against the glass like a little hamster, smiling from the heart.

But soon, the cold cleared the mist from the glass, and the heart faded. Mu Wan frowned and quickly blew on the glass again. After drawing another heart, she looked inside, but Liu Qianxiu was gone.

“Eh?” Mu Wan was surprised and leaned closer, looking for him in the glass. Before she could spot him, she heard the door open behind her. Liu Qianxiu came outside.

He held a small bucket and a paintbrush, and Mu Wan wondered what he was carrying. She tilted her head at him. Before she could say anything, Liu Qianxiu set the items on the table and gently pulled her scarf back over her face.

“Cold?” he asked. Mu Wan’s face was red from the cold after she had blown on the glass.

The scarf wrapped around her cheeks, and Mu Wan’s warm breath soon heated her face. She blinked and noticed the frost on her long lashes. She shook her head, pointing at the glass. “I drew you a heart, but it disappeared.”

Liu Qianxiu looked in the direction she was pointing. On the clean glass, the heart had faded into faint marks. He lowered his gaze and squatted down, opening the small bucket in his hand.

Mu Wan’s gaze was blocked as she crouched down with him. The bucket opened, and inside was red paint. She watched as Liu Qianxiu dipped the brush into the paint, and then he began to trace the faint heart on the glass.

He recreated the heart with red paint, his brush gently sweeping across the surface, and Mu Wan’s reflection was once again enclosed in the red heart on the glass.

She smiled at the red heart and looked back at Liu Qianxiu. He set the brush aside, picked up the bucket, took her hand, and walked toward the room. “It won’t disappear now.”

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~ Pregnant ~

Yu Wang froze for a moment. “Uncle?”

Noble Consort Qi nodded. “That’s right. Lixiao and I once had a marriage engagement. But it was only a verbal agreement between your maternal grandfather and the old Lord Wen of that time. The two families never exchanged formal documents or betrothal gifts. Later, Lixiao realized he had no heart for officialdom and chose to leave the capital to travel the world. After the discussion, the two families agreed to cancel the engagement. In order not to damage the friendship between our houses, your maternal grandfather acknowledged Lixiao as his adopted son. That means he is my elder brother—and therefore, your uncle.”

Those words were something he had once instructed her on, tear by tear, syllable by syllable, many years ago—so that if the engagement ever became public, it would not become a weapon for others to attack her. Over the years, she had replayed the moment of their separation countless times. The pain clung like a parasite to the bone, tormenting her day and night. She had thought that if they ever met again, she would be numb with sorrow—yet when the moment truly came, she collapsed at once, her defenses shattered.

Yu Wang saw the deep, unspoken agony in Noble Consort Qi’s eyes. He understood perfectly well that the truth could not possibly be as simple as she had described it—but for the sake of his Mother Consort’s reputation, he could only follow her lead. “Junyu pays respects to Uncle.”

Wen Lixiao turned his head slightly toward the sound. “Your Highness need not be so formal. When I left the capital back then, I departed in haste. I also did not return for many years, so the matter of my relationship with my adoptive father became unknown to others. I never expected we would meet so suddenly today—I did not even have time to prepare a gift. I hope Your Highness will not take offense.”

“Uncle is too courteous.”

Ling Wang’s brows snapped together. He stared at Wen Lixiao as if he could bore through him. “You had better think very carefully before you say another word!” Earlier, this man had agreed to admit to a private affair with Noble Consort Qi, helping Ling Wang destroy her reputation. But now, he had suddenly changed sides.
Wen Lixiao turned his head away. “Ling Wang, thank you for bringing this commoner into the palace so that I could see my sworn younger sister once.”

“You—” Ling Wang whirled toward the Emperor’s throne and hurriedly bowed. “Imperial Father, it was Wen Lixiao who sought your son out of his own accord. He claimed he and Noble Consort Qi had a private relationship. Back then, Noble Consort Qi was engaged to him, but she was vain and greedy for splendor—she concealed the engagement and entered the palace to become Your Majesty’s Consort. And before that, she and Wen Lixiao had already…”

“Junling, have you made enough trouble?” The Emperor’s face darkened, disappointment clear in his eyes. He knew Ling Wang was not clever, but he had not expected such foolishness. Today was the palace’s New Year’s banquet. What good could come from ruining it? Worse still, the Beijiang envoys were present. Did Ling Wang not understand the need to protect the dignity of the court?

Ling Wang’s expression stiffened sharply. “Imperial Father, your son…”

“I have long been aware of Noble Consort Qi’s matters before entering the palace,” the Emperor said coldly. “The Duke of Weiguo also spoke to me of it. Step back.”

“Imperial Father…”

“Step back!” The Emperor’s shout cracked through the hall, his gaze forcing submission.

Ling Wang clenched his teeth and, unwilling, retreated to the side.

Noble Consort Qi’s body was rigid; she did not dare lift her head to read the Emperor’s expression. “Elder Brother Lixiao… since you have returned to the capital, you should go home and take a look…”

“No need,” Wen Lixiao said, shaking his head. Though he could not see, he still faced stubbornly toward Noble Consort Qi’s direction. “I am afflicted with a terminal illness. My days are numbered. This time, I came mainly to see my sworn younger sister one last time.”

Noble Consort Qi bit down hard, the metallic taste of blood rising in her mouth. “Elder Brother Lixiao…”

Wen Lixiao bent and gathered the guqin from the table, holding it close. “My wish is fulfilled. From today on, I have no more regrets.” He and Noble Consort Qi had chosen this guqin together, hoping it would symbolize a future spent in harmony. But fate led her to the palace as a consort, and the guqin became his only comfort for many years, staying with him through the long, dark days of the Da Li Dynasty.

