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The weather has been getting worse. At noon, Mu Junqi was taking a nap in her room when she heard a commotion outside. Annoyed, she opened her eyes and was about to speak when the tightly shut door was pushed open.
Looking up, she saw Huixin rushing in anxiously, saying, "It's bad, it's bad! The Empress Dowager has brought a lot of people!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Junqi immediately sat up, her first thought being the Little Prince. She hurriedly instructed Ziyue to find the Emperor and told the Nursemaid to take the child away from here first. Just as she finished giving orders, the Empress Dowager stormed in.
Now that Mu Junqi's health had improved significantly, she quickly got out of bed and greeted, "Empress Dowager, may you be well."
However, the Empress Dowager didn't even glance at her. She scanned the room coldly and said, "Search inside; make sure to bring that bastard out."
"Empress Dowager, what do you mean by this?" Although she already had an idea in her heart, she still asked hopefully.
The Empress Dowager no longer had her usual kind demeanor; instead, she looked at Mu Junqi with disdain and said angrily, "What do you think it means? Ever since you gave birth to that bastard, how many troubles have befallen our Western Yan? I never wanted to marry you as my wife in the first place. Now that you've given birth to such a bastard, do you really think I would keep him?"
As soon as she finished speaking, one of the searchers stood awkwardly in front of the Empress Dowager and said, "We found nothing."
The Empress Dowager was instantly enraged. She slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "Where has that bastard gone? Where is he hiding?"
Mu Junqi immediately walked over and knelt on the ground. If it were before, she would have argued with the Empress Dowager. But now that she had a child, she had concerns. Apologetically, she said, "Empress Dowager, I don't know what you mean by this, but the Little Prince is your own grandson. Do you really want to believe slanderous words and harm him?"
"Hmph! I originally wanted to treat you and your child well, but you should be very clear about what has happened during this time. For the sake of the common people, this child must die today without a doubt."
After saying this, she turned to Jingxi and ordered, "Jingxi, take people out to search immediately; he can't have gone far." Then she pointed at several maids and said, "Take the Empress to my palace." After finishing these words, she left.
Several old women obediently walked over. They were all rough servants, and their strength was naturally greater. In just a few moments, they pulled her up, refusing to loosen their grip no matter how much she struggled.
Along the way, many people stopped to watch, and some even covered their faces to stifle their laughter. At this moment, Mu Junqi did not want to completely anger the Empress Dowager and could only obediently follow behind, feeling for the first time a longing for Mo Xiao Li's appearance.
Before long, they arrived at Jinghe Palace. As soon as they entered, they saw several Taoist priests standing there. In the middle of the courtyard, a sacrificial altar had already been set up, with incense burning in the censer on the table, filling the air with its scent. The candles on both sides flickered gently in the wind.
The Empress Dowager was assisted by the palace maids to sit down on a chair to one side. She then looked at the Taoist priest beside her and said, "Master Lin, hurry up and prepare; we will hold the ceremony soon."
"Yes."
Mu Junqi maintained a calm expression on the surface, but inside she was already terrified. Just as she thought this, she heard a distant sound of a baby crying that grew closer. Her heart sank to the bottom, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She clenched her fists tightly and slowly turned her head to look at the courtyard entrance. Soon after, she saw Jinghe entering while holding the Little Prince, with the Nursemaid following behind in fear, her face showing signs of swollen fingerprints.
She hurriedly ran over to try to snatch the child from Jinghe's arms, but several old women immediately restrained her. She could only watch helplessly as her child cried heart-wrenchingly.
Jinghe brought the Little Prince directly before the Empress Dowager and respectfully said, "This disaster star is ready; what should we do?"
The Empress Dowager looked down at the child in her arms. Although she felt some reluctance, given the circumstances, she could not afford to be soft-hearted any longer. She glanced coldly at one side and said, "Leave it to Master Lin to handle."
"No! Empress Dowager, please don't treat him like this; he is just an innocent child who knows nothing! If you can spare him, I am willing to leave the palace," Mu Junqi could no longer suppress her inner fear and fell to her knees, begging while knocking her head on the ground. Her eyes were already filled with tears.
But the Empress Dowager paid no attention to any of this. She looked at Master Lin beside her and said, "Why aren't you hurrying?"
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest immediately instructed his disciples behind him and then placed the Little Prince on the table. The small body stared around in confusion while crying incessantly. Mu Junqi's heart felt like it was being torn apart as she cried and tried to move closer but was firmly restrained by those old women and couldn't move at all.
“Empress Dowager, please spare him, I beg you... I beg you.”
But no matter how Mu Junqi pleaded, the Empress Dowager remained unmoved. At that moment, Master Lin had already begun; he first ignited a talisman and chanted some incantations, then turned to a disciple beside him. The disciple took a handful of rice from a nearby bowl and scattered it over Little Prince.
Mu Junqi was at a loss, continuously knocking his head and begging for mercy. Others felt a pang of sympathy, but as they remembered the disaster on the sacrificial altar, they immediately looked at the scene with hatred.
Their cries attracted quite a few onlookers, who came to watch but quietly left afterward. After all, such matters were not something they, as Servants, were qualified to witness.
Mu Junqi felt as if all her strength had been drained away; she collapsed to the ground, watching the scene unfold with her heart bleeding. Yet that person still had not appeared, and gradually she began to lose hope.
The weather was already cold, and for the first time, she felt utterly powerless. After crying until she could cry no more, Little Prince on the altar had also fallen silent. Seeing this, Mu Junqi could no longer hold on and shouted loudly, “No!” before fainting.
...
After an unknown amount of time, she felt her body alternating between cold and hot, her mind was hazy, and everything around her was dark. After what felt like an eternity of wandering, she finally saw a glimmer of light and then caught sight of a small figure. She rushed over in tears, saying, “My child, my child.”
The child in her arms turned around, smiled gently, and waved goodbye as he gradually disappeared. She was startled and ran forward recklessly to catch that small figure but heard someone calling her name. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself staring at Mo Xiao Li’s handsome face.
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