The royal palace of the Snow Wing Nation was shrouded in the hazy night. He felt that countless conspiracies were rising, and the truth hidden in the darkness was emerging.
In a room in the Phoenix Palace, the dim candlelight stretched the shadows. From the window, two figures could be seen in the room.
Yue Yinshuang sat in front of the desk, dipped her brush in ink, and drew a pattern on the Xuan paper.
Jin Xiu was standing beside him, and she was carefully grinding an ink stick.
The two of them had a tacit understanding not to speak. The room was terrifyingly quiet.
After a while, she put down the brush in her hand and carefully checked the rice paper. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, she folded the rice paper and put it into a small bamboo tube that she had prepared beforehand.
"Send him a messenger pigeon." She raised the bamboo tube in her hand with a solemn expression.
"Yes." Jin Xiu took the bamboo tube with both hands and quickly walked out of the room.
"I hope I can get away with it." She sighed and murmured softly.
Three days had passed, and she couldn't think of a better way. This was the only way.
For some reason, she felt uneasy these few days, as if something was about to happen.
She didn't want to betray Murong Lingxiang, so she could only give up on her clansmen. She knew that she was selfish, but she chose him.
She stood up from the chair and suddenly blacked out. She stretched out her hand to support herself on the edge of the table. When she had passed out, she stretched out her left hand to check the pulse of her right hand. Her brows furrowed more and more tightly.
On the other side, Murong Lingxiang raised his head from a pile of memorials. Blinking his dry eyes, he put down the brush in his hand and stood up straight.
"The Emperor?" Ming Deli asked curiously.
"I'm tired. I'll rest for a while." He said as he walked out of the door.
His mind was filled with thoughts of her smiling sweetly and he had no mood to read the memorials. He had to go out for a walk to wake up.
Ming De saw that the emperor had already walked to the door and quickly followed.
He stopped in front of a pond in the imperial garden and looked up at the stars in the sky.
"Have you ever liked someone?" He asked the person standing behind him.
"I haven't met him yet." Ming De replied respectfully, but his tone lacked the etiquette of a monarch and minister, and had more brotherly feelings.
"You said that you miss someone every day. Is that love?”He lowered his head and stared at the pool of spring water, his hands behind his back twisted until they were a little white.
"You're thinking about the Empress, right?" Ming De walked forward and stood beside him by the pool. He wasn't asking, but confirming.
"Yes." There was a faint blush on the side of his face, but because the night was a little dark, it was hard to tell if it was a blush or something else.
"I've long noticed that the way you look at the Empress is different.”Ming De tilted his head and looked at him.
"Why didn't I notice anything different?”He frowned as he stared at Ming De.
"Bystanders see clearly, but those involved are confused. You look at the Empress with pity in your eyes.”Ming De held back his laughter and kindly pointed it out for him.
"..." He was stunned, and her shadow appeared in his mind again.
" Gu, gu, gu…" A bird-like cry sounded in the quiet night, and a white figure streaked across the night sky.
Ming De leaped into the air and tapped on a few tree branches to catch the pigeon in the air.
"There's a piece of paper." Ming De checked the pigeon in his hand and found a small bamboo tube tied to its leg. He untied it and found paper inside.
Murong Lingxiang received the paper and flipped it open to take a look. His expression was solemn.
"What did you write?" Ming De saw that his expression was not right.
"A map of the Imperial Palace!" he said through gritted teeth. Sparks flew out of his eyes, and the nails of his clenched fists dug into his palms.
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