Noble Consort Qi held back her tears, looking intently at the man before her. In the years since they last met, he was no longer the peerless, radiant figure of the past. His posture was no longer straight, white hair had appeared at his temples—yet the quiet elegance, the gentle forbearance in his aura, had never changed. “Elder Brother… travel safely.”

“Good.” Wen Lixiao turned, and palace maids immediately came forward to guide him away.

Ling Wang’s eyes darkened with malice as he watched Wen Lixiao. He dared to deceive me. And Imperial Father —why did he trust Noble Consort Qi so completely? Was there not even a hint of doubt in his heart? Was everything Ling Wang did always wrong?

Li Qingzhou saw his expression and quickly signaled with urgent glances. The Emperor was already furious, and this was definitely not the time to provoke him further.

Mu Yunyao watched quietly. Then she noticed Yu Wangfei signaling to her and gave a small nod.

Only then did Yu Wangfei relax slightly. Supporting Noble Consort Qi as they moved back toward their seats, she spoke softly, “Mother Consort, since Uncle has returned to the capital, there will be chances to meet again in the future. You…”

Mid-sentence, Yu Wangfei suddenly covered her chest and retched.

Noble Consort Qi immediately looked over. “Fanghua, what is wrong?”

“Mother Consort, I’m fine… ugh…”

Mu Yunyao stepped forward and placed her fingers on Yu Wangfei’s wrist. After a brief pause, a bright, radiant smile bloomed on her face. “Congratulations to Your Majesty. Congratulations to Yu Wang. Yu Wangfei has happy news. From her pulse, it appears she is nearly two months along.”

Yu Wang stared in shock, then joy spread across his face. “Happy news? Happy news! I’m going to be a father!” His feelings shifted from grief to happiness so quickly that he hardly knew how to react. If it had been appropriate, he would have picked up his wife and spun her around.

The Emperor had been upset, but upon hearing this, his expression gradually softened. In his heart, he had already chosen Yu Wang as the next Crown Prince. Now that Yu Wang had an heir, it meant the line would continue—undeniably a joyous matter. “Good. Yu Wangfei has merit. Reward her!”

At the Emperor’s words, congratulations rose around them in waves, and in the blink of an eye, the earlier unpleasantness was swept away. Only Ling Wang’s hatred deepened further. His gaze slid across Yu Wang and Yu Wangfei, chilling to the bone with bitterness.

The Emperor’s mood had lifted. Seeing Mu Yunyao’s pleasing smile, his tone grew more relaxed. “Yao’er, why have I not seen you present a congratulatory gift to me?”

Mu Yunyao blinked, her smile warm and dazzling. “In reply to Your Majesty, I was so absorbed in watching the princes’ gifts that I suddenly felt my own gift might be too embarrassing to present.”

“If you say that, it means you did not prepare with care,” the Emperor said with feigned sternness. “Then I must certainly take a good look. If I am not satisfied, I will punish you.”

“Grandmother…” Mu Yunyao immediately turned to Grand Princess Yide, her expression carrying a trace of grievance.

Grand Princess Yide’s heart softened at once. “Your Majesty, you must not punish our Yao’er. She put great thought into preparing your gift—so much so that even I found it astonishing.”

“Oh?” The Emperor’s curiosity rose. If even his Imperial Elder Sister called it astonishing, then it could hardly be ordinary. “Yao’er—present it at once.”

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~ But People Say Old Friends’ Hearts Are Easily Changed ~

The musician played “Feng Qiu Huang” with deep sorrow, the notes plaintive and lingering, like the sound of weeping carried by the wind.

Mu Yunyao lifted her gaze toward Noble Consort Qi’s seat above, and her heart gave a sudden, sharp jolt.

Noble Consort Qi was staring intently at the musician in the hall. Tears streamed down her face, and the pain she was forcing down seemed to press upon every line of her expression.

Ling Wang curled his lips in satisfaction, bright gleams of exhilaration flashing in his eyes. After all his effort, he had finally found the man. It seemed the trouble had not been wasted—his frantic work had paid off in the end.

Grand Princess Yide’s expression darkened, a heavy trace of displeasure passing through her eyes. She did not care about the younger generation’s struggles, and she understood well that battles over imperial power had never been about fairness—only victory, never scruples. Noble Consort Qi’s past had truly existed. If Ling Wang could dig up the man once betrothed to her in those years, that was his skill. Used well, it could strike unexpectedly—perhaps even help him regain a lost advantage.

Yet she disliked how poorly Ling Wang hid his feelings. Anyone who wanted to stand above others needed to keep joy and anger off their face, so ministers could not read their ruler’s heart or spot any weakness. But Ling Wang was far too obvious, as if he was afraid the hall might not notice this scheme was his.

The Emperor’s brows drew tightly together. He turned toward Noble Consort Qi, who was drenched in tears, his expression unusually cold. “Noble Consort Qi—could it be that today’s dishes are not to your taste?”

Noble Consort Qi clenched her fist so hard her knuckles whitened. Forcing herself to pull her gaze away, she raised a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her cheeks, then rose and saluted the Emperor with deliberate respect. “Hearing ‘Feng Qiu Huang’ made me recall certain memories from the past.”

Before the Emperor could respond, Ling Wang spoke first. “Imperial Father, this musician was someone your son happened to meet by chance. It is said he is a master of the qin, yet in his entire life, he plays only a single piece—‘Feng Qiu Huang,’ the one Imperial Father just heard. And I have also heard that Noble Consort Qi is highly knowledgeable in music. Might I invite Her Ladyship to offer a comment or two?”

Noble Consort Qi’s face turned cold, but her eyes were full of grief. “I fear I must disappoint Ling Wang. Since entering the palace, I have never touched the qin again. It has been more than twenty years since I last played—no matter how fine one’s skill, it grows rusty.”

