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Yun Zhi Yue looked at Luo's aggrieved expression, her face showing a strange mix of emotions. "You really don't suit that expression, you know?"
Upon hearing this, Luo quickly composed her face into a more demure look, her tone laden with meaning. "It seems the Consort prefers someone strong, but the Servant is being disrespectful."
With her hands restrained behind her back, the hem of her skirt naturally swayed, and both of them let out a low hum at the same time.
Yun Zhi Yue could hardly believe it; she was actually in the Emperor's palace with Luo. She felt like she was going crazy!
Well, fine, she did have some thoughts about him. Matters of love were hard to resist once they had begun, especially when it came to her target; her feelings were not entirely insincere.
Fully absorbed in her thoughts, it was easy for her to let out an embarrassing sound. Yun Zhi Yue simply asked, "What is Feng Yu discussing with His Majesty in the front hall?"
Ah! Yun Zhi Yue quickly covered her mouth. What was wrong with her?
Luo tightened his grip around her waist and whispered darkly in her ear, "Are you very concerned about Feng Yu?"
Uh, not really. Ah! You can't be thinking what I think you're thinking. If His Majesty's heir is lost, then Qin Wangzi has a great chance of ascending the throne; this Palace naturally has its own intentions.
Luo held her tighter as if trying to meld her into his embrace, his tone softening. "Don't worry; it's not so easy for him to ascend. Even if all the ministers waver, His Majesty will have a hard time getting through this."
Yun Zhi Yue thought to herself that it made sense. After all, it was a hard-won throne; no one would be willing to hand it over to someone who wasn't their own son.
"Consort Yun, may I have a word?"
Suddenly, Feng Yu's voice came from outside the door, startling Yun Zhi Yue.
Her body tensed up, and Luo also held his breath for a moment before leaning down to kiss the back of her ear softly and whispering in a hushed voice, "Speak; the Servant hasn’t blocked your mouth."
What a scoundrel! How could she respond like this?
Seeing that there was no reply for a long time, Feng Yu turned to the maidservants by the side hall. "Is Consort Yun inside?"
The maidservant replied in surprise, "I saw the Consort enter but haven't seen her come out since."
As she spoke, she walked over to the door and knocked gently. "Consort?"
When there was still no response, the maid's expression changed. What if something happened? But if she barged in and found nothing wrong...
She turned back to look at Feng Yu for help.
Feng Yu stood at the door and asked again after receiving no answer. Finally, he said, "I’m sorry for intruding," and reached out to push open the wooden door.
Just as his long fingers touched the door, it swung open from within.
Yun Zhi Yue adjusted her attire, a hint of apology in her demeanor. "This Palace just felt a bit drowsy and took a moment to rest, which has caused you concern."
Feng Yu's gaze darkened slightly as he glanced at Yun Zhi Yue's exceptionally bright red lips. "It's no trouble; it was I who disturbed the princess."
He was about to leave the capital to return to his father's fief, but there were still many rare plants in this residence that could not be moved. Thus, he thought to entrust them to the princess, who shared a fondness for exotic flowers and plants.
"This matter has been communicated to His Majesty. When will the princess have time to move to Qin Wang Fu?"
Yun Zhi Yue was taken aback. "You are leaving the capital?"
This didn’t seem right; wasn’t his goal the throne? With no heir apparent, why would he choose to leave? Was this a strategic retreat?
Feng Yu nodded. "I have been in the capital for quite some time; it is time for me to visit my father and Consort Qi. This trip is specifically to bid farewell to His Majesty."
Given the number of people around, it was certainly not the place for such discussions.
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