"Your Majesty." Behind him, a man with a white face, who was obviously a eunuch, called out in a low voice.
The man's eyes focused on the ground. The cold aura on his body was like a sword being unsheathed. He bent down and picked up a small piece of cloth on the ground.
"Ford, go and check if Imperial Concubine Lu entered this forest just now." The man's voice was low, but it seemed to be mixed with a trace of coldness. It was so cold that people did not dare to look up at him.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ford whispered and left the grove with his head down.
The person standing beside the dry well was none other than Mo Rongzhan, who had come to the Hundred Flower Gardens on a whim to admire the flowers. He recalled what had happened at the Flower Appreciation Festival and revisited this place, but for some reason, he felt somewhat regretful.
Obviously, he had found out that the little girl was Lu Wushuang. He doted on her, but he always felt that something was missing. Shuang'er did not seem to like to talk about what happened that day. She even forgot the secret signal between them.
She said that she was young at that time, so she could not remember.
Perhaps she really could not remember. She should be nine years old at that time.
Mo Rongzhan's eyebrows twisted. Although he could not see what the little girl looked like at that time, he thought she was at most six or seven years old. How could she be nine years old?
Mo Rongzhan did not know what to think. He jumped into the dry well. This dry well trapped him at that time, but now it was no longer a problem for him.
In the dry well, there was a wooden box that had been broken in half. There were a few pieces of cloth in it. Mo Rongzhan's eyes darkened slightly. He picked up the pieces of cloth.
The cloth was cloud brocade. Looking at the color, it did not seem to be made in recent years. He put the pieces of cloth in his hand together. What he saw made his expression change suddenly.
Yao!
"My nickname is Yao Yao."
The sweet and soft voice of the little girl sounded in his ears. He looked down and stared at the words on the cloth. Was this left by her? Why was it torn to pieces?
There was no stain on the cloth. It should have been thrown away not long ago.
Mo Rongzhan immediately jumped out of the dry well and walked quickly out of the woods. Who was it? Who was it just now?
He walked around outside the woods but did not see a figure. He clenched his fists and a doubt slowly emerged in his heart.
If he hadn't seen the word 'Yao', he would have almost forgotten that the little girl had a nickname.
Lu Wushuang never said she had a nickname.
"Your Majesty, this servant went to ask carefully just now. Guifei Niangniang has been admiring the flowers over there and has never come here." Fu De had already returned. Seeing Mo Rongzhan's sinister expression, he walked over with his heart in his mouth.
Mo Rongzhan ordered coldly, "Go and investigate who came to the small forest just now."
Fu De hurriedly promised, but he secretly felt bitter in his heart. Why did the Emperor have such a special liking for this small forest? When the Emperor was still the Prince of Qin, he would come here from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.
What left the deepest impression on Fu De was that on the day of the Qin Emperor's wedding, he abandoned his new wife and sat alone in the forest for an entire night.
Mo Rongzhan turned back to pick up the wooden box in the dry well and carefully searched it again. He did not find any other pieces of cloth. Only then did he leave with a sullen face. He put the cloth in his hand in the broken box and asked the secret guard to check which year the cloth was made.
"Let's go and admire the flowers." Mo Rongzhan's expression had returned to normal, but the ice in his eyes seemed to be colder.
Fu De, who had been by his side for many years, sighed in his heart. The Emperor seemed to have never smiled sincerely since he was a child. When he met Guifei Niangniang, he could still see tenderness on his face, but these two days seemed to have returned to the past.
However, at least Guifei Niangniang was already special to the Emperor, unlike the previous Qin Wangfei. Thinking of Qin Wangfei, Fu De sighed again. The Emperor and the Ye Family had a deep blood feud. At that time, he was still willing to marry the daughter of the Ye Family. It could be seen how deep the Emperor's schemes were.
Just as Fu De was immersed in all kinds of memories, Mo Rongzhan had arrived at the chrysanthemum forest. Surrounded by people, Lu Wushuang saw the tall and straight figure and a gorgeous and unparalleled smile bloomed on her face.
"Your Majesty, why are you here?" She went up to greet him and curtsied.
Mo Rongzhan's eyes swept over the women, then looked down at Lu Wushuang. "I haven't been to the Hundred Gardens for a long time, and I wanted to come here to admire the flowers."
Lu Wushuang covered her mouth and smiled, "I thought the Emperor was over there with several lords."
Today, in addition to the women of the aristocratic families in the capital, there was also a gathering of men on the other side. In addition to admiring the flowers, they would also go hunting in the nearby mountains.
"I will accompany you for a walk." Mo Rongzhan whispered, showing special affection for Lu Wushuang.
There was no young woman present who was not envious.
This scene fell into the eyes of the other people in the bamboo shed. Princess Liu Hua's eyes almost turned red with jealousy. She could no longer sit still. She immediately got up and walked over, wanting to perform better in front of Mo Rongzhan.
Naturally, Ye Zhen also saw Mo Rongzhan. Although the distance was a little far, she could still see his appearance clearly. Her soul had been with him for two years, and his appearance had long been deeply engraved in her mind.
He was not much different from when he was a teenager, but his aura was more calm and restrained. His long and narrow eyes contained coldness and sharpness. His thin and lightly pursed lips still did not carry a trace of a smile. His angular outline was so handsome that it was suffocating. He was tall and slender, but not rough. He was like a sword in its scabbard, standing alone and exuding a disdainful aura.
"Seeing Imperial Consort Lu being so favored, are you envious?" Suddenly, someone next to her spoke sarcastically.
Ye Zhen was startled. When she looked back, she realized that it was Mister Dan. Ye Zhen's mouth released a slight smile, and her eyes coldly looked at the tall and straight figure walking with his hands behind his back. "What is there to be envious of?"
Mister Dan raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Zhen. "There is no young woman in the world who does not want such honor. Don't you want it?"
Of course she wanted it, but if she wanted it, she would not have married Qin Wang in the first place. Qin Wang was the most unfavored son of the late king. She even heard that he was not the late king's biological son. At that time, many people in the Ye family opposed it, but she stubbornly insisted on killing herself.
Now, she hated him as much as she once loved him.
"Mister Dan, the honor I want is for myself, not for a man to give it to me." Ye Zhen knew Mister Dan too well and knew what to say to make him happy.
In this life, she lived for only one purpose.
As for Mo Rongzhan, who cares if he dies?
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