A cold smile hovered at Ling Wang’s lips. “What a pity. The musician beside me—Musician Jiang—claims that many years ago, he once had the honor of receiving Her Ladyship’s guidance. Now that they have met again after so long, he hopes to boldly invite Her Ladyship to judge him once more and see if his years of hard work have brought any improvement.”

Noble Consort Qi began to tremble. The phoenix step ornament in her hair quivered with her movement. In the candlelight, the pearl-set phoenix eyes seemed to shimmer as if they, too, were wet with tears. “I do not recall ever offering commentary to anyone.”

“How strange,” Ling Wang said lightly, his words cutting like a blade. “Since when has Her Ladyship’s memory grown so poor—so poor that even a former lover can be forgotten?”

“Insolence!” The Emperor’s face hardened as he barked the rebuke. “Junling—are you speaking to your honored Mother Noble Consort in such a manner?”

“Father Emperor,” Ling Wang said, voice-controlled, “Today is the palace’s New Year banquet. Your son understands these matters ought not be raised on such an occasion. Yet this concerns something of grave importance. I fear Father Emperor has been kept in the dark, and so I cannot remain silent. The musician at my side is named Jiang Shuihan—but many years ago, he had another name: Wen Lixiao!”

The instant the name fell, a wave of murmurs surged through the hall.

The Wen family had produced two Imperial Tutors—an illustrious house. In those years, young master Lixiao was famous throughout the capital for his talent and was celebrated as the foremost gentleman of his generation. At only sixteen, he became the top scholar and entered officialdom, even more dazzling than Su Qingwu. Yet later, for reasons no one knew, Young Master Lixiao vanished without a trace. The Wen family also declined, and in less than twenty years, they became just another aristocratic house.

Some officials studied the blind musician’s features closely and could not help nodding. “Indeed. His appearance has changed somewhat, but he truly is Young Master Lixiao.”

“To think… we would see him again…”

Hearing the hall’s reaction, Ling Wang’s smile only widened. “Imperial Father, you may not know this: the man before you is not only the famed Young Master Lixiao—he is also Noble Consort Qi’s former lover!”

At once, Yu Wang sprang to his feet, fury blazing in his eyes. “Elder Imperial Brother—one cannot speak such nonsense!”

Ling Wang’s eyes shone with savage satisfaction. “Whether it is nonsense—lift your head and look at Noble Consort Qi’s expression. Will you not understand everything then?”

Yu Wang turned sharply. Noble Consort Qi was trembling from head to toe. Even with desperate restraint, she could not stop the tears that kept falling. At that sight, Yu Wang’s heart sank heavily.

Ling Wang pressed forward, unrelenting. “Noble Consort Qi—an old acquaintance stands before you. Do you truly have nothing to say?

Noble Consort Qi stood up and slowly walked down the stairs. Her face was pale, and tears kept falling, yet her lips curved into a faint smile. “What happened to your eyes? When you left back then, were they not perfectly fine?”

Wen Lixiao stood as well. He opened eyes that had remained closed for so long. They were still clear and bright—yet before them lay only darkness, never able to see his beloved’s face again. “After leaving the capital, I intended to travel the world. When I passed through Luocheng, I encountered bandits robbing travelers on the road. I could not bear it and stepped in to help. I drove them off, but in the struggle, I injured my eyes. After that, my sight faded little by little. It has been many years. Now I am accustomed to the darkness. In daily life, all is manageable, and so it no longer matters.”

“A person in the prime of life, suddenly blinded… You must have suffered greatly.”

“At first, I could not adjust. But later I thought—there is no one left in this world worth seeing every day. Whether I can see or not makes little difference.” Wen Lixiao wore a faint smile. His words were calm and distant, almost painfully so.

Noble Consort Qi’s tears fell even more violently. Once, they had agreed to leave the capital and roam the world together. Instead, she had been forced into the palace, while he left alone—and then lost his eyes in Luocheng, the very place she had most longed to see. “In Luocheng, the peonies bloom most brilliantly in the fourth and fifth months. You had not even seen them—yet you lost your eyes. It is… truly a regret.”

“Though I cannot see, I have been to Luocheng,” Wen Lixiao said softly. “I have breathed the peony fragrance that fills the city. The wind carries warmth, the sunlight pours down, making the scent even more intoxicating. With one gentle breath, even without sight, one can imagine a scene of blossoms like brocade.”

Noble Consort Qi choked, then covered her mouth and broke into bitter sobs.

Ling Wang’s lips lifted again. Before entering the palace, she had been entangled in private affection—on that point alone, Noble Consort Qi was finished. His own mother had been demoted to a concubine, and Yu Wang had played a part in it. No matter what, this hatred had to be repaid.

Yu Wang and Yu Wangfei rushed forward, each supporting Noble Consort Qi by an arm. “Mother Consort…”

Noble Consort Qi took a deep breath. A fragile but steady smile returned to her lips as she turned and motioned for Yu Wang to step forward and salute. “I am fine. Ling Wang is not wrong. Lixiao is indeed an old acquaintance of mine. If we speak strictly… Junyu, you should call him Uncle.”

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~ Disrupt ~

The Emperor stared in astonishment at the scene before him, unable to believe what he saw. “What is the meaning of this?”

Helian Liluo smiled, her manner composed. “In reply to Your Majesty, I have been raised since childhood on water infused with the Haiming Pearl, and so my constitution is far stronger than that of ordinary people. Over the years, with constant nourishment, even my wounds heal swiftly. This Haiming Pearl has always been kept as a treasured heirloom within the royal family. If it were not for the sake of friendship between our two nations, we would never have offered it.”

The Emperor’s gaze shifted slightly. “Amity is a matter between states. Even without this Haiming Pearl, I would still give the matter careful consideration.” Such an extraordinary gift, yet Beijiang seemed to want nothing in return. No matter how he looked at it, something felt off.

