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Zhu Qing held Qing'er as they boarded the small boat, gently drifting away. He wanted some peace and quiet.
"Why are you still looking for that embarrassing woman? Everyone, go back! Hehe, Madam An, hello. Is this An Ruomei? She's becoming more and more beautiful."
"Uncle."
A soft sigh came from afar.
"Your Majesty, it's been cool at night lately. I made you some ginseng soup to warm your stomach." Poppy's watery eyes sparkled, her shy demeanor evoking a sense of affection. Xuan Li sighed lightly, "Put it down. I will drink it later."
"Your Majesty, it will get cold soon."
"Bring it over."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"How does it taste?" Seeing Xuan Li nod, a gentle smile appeared on Poppy's beautiful face. Just then, a high-pitched voice from outside the door interrupted, "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Empress requests an audience."
Has she finally come to see him? Xuan Li set down the porcelain bowl. "Let her in."
"Jinse pays her respects to the Emperor." Jinse wore a plain-colored fur coat, with warm fur around the collar framing her delicate face. She looked serene and calm, reminiscent of Fengyin during usual times. However, such feelings were rare in Jinse; she had always been filled with anticipation—reserved yet brave. Today, she suddenly seemed more distant.
Jinse glanced at the two sitting together on the couch, a hint of chill flickering in her eyes. She lowered her head and said, "I am not feeling well; I will take my leave."
"Sister, are you leaving right after arriving?"
"Hehe." Jinse smiled and left without looking back.
She should not have come to the palace.
"Your Majesty, as the Empress Mother, your sister's behavior is too unbecoming."
Xuan Li merely said, "Wait for me tonight."
"Your Highness, the night wind has risen; it's warmer inside."
"Why hasn't Fengyin returned yet?"
"In response to Your Highness, the young lady did not send anyone to deliver a message, so I do not know. Why does Your Highness frown?"
"It's nothing, just some stomach pain. I've blown out the lamp; I want to rest."
"It is still early in the night; will Your Highness not leave a lamp for His Majesty?"
"No, it's too bright; I can't sleep."
"Understood, Your Highness."
Jinse changed her clothes and lay on the bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep. The cool breeze stirred the small window, causing the paper decorations to make delicate sounds. Outside, unknown insects chirped. Just like that, she fell into a dream, where there was a clear sky and only a man with a faint glow in his silhouette.
In the dream, Jinse wore colorful garments and walked barefoot on soft clouds.
"Who are you?"
Only a low laugh echoed back, filled with allure and charm.
Such a familiar person; who could he be?
"Don't ask who I am."
As if sensing what Jinse was thinking, the mysterious man in her dream lightly brushed his sleeve, bringing a gentle breeze. Jinse lay on the clouds, closing her slightly weary eyes. The surroundings were warm and filled with soft light, yet she felt an unprecedented darkness and confusion.
In this dream within a dream, she wondered if the emperor named Xuan Li, whom she longed for, was still there.
"Your Majesty, the Empress is unwell and has already rested."
"What kind of behavior is this? I will no longer come to Chengqian Palace."
"Your Majesty, please calm down."
Jinse in the dream was completely unaware of all this; she was lost in thought about that familiar figure.
The women in the deep palace do not seek fame or fortune; what they desire is the heart of the lofty emperor.
Sometimes they would also be willing to marry an ordinary man and share simple conversations over wine.
Mujia Windward Tower.
"Miss, I will be outside. If anything happens at night, just call for me."
"Alright." Fengyin replied, lowering the bed curtains and yawning, feeling a bit drowsy. Just as she was about to sleep, she heard a gentle tapping on the window.
"Isn't the window closed properly?" Fengyin got out of bed and walked towards the window. Who could it be outside?
The person outside continued to lightly tap on the window frame, likely having stood there for a while.
"Who is it?"
"Guess what."
Fengyin slightly parted her lips, a bit surprised. Why is it him?
"What are you doing? It's the middle of the night and you're not sleeping." Fengyin opened the window, gently complaining.
Hibiscus reached out to cup Fengyin's small face, looking into her gentle and charming eyes.
"I can't sleep," he said softly, his fingertip brushing against her lips.
"If you can't sleep, don't come here. It would be bad if others saw you."
"I don't care."
"Uh! Mmm..." The soft whimper was caught in his throat. He didn't care how others viewed him; he only knew that after just a moment apart, he missed her immensely. The moonlight and her presence made him feel impulsive.
"Yin'er, I love you." She was like his broken rib; without her, he wouldn't be whole.
"Jin Zhi."
He remained the warm and humble man in her heart. Even though they had unpleasant memories in the past, she still felt deep affection for him.
East Sea Crystal Palace.
"Azure Sky, you haven't eaten anything since you came back. Today..." Bixie said shyly, "Today, I personally cooked for you. Shishi is also here. Although I would prefer it to be just the two of us, um, I don't mean you're unnecessary." Wasn't that unnecessary?!
"In any case, hurry up and come out to eat."
"Bixie, the kitchen is on fire!" Water Consort's voice came through, and Bixie hurriedly ran over.
"Shishi, are you okay? Did you get burned by the fire?"
"No, I'm fine. What happened to Azure Sky?"
"I don't know. It was like this when I returned from the palace last time."
"It can't be going through transformation, right?"
"Transformation? How is that possible? He hasn't even completed his transformation yet."
Water Consort tugged at Bixie's long whiskers, "Sigh, Azure Sky is so pitiful. He doesn't even have whiskers as big as yours. What kind of brother are you? You must have taken all the good things."
Bixie closed his dragon eyes in enjoyment. Only at times like this did he wish he could transform into a human.
Bixie's so-called cooking actually just meant breathing fire.
Lying with his large dragon head, he boredly exhaled dragon flames while watching the petite figure of Water Consort busying herself nearby. He truly felt happy just by looking at her.
"Bixie, you're really great."
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