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Western Yan Kingdom Winter of the Sixteenth Year
Since learning that Mo Xiao Li married her sister, she no longer knew what she truly felt inside. Countless times, while leaning against the window, she would unconsciously hope for that person's appearance. However, with each disappointment, she gradually forgot the original intention of waiting there, as if only this way could give her the faith to continue living.
No matter how much Court Matron tormented her, her body had lost its initial pain. Perhaps now it would be more appropriate to describe her as a walking corpse. After a heart has been wounded repeatedly and left in tatters, the ability to love is surely gone.
Every midnight cycle, her mind would wander aimlessly, and it seemed she could always hear everything he had said that day: "Perhaps I loved the wrong person." How ridiculous those words were; if only he had realized this earlier, would everything have turned out differently?
While she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a child's cry. She stood up abruptly and walked toward the sound. Whether it was her illusion or not, she felt that the child must be her Han Zhe. Without thinking, she opened the old door, and a bone-chilling wind swept over her body, causing her to shiver involuntarily. Yet, she still rushed outside.
Before long, she saw a man in the courtyard of the Cold Palace, holding a child in his arms. Perhaps due to the cold weather, the child in his embrace was constantly crying. Upon hearing her voice, the man approached her. Despite it being night, she recognized him at once—Nanyang's Wise King.
Although she was puzzled as to why he appeared here now, all her attention was drawn to the child in his arms. Tears filled her eyes; she opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. Perhaps it was hard for her to believe what she was seeing. Step by step, she walked closer and finally realized that the child before her was indeed hers.
She suddenly lunged forward and snatched Little Prince from his arms. She noticed he felt somewhat cold and quickly wrapped him in her own body for warmth before excitedly saying, "Child... my child."
"Do you know why I am here?" Yun Cheng suddenly spoke up. Mu Junqi was startled and feared he might pose a threat to them mother and son. She stepped back protectively in front of Little Prince and replied, "Actually, I don't care at all why you are here; I just want to know how my child ended up with you."
Yun Cheng did not directly answer her question but took a step forward. Using the moonlight to gaze intently into her eyes, he spoke slowly: "I came to find you—" After saying this, he broke into a smile.
Everything felt so familiar; even though she had already guessed everything in her heart, hearing it from his lips still made her heart race. She continued to step back cautiously and looked around before saying carefully: "If you are discovered by the Imperial Forest Army, do you think you can safely return to Nanyang?"
"What does it matter? I have his lover and child in my hands; do you really think I would just let go?" he said mockingly with a smile.
Mu Junqi was very clear about her situation at this moment, but there was nothing she could do. She could only hold the child in her arms tightly and turn her back, saying calmly, "If you think this is a way to threaten him, then you are mistaken. As you can see, I am now someone who is even less than a palace maid. If he cared, I wouldn't be here."
Yun Cheng remained silent after hearing this, staring at her intently. Finally, he burst into laughter and began pacing in the courtyard. After a long while, he stopped and said, "I know you don't care about your own life, but if someone wanted to kill your child, could you just watch him die in front of you?"
"I know you won't kill him."
Upon hearing her words, Yun Cheng seemed to find something amusing. He looked at her with confusion and asked, "Are you so sure that I won't kill this child?"
"You won't. If you wanted to kill him, you would have done it long ago and wouldn't have waited this long. I'm just curious about what your true intentions are," Mu Junqi said steadily, meeting his gaze without fear.
Yun Cheng clapped his hands and walked around her before saying, "That's right. My goal has never been your child—it's you! Perhaps you don't understand now, but soon you will."
After saying this, he resumed his charming demeanor and stepped forward with a smile, saying, "Perhaps you should give the child back to me." He then directly took the child from Mu Junqi's arms.
Despite Mu Junqi's countless unwillingness, living was already difficult enough for her. If Han Zhe continued to follow her, he would surely suffer. Her eyes were filled with reluctance as tears streamed down her face.
Before leaving, Yun Cheng stared at her for a moment before turning to go. As he walked away, he said, "Just because I won't kill him doesn't mean others won't."
Looking at the empty courtyard, she felt as if all warmth had left her body. She shrank her neck and returned to the dilapidated room.
Sitting at the table in the Cold Palace, where there were no candles due to its desolation, she could only think carefully in the darkness about everything she had just heard. Although she didn't know Yun Cheng's true intentions, it seemed that he wouldn't harm them. Remembering his last words made her understand; everyone knew she was a useless empress now, and Han Zhe had naturally become a thorn in their side. Seeing him today made her heart ache as he appeared so thin.
"Mo Xiao Li, do you hate me so much? Don't you even want to care about our child?" she said sadly.
The Cold Palace at night was simply impossible to sleep in. Mu Junqi lay in bed, tightly wrapping herself in the thin blankets, yet she could still feel the bone-chilling wind blowing straight into her body.
Her mind kept recalling various events from before; perhaps she really should not have fallen so low. Regardless, even for the sake of her child, she should leave this place as soon as possible. Now she finally understood that even without any intention to harm others, one could still be used by them. This time was the best proof of that. If it weren't for her own negligence, she wouldn't have ended up in her current state.
No matter how she had thought before, she could no longer go back. The sound of the howling wind still echoed in her ears, and it seemed that since entering the Cold Palace, her body had never warmed up again. She curled up tighter under the foul-smelling blanket and fell asleep. After so long without a peaceful night's rest, she could finally sleep soundly now that she saw the Little Prince safe and sound.
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