Helian Liluo bowed. “In reply to Your Majesty, Beijiang has one additional condition.”

“Speak.”

“I have heard that the Da Li Dynasty has already found a way to treat plague. We hope to obtain the prescription for curing epidemic disease.” Beijiang had vast grasslands, and its people lived as nomads, following the water and the grass. Once an epidemic started, it spread quickly and was almost impossible to stop.

“The prescription benefits the people of the realm,” the Emperor replied evenly, “but it was not obtained easily. If Beijiang truly seeks it in sincerity, then after a treaty of amity between our two nations is signed, it is not impossible to discuss.”

Helian Liluo’s face brightened with delight. She handed the Haiming Pearl to an attendant at her side, who brought it forward to present to the Emperor.

Mu Yunyao watched as Helian Liluo slipped her hand back into her sleeve, then glanced at the bloodstains on the floor, which palace maids had already cleaned away with practiced speed. She frowned slightly.

Noticing her expression, Grand Princess Yide smiled and said to the Emperor, “Junling and Junyu must have prepared gifts as well. Why not present them quickly, to bring Your Majesty some joy?”

The Emperor was about to open the jade box and look at the rare Haiming Pearl himself. At her words, he waved his hand for the box to be put away, then turned to the princes’ seats. “What congratulatory gifts have you prepared? Present them at once. Your Imperial Uncle is curious.”

Ling Wang rose first. “Imperial Father, allow your son to keep you in suspense for a moment. My gift is somewhat special. Let my younger brothers present theirs first.”

The Emperor merely nodded, his expression unreadable. “Very well.”

Yu Wang stood. “Imperial Father, my gift has long been prepared. It is a newly developed suit of armor. This armor uses a new technique—easier to produce, requiring fewer materials, yet it does not compromise its ability to withstand force.”

The Emperor’s eyes lit up. “Has it been thoroughly tested?” Military supplies permitted no errors. If this new armor truly performed as Yu Wang claimed, the Da Li Dynasty’s strength would take a decisive step forward.

“Imperial Father, this matter is of great consequence. Your son would never treat it lightly. I have had it repeatedly verified, and can guarantee there will be no mistake.” He had intended to offer it early, but the arrival of the Beijiang envoys had made him change his mind. He had deliberately chosen this critical moment to make a show of strength.

The Emperor was openly delighted. “Good! Junyu, this is an excellent gift. I shall reward you heavily.”

The Beijiang envoys’ faces stiffened. The stronger the Da Li Dynasty’s army became, the greater the threat to them. This was the last thing they wanted to see.

“This is only your son’s duty,” Yu Wang said. “I would not dare trouble Imperial Father for a reward.”

The Emperor’s gaze turned even more kindly. “To share your sovereign father’s burdens—this greatly pleases me.”

Jin Wang gave a faint smile. When Yu Wang sat down, Jin Wang lifted a hand, signaling the palace maids to withdraw. Two maids had been about to help him stand, but after his gesture, they did not dare approach and quietly stepped away.

Jin Wang braced one hand on the table and slowly stood up, each movement difficult. After a moment, he managed to stand on his own. “Imperial Father, your son is not skilled in things like armor. I have only copied one hundred volumes of Buddhist sutras by hand, hoping you will have blessings and a long life.”

The Emperor’s eyes widened in shock, then joy flashed across his face. “Junjin—your legs have recovered?”

“In reply to Imperial Father, your son can now stand. There is still residual poison, but after another period of recuperation, I should fully recover.”

The officials widened their eyes in surprise. Jin Wang’s legs had recovered after all this time? The court was about to become much livelier.

“Good,” the Emperor said. “I shall richly reward the physician who treated you.”

“Your son thanks Imperial Father.”

In high spirits, the Emperor’s tone turned notably light. “And Junyue? What gift have you prepared?”

Yue Wang stood up. “Imperial Father, your son is the most ordinary of all. I have only brought gold and silver, porcelain, pearls, and jade—nothing compared to Elder Imperial Brothers.” As he spoke, he drew a gift list from his sleeve and handed it to the attendant beside him.

The attendant hurried it forward. After reading, the Emperor couldn’t help laughing aloud. “Xu Li—read it out for all the ministers to hear.”

Xu Li cleared his throat and recited in a loud voice: “A jasper ruyi scepter, a jadeite cabbage…” He read for more than a quarter of an hour before finishing.

The Emperor took a sip of tea and joked, “Fourth, are you giving gifts or moving house? You’ve cleared out your entire estate and delivered it to me. How will you live after this?”

Yue Wang’s expression was cold and unyielding, yet his reply nearly shocked everyone out of their seats. “In reply to Imperial Father—Yunyao is exceedingly skilled at earning silver.” If he ever became penniless, he would just rely on Yunyao. They were already engaged, so there was no turning back.

Seeing Yue Wang speak as though it were perfectly reasonable, the Emperor was both annoyed and amused. In the end, he could do nothing but let it go.

The Emperor turned to Ling Wang, who had been smiling all this time quietly. “Junling—have you prepared your gift?”

“Imperial Father, it is ready.” As Ling Wang spoke, he glanced at Noble Consort Qi, who sat beside the Emperor. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Let’s see if you can still smile in a moment, he thought.’

He then signaled for attendants to place a guqin in the hall, and said, “Please invite Musician Ruan to enter.”

Attendants brought in a middle-aged man. He was handsome and refined, with his eyes lowered respectfully as the maids led him to the guqin. “This commoner pays respects to Your Majesty, and wishes Your Majesty blessings and long life.”

The instant Noble Consort Qi saw him, her face drained of all color. When she heard his voice, her eyes reddened at once, tears threatening to spill.

