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The Emperor's desire to pursue the Grand Master was already common knowledge both inside and outside the palace.
So when the schemes of Emerald Flower were thwarted once again, everyone wore expressions of understanding and acceptance.
In their eyes, how could someone as gentle and refined as the Grand Master be tainted by someone like Emerald Flower?
In the face of various rumors, Leng Qinghuai merely smiled faintly. He had no intention of staying in Dongliang Kingdom, but due to a series of misunderstandings, he had become Emerald Flower's "consort." Yet he knew in his heart that if he truly wanted to leave, who could possibly stop him?
That foolish monarch? A sarcastic smile crept onto Leng Qinghuai's lips.
The Golden Phoenix Hall was brightly lit, with the crackling charcoal fire radiating warmth, lulling one into a drowsy state, making one long to burrow under the covers. If only one could hold someone close while doing so, it would be perfect.
"Sigh..." Emerald Flower let out a heavy sigh.
"Why does Your Majesty sigh?" The young eunuch carefully ground ink while secretly observing Emerald Flower's dejected face.
How could she not sigh? Leng Qinghuai had actually ordered her to finish all the official documents before she could return to her chambers to rest.
What a cruel person! Tears unknowingly dripped into the inkstone as she felt like a clown. Why did he not like her at all?
As Emerald Flower continued writing, she began to feel drowsy. In her hazy state, she sensed a pair of warm, long hands gently draping a fur coat over her shoulders, accompanied by a sweet fragrance of pear blossoms.
The owner of those hands had slender eyes, smooth black hair, and a gentle smile that graced his face.
"Consort..." Emerald Flower murmured drowsily.
The man leaned in slightly, as if listening to her words.
"I want... to eat you!" Emerald Flower, in a dreamlike state, slowly crawled over and wrapped her arms around his slender waist, her mouth moving toward his face as if to nibble on it.
This lecher, even while asleep, was so restless.
Leng Qinghuai had initially thought of using a binding spell to keep Emerald Flower here to "enjoy the breeze," but seeing how obediently she had been revising documents late into the night, he decided to let her be for now.
With a helpless sigh, Leng Qinghuai gently picked her up and walked slowly outside the hall.
At this moment, snow was falling heavily from the sky, blanketing the ground with a thick layer of white. The entire world seemed shrouded in a cold, piercing veil.
Unknowingly, he had been in Dongliang Kingdom for over ten years.
Assisting the new ruler, Emerald Flower, was his destined task; only by doing so could he follow his master and ascend to immortality.
As for the various reasons behind it all, Daoist Xu Huai had only vaguely mentioned that matters in the mortal realm were merely about repaying debts and fulfilling obligations.
But was he really repaying a debt or returning a favor? Leng Qinghuai furrowed his brow slightly and paused amidst the swirling snow.
"Qing Huai, aren't you cold?" Emerald Flower asked as she was awakened by the cold wind.
"Emerald Flower, why do you like the snow?" she asked again.
He chuckled softly, lowering his head to the girl in his arms. "My master ascended to immortality during a snowfall. Perhaps I too will ascend like my master, carried away by the snowflakes."
Emerald Flower's face turned pale with shock. She quickly rolled off the bed and tightly hugged Leng Qinghuai's waist, anxiously saying, "Don't scare me! You're a mortal; it's not that easy to become an immortal!"
It was then that Leng Qinghuai noticed she had no shoes on when he carried her out. Now, her bare feet were resting on the snow, turning a rosy red like plum blossoms in winter.
His heart tightened suddenly, and he instinctively wanted to embrace her.
But after hesitating for a long moment, he gritted his teeth and brushed his sleeve aside, leaving behind a cold, icy remark: "You are a ruler of a nation; what kind of person do you not have? Why must you cling to someone like me?"
How could he make the snow stop falling? How could he let Qing Huai know how much she would miss him if he left?
Emerald Flower stared blankly at the sky. Under the vast blue canopy, snowflakes fell in large swathes, landing on her head and at her feet, gradually turning her world into a pure white landscape.
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