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Since Xia Ziqian's appearance, Mu Junqi's life has been disrupted once again. She sat there all night, lost in thought, and despite Mur's repeated attempts to comfort her, it was of no use.
Mur understood very well that whenever it came to matters related to Xia Ziqian, the young lady would lose her composure. The incident that occurred to evade the marriage contract with the Emperor was a perfect example.
Now that she had become the Empress, if anyone discovered that she had feelings for another man, it would likely drag the entire General's residence into turmoil.
With a light sigh, Mur walked over to Mu Junqi and softly said, "Your Highness, it's already late. Let me help you get some rest."
Only then did Mu Junqi lift her gaze to look at her and chuckled lightly, saying, "Mur, you see him right here. Does this mean we can meet often from now on?" She smiled dreamily after speaking.
Seeing Mu Junqi lost in her own world made Mur feel even more distressed. She knew her young lady's character better than anyone; once she set her mind on something, she would go to any lengths to achieve it. However, being close to the Emperor was like being close to a tiger; if this continued, she would eventually face consequences.
So while covering Mu Junqi with a thin blanket, Mur gently said, "Your Highness, even so, you are now Cloud Swallow's National Mother. Lord Xia... he is no longer a possibility for you."
After those words, a long silence fell between them, and in the quiet of the night, they could hear each other's breathing.
Finally, it was Mu Junqi who broke the silence with a half-smile and said, "Yes, there is no longer any possibility between us."
As she spoke, she stood up and signaled for Mur to help her change clothes. Mur did not bring up the earlier topic again and nodded as she began to remove the hairpin from Mu Junqi's hair.
Suddenly, a sharp voice came from outside the hall: "The Emperor has arrived."
At those words, both their faces changed dramatically. Mu Junqi immediately ran to the bed and lay down, whispering to Mur, "Just say I’m asleep." With that, she tightly closed her eyes.
Then the door was pushed open from the outside, and Mur quickly knelt on the ground nervously saying, "Long live the Emperor."
Mo Xiao Li raised his eyes towards the bed behind the screen and coldly asked, "Is Her Highness asleep?"
"In response to Your Majesty, Her Highness has already retired."
Mo Xiao Li frowned as he walked over. Li Fusheng exchanged glances with Mur before they both retreated. As Mo Xiao Li reached the bedside, he gazed at her sleeping face in the dim candlelight and revealed a faint smile.
Mu Junqi did not expect him not only to stay but also to lie down beside her. She could vaguely hear him undressing.
Mo Xiao Li removed his clothes and gently lay down next to her. Noticing that she was still wearing court attire, he sat up and reached out to remove Mu Junqi's clothing.
In the darkness, Mu Junqi's heart raced nervously. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her hand, and she couldn't help but cry out, making it impossible to pretend to be asleep any longer.
With bleary eyes, she looked at Mo Xiao Li in surprise and said, "Your Majesty, what are you doing here?"
However, Mo Xiao Li did not answer her question. Instead, he coldly said, "Where are you hurt? Let me see."
Mu Junqi discreetly hid her hand behind her back and respectfully replied, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. However, Consort is not seriously injured; I just cannot attend to you tonight. Perhaps you could go to Qian Mei or one of the other sisters instead?"
After she finished speaking, Mo Xiao Li remained silent, merely gazing at her coldly. Mu Junqi grew tired of responding and allowed him to continue looking.
Finally, Mo Xiao Li spoke in a lowered voice, "Where are you hurt?"
"Consort is really fine."
"Where are you hurt?" he repeated.
Only then did Mu Junqi extend her hand in front of him and expressionlessly say, "It's just a minor burn; it will heal in time."
She thought that would be the end of it, but he still wouldn't let it go and coldly asked, "Who did this?"
Mu Junqi felt irritated but still respectfully said, "No one; it was my own carelessness."
After she spoke, Mo Xiao Li got off the bed. Mu Junqi thought he was leaving because he was concerned about her injury. However, after getting dressed, he walked to the door and said in a deep voice, "Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Fusheng and Mur pushed the door open and knelt respectfully on the ground. Before either of them could speak, he coldly asked, "How did the Empress get injured?"
Mur raised her eyes to look at Mu Junqi and stammered, unsure of how to respond. Mo Xiao Li raised his voice and said, "If you don't tell me who did this today, don't blame me for not warning you."
"Your Majesty, please spare me! It was... it was Consort Qian," Mur quickly spoke up in fear that the Emperor would truly blame her.
Only then did Mo Xiao Li sneer at Mu Junqi and coldly say, "So it was Qian Er," before striding out.
Although Mu Junqi was puzzled by his actions, as long as she didn't have to serve him tonight, that was better than anything else. She decided to let Mur help her change clothes before falling into a deep sleep.
Mo Xiao Li left in a fit of anger. It seemed that ever since marrying Mu Junqi, he had not had a single day of good temper. Whenever it came to matters involving her, he found it hard to control his temper. With a light laugh, he said to Li Fusheng, "Let's head to Guang'an Palace."
Before long, the Imperial Carriage stopped outside Guang'an Palace. The palace eunuchs hurried over to greet them upon seeing this. Mo Xiao Li walked in without even glancing back, and the candles inside were still flickering.
Li Fusheng immediately called out, "The Emperor has arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, Consort Qian came out draped in a cloak. Upon seeing Mo Xiao Li, she shyly approached him and blushed as she asked, "Why has the Emperor come to Consort's place tonight?"
Mo Xiao Li remained silent and strode into the hall. After closing the door, Consort Qian reached out to help him remove his outer garments, but unexpectedly, her hand was firmly grasped by him. She withdrew her smile and looked at him in confusion, saying softly as if she were acting coy, "Your Majesty, your grip on Consort's hand hurts terribly."
Mo Xiao Li sneered coldly and looked at her emotionlessly as he said, "So my beloved consort knows pain? Then what about when you disrespected the Empress? Doesn’t the Empress feel pain?"
Only then did Consort Qian realize that the Emperor was here to blame her. She quickly knelt down, tears glistening in her eyes, and said delicately, "Your Majesty, you don't know the whole story. Consort meant well by visiting the Empress, but unexpectedly, she was not only unwelcome but also mocked Consort. So in a moment of carelessness, I accidentally spilled water on her hand."
As she spoke, she reached for Mo Xiao Li's large hand and continued, "Your Majesty, you must believe Qian Er. After all these years, what kind of person has Consort been? Surely you are aware?"
Mo Xiao Li finally eased his emotions and reached out to pull up Consort Qian. He then said in a deep voice, "This matter ends here; it’s best if there is no next time."
Consort Qian then broke into a smile and reached out to help Mo Xiao Li remove his outer garments. With a gentle smile, she said, "As long as my sister doesn’t cause trouble for Consort, that would be enough."
Though she spoke sweetly, deep down she wished she could kill Mu Junqi immediately. She never expected that Mu Junqi would report this matter to the Emperor so quickly. It seemed she would have to be cautious of her from now on; let’s see who could outsmart whom.
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