Noticing Noble Consort Qi’s loss of composure, Mu Yunyao suddenly recalled what her grandmother had once said about Noble Consort Qi: before entering the palace, she had been formally betrothed. Yet the Marquis of Weiguo, to demonstrate loyalty to the Emperor, had voluntarily broken the engagement and sent her into the imperial harem. Seeing her reaction now… could it be that she knew this guqin musician?

The musician was led to the guqin and took his seat. After testing the strings, his tension faded, and his breathing became steady.

Ding-ding, dong-dong. The melody was especially pleasant to hear.

Mu Yunyao’s brows twitched slightly. In her heart, she silently named the tune: “Feng Qiu Huang.” This musician was actually playing “Feng Qiu Huang” at the palace’s New Year banquet. Where had Ling Wang found him, and what was he planning?

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~ A Beauty Like A Flower Beyond The Clouds ~

Amid the eager gazes of the crowd, a graceful figure appeared and walked towards them.

Even though it was the middle of winter, the Beijiang Princess was still dressed in light, flowing garments. Six layers of delicate gauze wrapped around her slender figure, with the hem of her dress trailing behind and her long sleeves brushing the floor. She exuded an aura of grace and beauty.

The night wind made her skirt flutter, making her seem almost weightless, as if she floated in the air. Her exquisite step ornament, crafted from red gold, was placed in her cloud-like dark hair, with long tassels that cast shadows in the candlelight.

Her face held a gentle smile, her eyes were bright, her lips were deep red, and her pale skin seemed to glow. With each step, a faint fragrance followed her, and it felt as if she left lotus flowers behind as she moved.

Seeing such beauty, Mu Yunyao couldn’t help but stare for a moment, admiring her inwardly. No wonder she has such confidence. Her beauty surpasses Su Yuyi by far.

The noble young men, who had initially been displeased with her constant flirtations with the princes, immediately cast aside their feelings of frustration the moment they laid eyes on her. With her beauty and her status as a princess, marrying her would be a dream. Even just seeing her every day would be a pleasure.

Yue Wang glanced at her briefly, then turned his attention elsewhere, thinking about the last preparations at the manor. He used to think half a month was too short to get ready, but now time seemed to move painfully slow. He wished the wedding day would come sooner so he could bring Yunyao home.

“Beijiang Princess Helian Liluo pays her respects to Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor, long, long life!”

At the sound of her voice, the crowd couldn’t help but feel a shiver run through them. Her voice was soft and clear, like a bird’s song or a gentle stream, naturally beautiful and captivating. Even with all the noise, everyone stopped to listen when she spoke.

“Princess Helian, no need for such formalities. Please, take a seat.”

Mu Yunyao watched the Beijiang Princess closely, her gaze lingering on her face. The Princess was indeed beautiful, but her appearance was almost too perfect, giving off a slightly seductive air.

Yue Wang noticed that Mu Yunyao was staring at the Beijiang Princess and frowned slightly.

Jin Wang raised his wine cup and, noticing Yue Wang’s expression, gave a small smile. “Fourth Imperial Brother, what do you think of the Beijiang Princess?”

“If you’re interested in marrying her, I can help convey it to Imperial Father.”

Jin Wang’s smile didn’t fade. His warm and gentle manner was like a spring breeze. “I wouldn’t trouble you, Fourth Imperial Brother. She’s beautiful, but she’s not the one I love.”

Yue Wang didn’t intend to respond, but Jin Wang seemed keen to keep talking. “Fourth Imperial Brother, I haven’t seen you much in the court lately. Are you truly content just being a leisurely prince?”

“Isn’t being a leisurely prince good? With a woman I love by my side, enjoying wealth and honor, without the need to worry about court politics or power struggles. I’m not as ambitious as Third Imperial Brother, so I’m happy with a peaceful life.”

Jin Wang smiled but didn’t say more, his gaze becoming thoughtful, gradually turning hard to read. The woman Yue Wang loved could only be Mu Yunyao. He glanced at her. Today, she wore a palace dress made of gold-threaded silk, embroidered with butterflies and flowers. The dress was elegant and refined, making her look noble and dignified.

Now that her mourning period was over, her accessories were no longer plain and simple. She wore a step ornament carved from a red ruby shaped like a phoenix, paired with small jade beads shaped like blossoming camellias. These matched the embroidery on her dress, making her look even more delicate and lively.

Jin Wang looked down and took a sip of wine. His thoughts deepened as he observed Mu Yunyao. Although the Beijiang Princess’s beauty might surpass hers in certain ways, he found himself utterly unmoved. All his attention was on Mu Yunyao.

She sat in the Princess’s seat, a distinction personally granted by the Emperor. Surrounding her were the daughters of many noble families, all of them adorned with makeup and glowing with beauty, but Jin Wang saw none of them. Only Mu Yunyao’s figure seemed vibrant, her presence like a burst of light among the rest.

She exchanged a glance with Yue Wang, her eyes bright with warmth, like a spring-blooming flower. The sight was so captivating that it made him yearn to protect her with all his might. He felt like a fool, deliberately ignoring Yue Wang, imagining that her gaze was focused on him, that her smile was meant for him. His heart burned with an intense, passionate heat.

Mu Yunyao noticed Jin Wang’s gaze. She frowned a little, and a hint of disgust showed in her eyes.

The sounds of the zither and bamboo flute filled the air, and just as the music paused, the Beijiang Princess rose. “Your Majesty, I come to the Dali Dynasty on behalf of the royal family of Beijiang, with two main purposes: one, to propose a marriage alliance, and two, to present a treasure from Beijiang. I hope that Beijiang and the Dali Dynasty can forge a peaceful bond, never again to resort to arms.”

