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Mo Xiao Li looked at the two and said seriously, "From now on, everything regarding the Little Prince will be your responsibility. You must take good care of him and ensure that nothing goes wrong, understood?"
Ziyue and Huixin exchanged glances, and Ziyue respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, please rest assured. Huixin and I will do our utmost to take care of the Little Prince—"
Seeing their sincere expressions, Mo Xiao Li naturally believed them. After dismissing everyone, he sat down in a nearby chair when he was alone in the hall, his eyes filled with hurt. During this time, he had been having the same dream repeatedly, where Mu Junqi was not dead but standing far away from him. Each time he woke up from this dream, he couldn't help but think about it.
Now that everything was ready, the next step was to find the person behind the scenes. Currently, Prime Minister Kang was still locked in prison. From what happened that day, it was clear that the assailant was not from Western Yan, but he couldn't figure out who wanted her life. Given the circumstances of that day, it was evident that the target was Mu Junqi. This suggested that there might be more to this matter than he knew.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt how dangerous his situation was. Now, whenever he closed his eyes, he could see the scene of Mu Junqi's death, and it felt as if his heart were being cut again with intense pain.
While he was lost in thought, a sharp voice came from outside, "Your Majesty, General Mu requests an audience—"
Mo Xiao Li furrowed his brows again; he clearly did not expect General Mu to come at this hour but still said in a deep voice, "Let him in—"
Before long, General Mu entered and respectfully knelt on the ground, saying loudly, "Long live Your Majesty!"
"Get up."
After General Mu stood up, he looked around before deliberately lowering his voice and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to say that I am unsure whether I should."
"Since you are here, isn't it to tell me about this matter?"
General Mu immediately displayed a flattering smile and then cupped his hands together as he said, "I heard an interesting piece of news. Yesterday evening, I heard someone say they saw the Empress in Nanyang—"
"What? Say that again!" Mo Xiao Li's previously vacant eyes suddenly sparkled with light as he stood up abruptly, asking in surprise.
General Mu smiled knowingly and continued, "Someone saw the Empress in Nanyang. Don't you think that's an interesting story?"
Mo Xiao Li clearly couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he had heard it distinctly. Surely General Mu wouldn't lie about such a thing. However, he had personally witnessed her burial; how could she have reached Nanyang in just a few days? His hands trembled slightly with suppressed emotion, and his heart raced anxiously.
"Is this true?"
"I would never dare deceive Your Majesty. After all, the Empress is the daughter of an old minister. So last night, I sent someone to Nanyang to investigate this matter."
As Mo Xiao Li listened to his words, he pondered deeply, clearly unable to accept this news immediately. In the end, he still felt that someone must have mistaken her identity. Mu Junqi had spent so long in the inner palace; how could the common people recognize what she looked like?
Then General Mu seemed to see through his thoughts and cleared his throat, saying, "Although not many people know what the Empress looks like, there were still some who recognized her before she got married—"
At this point, Mo Xiao Li could no longer think clearly. Reflecting on various past events left him somewhat confused. Seeing this, General Mu cupped his hands and said, "I have already informed Your Majesty about this matter. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave." With that, he slowly walked out, while Mo Xiao Li remained oblivious to the situation.
Once outside Tianming Palace, General Mu smirked wickedly when no one was watching. He maintained that knowing expression until he left the palace. After returning to the General's residence, before he even entered, Madam came out to greet him. Seeing the triumphant smile on General Mu's face, she immediately beamed and asked, "My lord, how did things go?"
"The Emperor has already believed my words; truly blinded by emotions," General Mu said while sipping the tea his wife handed him.
Madam couldn't hide her delight and looked at him saying, "My lord, do you think our plan is flawless this time?"
"Of course! The Emperor is deeply infatuated with the Empress and has no extra thoughts for anyone else in the harem. Our daughter marrying into the palace means she has a good rank but nothing else. If it weren't for my influence over the palace maids and eunuchs, our daughter would likely be suffering greatly right now. Therefore, the only way is to make the Emperor give up on the Empress."
Madam suddenly understood and said, "I see now. First, we make the Emperor believe that Empress is dead. Once he has given up hope, we let him Understood that it was all just a trick. Given the Emperor's temperament, he would wish for her death. Then our daughter will definitely have a chance. You are truly wise, my lord!"
General Mu scoffed, put down his teacup, and then looked into the distance with a sinister expression, saying, "Mu Junqi, don't blame your father; this is all your own doing." He then turned to Madam and said, "The days ahead will be even more interesting," and the two of them laughed unabashedly.
At that moment, they had no idea that Mo Xiao Li in the palace could no longer suppress the thought deep within. If all of this were true, then that accident was premeditated, aimed at leaving the palace. What did all this time amount to—deception? Disguise?
The more she thought about it, the harder it became to breathe; a sharp pain struck her heart. She closed her eyes, her mind filled with Mu Junqi's face—sometimes smiling, sometimes crying. Just then, she opened her eyes and happened to see Li Fusheng walking in, so she asked, "If Empress is alive now, what should I do?"
Li Fusheng was taken aback at first, thinking this was just another illusion caused by the Emperor missing Empress, which had happened often before. However, upon closer inspection, he felt it was not just idle talk and hurriedly replied, "Your Majesty, please do not think wildly. Empress is no longer here; you personally oversaw her burial. Besides, if Empress were alive, how could she bear to leave you and Little Prince alone outside?"
Only then did Mo Xiao Li feel relieved. She suddenly realized she had overthought things; it was unreasonable to doubt Mu Junqi's love based on one person's words. With a helpless smile, she walked over to a low table and continued to look at the documents on it.
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