Many officials were clearly moved by this. There hadn’t been any major wars with Beijiang lately, but small border fights happened often. The border had been constantly harassed, causing many casualties among the people. If the two countries could form a good relationship and avoid war, it would undoubtedly be a great thing.

“Why have I not heard of Beijiang having a treasure?” The Emperor’s expression was stern as he looked at Helian Liluo, his face devoid of emotion.

Helian Liluo clapped her hands, and a Beijiang envoy immediately stepped forward, holding a jade box. She opened it, and a faint light began to emanate from within. “Your Majesty, this is a Haiming Pearl. Like the Night Bright Pearl, it shines in the dark, but it is a hundred times more valuable. Drinking water that has been soaked with the Haiming Pearl ensures health, longevity, and freedom from illness.”

“Health, longevity, and freedom from illness?” The Emperor’s expression didn’t change. “Very well, I accept this gift. I now understand Beijiang’s goodwill. As long as your royal family promises not to invade our borders, I will agree to your marriage proposal.”

It was just a marriage to a princess. If that could prevent war, it was naturally the best outcome.

Helian Liluo noticed the Emperor’s reaction and frowned a little. “Your Majesty, do you doubt the Haiming Pearl’s powers? If you wish, I can demonstrate it for you.”

“You can demonstrate?” The Emperor’s interest was piqued.

“Yes,” Helian Liluo replied. She took a hairpin from her hair and slashed her hand with it. Blood started to drip right away.

The Beijiang envoy quickly filled a teacup with water and placed the Haiming Pearl inside. After a moment, they took out the pearl and poured the water over Helian Liluo’s hand.

The crowd gasped, and soon someone shouted in surprise.

At first, blood kept dripping from Helian Liluo’s hand, but after a moment, the bleeding stopped. Slowly, the wound began to heal, and within a short time, there was nothing left but a faint pink scar.

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Incurable Chapter 60 Part 2

Finland was cold, as if they had crossed from autumn straight into winter. Mu Wan wore a thick coat, and Liu Qianxiu wrapped her in a soft, cashmere scarf.

Once they stepped off the plane, staff from the Liu family’s Finnish branch were already there to greet them. They went to a property in northern Finland, a villa nestled in the woods.

The farther north they went, the colder it became. However, as the car drove along the wide roads, the European atmosphere grew denser, yet there was still no sign of snow.

The car’s heating was on, and Mu Wan removed her scarf, revealing her pale face. Since they were in Finland, Liu Qianxiu took the opportunity to review some documents. Noticing her movements, he looked up. Her eyes were shiny with a bit of moisture, and she was looking at him.

“No snow yet?” Mu Wan asked.

The driver, a member of the Liu family, sat in the front passenger seat, while the general manager of the Finnish branch sat beside him. They knew that the head of the Liu family had married recently, and everyone in the family knew that Liu Qianxiu had brought a beautiful woman with him. Without a doubt, she was the Liu family’s new mistress.

The guide, not wanting to seem inattentive, glanced at Liu Qianxiu and, after confirming he could speak, turned to Mu Wan and said with a smile, “There’s a five-month snow season in northern Finland, but it doesn’t snow much in late October. However, I’ve checked, and it should snow in the next couple of days.”

“Oh.” Mu Wan responded, feeling a little disappointed. Although she couldn’t see the snow just yet, she found it beautiful to wait for it. With such cold temperatures, the snow, when it finally came, should be quite heavy.

She looked forward to it eagerly.

The Liu family’s villa in Finland was nestled halfway up a mountain, surrounded by trees. It wasn’t too remote, and a twenty-minute drive would bring them to a small, bustling town. Despite its size, the town felt quiet. The Finnish people weren’t fond of excessive chatter, so the town was large but somewhat subdued.

The villa was a cozy two-story building painted red and white, already cleaned in anticipation of their arrival. Though not large, its fireplace blazed cheerfully. As Mu Wan stepped inside, the warmth flushed her cheeks.

Their room was on the second floor, kept toasty by the heater. Mu Wan sprawled across the bed, rolling about with contentment.

Liu Qianxiu and the general manager of the Finnish branch were downstairs handling some documents. After the handover, the manager left. Liu Qianxiu came upstairs, and Mu Wan, flipping over, knelt on the bed, smiling as she spread her arms wide.

He embraced her, and Mu Wan, already warmed up, had shed her coat and was now in a fitted sweater and long pants. Her soft, slender body pressed against his as he held her close.

Though they couldn’t see the snow yet, she was still happy. This was what a honeymoon was supposed to be—being with the person you loved, enjoying different views, and relaxing together.

“Are you hungry?” Liu Qianxiu kissed her.

Afternoon had faded into evening, and hunger crept in. Mu Wan slipped from his embrace and asked, “Is there food here?”

“No, the ingredients are all here, but we’ll have to cook ourselves,” Liu Qianxiu replied, holding her.

“Let’s cook then!” Mu Wan said excitedly.

He smiled and looked down at her. “We?”

“I’ll help you wash the vegetables,” Mu Wan said confidently.

“The water is cold,” Liu Qianxiu leaned down and kissed her forehead, saying, “You stay here and watch.”

And so, Mu Wan sat there and watched Liu Qianxiu cook their dinner. She didn’t have picky tastes, so he made a simple Western-style meal. After dinner, Liu Qianxiu loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

Mu Wan stood in front of him, watching his efficient movements, and asked, “The dishwasher is so convenient. Why didn’t we have one in the Southwind apartment?”

Liu Qianxiu glanced at her, remembering the porcelain dishes at Southwind, which could never go into a dishwasher. He thought of the bowl she had broken during their last visit.

His lips curved slightly as he replied, “I forgot, and we never installed one after that.”

Mu Wan took his answer without question and didn’t probe further. The night in Finland was long, with short days. It had already become completely dark. She turned to look outside. The sky was pitch black, but the stars were stunning.

“It feels like a fairytale,” Mu Wan said, turning to Liu Qianxiu with a bright smile.

The firelight danced in her eyes, making them shine. Liu Qianxiu squeezed her hand and suggested, “Let’s go outside and see.”

“Sure!” Mu Wan answered excitedly.

Though the view was beautiful, the temperature was freezing. Mu Wan had already felt the cold when they got out of the car. Before heading outside, she wrapped herself in a down jacket, and Liu Qianxiu added a scarf and gloves.

“I can put my hands in my pockets,” Mu Wan said, holding up her gloved hands, talking to him through her scarf.

With only her eyes visible, glistening like a little puppy, Liu Qianxiu gave her a hat, pressing down her fluffy hair. “This will keep you warmer.”

It was very cold outside, but there was no wind. After Mu Wan finished dressing, she ran outside ahead of him. Liu Qianxiu was still getting ready. She ran a few laps around the front of the villa, breathing in the warm air trapped inside her scarf.

The place felt so free. The whole world seemed open and without restraint. Mu Wan couldn’t resist running a few laps. After a while, Liu Qianxiu still hadn’t come outside. Mu Wan, confused, walked toward the door.

Flushed from running, she tugged down her scarf and let out a warm breath.

“Liu Qianxiu.” Mu Wan called out.

Liu Qianxiu finally emerged, tall and slender in his gray down jacket and scarf. When he saw her, she pointed upward and said, “I was wrong. There aren’t any stars.”

From inside, the stars must have been just firelight reflected on the glass. Mu Wan’s voice carried a hint of regret.

“Mm.” Liu Qianxiu replied softly. He adjusted her scarf to shield her cheeks, then took her hand and led her to the bench outside the villa.

Mu Wan sat down, and Liu Qianxiu pulled something out of his pocket. She looked carefully as he lit a match. The light from the flame illuminated his face, and in Mu Wan’s surprise, he lit a firework.

In the silent woods, with the cold air surrounding them, a firework blazed from Liu Qianxiu’s hand. His features were illuminated by the orange glow, and Mu Wan’s heart stirred.

He handed her the firework, saying, “A star for you.”

Liu Qianxiu was perfect for such an environment. His temperament and looks were incredibly calm. Yet, when it came to her, she could always feel the heat emanating from him.

Mu Wan grinned, took the firework, and kicked her legs in delight. It spun in her hand like a fiery ring, and when she peered through it at the night sky, it truly resembled the stars.

“The flowers you’ve given me are all so special,” Mu Wan said, watching the fireworks crackle. She leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up at him, her eyes curved into a smile.

“The first flowers you gave me were cotton candy, so sweet.”

“The flowers you gave me this time are fireworks, so beautiful.”

“Liu Qianxiu, I love you so much.”

Mu Wan never hesitated to confess her feelings. Her voice was gentle, and when the firework faded, she nestled into his arms. Even bundled in layers, he held her close, answering in a soft murmur.

“I love you too.”

Mu Wan raised her hand, awkwardly pulling off her scarf, and kissed his eyes.

Liu Qianxiu gathered her up and led her back inside. The room’s warmth wrapped around them as their clothes slipped away, and by the time they reached the bed, Mu Wan was nearly bare.

Desire thickened the air, their breaths entwined. Mu Wan melted into the soft bed, answering his gentle yet fervent kisses. Her mind grew hazy, and as his lips brushed her earlobe, her gaze drifted to the window.

“It’s snowing,” Mu Wan whispered, her voice rough with emotion as she clung to his face.

Before Liu Qianxiu could respond, she slipped from the bed, pulled on her slippers, and hurried to the window. Beyond the glass, thick snowflakes drifted down.

Liu Qianxiu lingered, half-kneeling on the bed, emotions swirling in his eyes. After a moment’s pause, he rose and joined her at the window.

“I want to make a wish,” Mu Wan said, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the falling snow.

“What are you wishing for?” Liu Qianxiu embraced her from behind.

Mu Wan hadn’t planned her wish. She glanced at the swirling snow and said softly, “I wish for us to always be happy.”

She pressed softly against the window, slender fingers tracing patterns on the glass. The delicate lines of her back stood out, graceful as butterfly wings.

Liu Qianxiu kissed the back of her neck, and Mu Wan’s body trembled. She buried her face in his hair, her lips red, her eyes bright.

“I want happiness now,” Mu Wan murmured, turning to the snow, cheeks aglow. “The happiness only you can give me.”

Liu Qianxiu lowered his gaze, his throat moving slightly.

After a while, he pressed his body against hers.

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~ The Important Thing is Temperament ~

Grand Princess Yide looked at Mu Yunyao’s strange expression and couldn’t help but smile: “Alright, don’t think so much. Tomorrow is the New Year’s Eve banquet, and that princess from Beijiang will also be attending. If you’re curious, just go and see for yourself.”

Mu Yunyao nodded: “Grandmother is right.”

After a good night’s rest, Mu Yunyao got up early and went to the kitchen, only to find Xu Yanhan already busy there.

“Mother, why are you up so early?”

“Today is the New Year. Although we are in the palace now and don’t need to follow the customs of the common people, I can’t break my long-standing habit. I still want to make some Qiaomo (a type of steamed bun) and some cakes to make it lively. I don’t know if your grandmother is used to them?”

Mu Yunyao was taken aback, then quickly smiled: “Mother and I are thinking the same thing. I got up early to make some Qiaomo too.”

The mother and daughter worked together, and with the help of Jin Lan, Jin Qiao, Si Qin, and others, soon, baskets of plump white zodiac Qiaomo were made.

Xu Yanhan carefully examined the food for a moment, then felt quite satisfied: “Yao’er, your maternal grandmother should be up now. I’ll take it to her now. You should eat with us, too.”

“Mother, go ahead. I... I’ll make some more to take to Yue Wang.” Mu Yunyao said, a slight blush rising on her face, making her look even more radiant.

Xu Yanhan couldn’t help but recall the scene from the New Year in Jingling City and smiled, “The year before last in Jingling City, Jun Yue personally sculpted a tiger. I remember it even had the character ‘king’ on its head. It looked so cute. You ate it, didn’t you?”

Mu Yunyao blushed: “Mother, you’re mistaken. I didn’t eat it.”

“Alright, alright, you didn’t eat it. Do you need Mother’s help? After all, the Qiaomo you made didn’t look very good.”

“Mother, you’re teasing me again. I already had a mold carved. I didn’t need to sculpt it by hand.” Mu Yunyao lowered her head, her voice growing softer.

Xu Yanhan’s smile deepened: “Then hurry up and get busy. We still need to try on clothes later, so don’t waste time.”

“Okay.” Mu Yunyao took out the mold. Last time, Yue Wang said he wanted to eat the clever steamed buns she made. After trying several times without success, she had a craftsman make a mold. Now, all she had to do was put the dough in and remove the mold—it was very simple.

Mu Yunyao looked at the clever steamed buns placed on the steamer, pondered for a moment, and then made a large tiger and put it on. In the end, it didn’t look quite right, so she picked up a pen and wrote the character “王” (king).

After changing his clothes, Yue Wang was about to go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to pay his respects to the Emperor when Yu Heng entered carrying a food box. “Your Highness,” Yu Heng said, “Miss Mu sent this.”

Yue Wang was delighted. He opened the food box and saw several plump, white rabbit-shaped steamed buns. He gently poked one of the buns’ bellies with his fingertip, leaving a shallow indentation. As he withdrew his finger, the bun slowly returned to its original shape, making him smile.

Yu Heng glanced at them furtively, then his eyes widened slightly. “Your Highness,” Yu Heng said, “Miss Mu also steamed a Pixiu for you?” The Pixiu, with its claws outstretched, stood out conspicuously among the small, adorable rabbit-shaped steamed buns.

Yue Wang picked up the central steamed bun, carefully examining the slightly distorted “王” (king) character within. He couldn’t help but give Yu Heng a cold look: “This is a tiger.”

Yu Heng’s eyes widened slightly: “Your Highness, isn’t this clearly a Pixiu? How does it resemble a tiger?” “It resembles one in every way,” Yue Wang said firmly.

“But...” Yu Heng looked closely, still unable to discern a tiger’s shape.

Yue Wang held the somewhat distorted tiger in his palm, a distinct upward curve to his lips: “Yu Heng, another year has passed. During this time, Yu Yi has been traveling back and forth between Jiangnan and western Guangdong, a long and arduous journey. As brothers, you should be considerate of each other. After the New Year, you should go...”

“Your Highness, the tiger Miss Mu gave us is truly majestic, clearly unlike any other.” Most tigers don’t look like this.

Yue Wang looked up at him: “You can tell?”

“Of course, I could tell at a glance.” Yu Heng felt no guilt whatsoever because, once he realized it was a tiger, the more he looked at it, the more he felt it possessed the aura of a Pixiu, truly unique.

Yue Wang was finally satisfied, carefully examining it for a long time before reluctantly putting it down and going to the main hall to pay his respects.

Mu Yunyao finished eating with Grand Princess Yide and was then dragged to try on clothes. Having finally emerged from the mourning period, the palace dresses prepared were all in deep, vibrant colors, almost blinding at first glance.

Grand Princess Yide ignored Mu Yunyao’s objections, picking out dresses for her to try on one by one, finding every single one satisfactory.

Mu Yunyao was forced to change into more than a dozen outfits, but she showed no impatience whatsoever, always smiling. Granny Qu remarked, “Since Miss returned, the Princess has become so much more vibrant.”

Xu Yanhan nodded, “Yes.” Yao’er was like a ray of morning sunlight, warm and gentle, always able to make people lower their guard and smile genuinely. Thinking that her daughter would be married after the New Year, even she, usually so calm, couldn’t help but feel a little resentful towards Yue Wang. If only she could keep her for a few more years.

In the evening, the palace became lively. Because it was the New Year’s banquet, and with the Beijiang Princess present, the Emperor had specially granted permission for officials to bring their families. Many young noblemen were among those present.

Mu Yunyao didn’t arrive early this time, but accompanied Grand Princess Yide to the main hall.

At this time, all the officials had arrived, whispering auspicious New Year’s greetings, creating a particularly lively atmosphere.

Just as everyone was about to stand up and pay their respects, the Emperor arrived, following closely behind Grand Princess Yide. His expression was relaxed, a far cry from the gloom of the past few days.

“Imperial Elder Sister, why didn’t you wait for me?”

“Your Majesty has worked hard all year. I thought you might slack off at today’s banquet, but I never expected Your Majesty to be as diligent as ever.”

The Emperor couldn’t help but smile. “Only Imperial Elder Sister would praise me like that.”

Taking their seats according to the seating arrangement, Mu Yunyao and Yue Wang, seated in the prince’s seat, exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with silent warmth and understanding.

At the Beijiang envoys’ seats, the central seat of honor remained empty; Princess Helian Liluo of Beijiang had not yet arrived.

Just as everyone felt they had been impolite, a belated announcement rang out from outside: “The Beijiang Princess has arrived.”

Everyone fell silent and looked towards the hall entrance. This Beijiang princess, having arrived in the capital two days prior, had already established relationships with three princes; her intentions were now crystal clear. However, with such ambition, one should at least possess the qualifications to match it. For a woman, perhaps her greatest asset is her appearance. One wonders what this Beijiang princess, who sought to win over several princes, actually looked like.

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