Bei Yuewu had long heard that Murong Jiancheng had found a woman and they seemed to be in a relationship.
She just hadn't expected Murong Jiancheng to bring this woman into the palace and into his room.
It was really fast.
At this moment, Murong Jiancheng, who was in the room, sensed her gaze and looked over.
Their gazes collided in the air.
Murong Jiancheng looked at Bei Yuewu with a deep gaze and didn't say a word.
Elle smiled politely. "Hello, Madam Bei. My name is Elle."
Bei Yuewu nodded and smiled impeccably. "We're going to dance later. Miss Elle, please come down with us."
With that, Bei Yuewu left with Jun Xiqing.
…
There was no one outside. Murong Jiancheng hadn't retracted his gaze and looked in the direction that Bei Yuewu had disappeared.
Cough.
Cough.
Murong Jiancheng coughed a few times. He stretched out his hand and coughed out blood.
"Your Majesty, are you alright? I'll get some medicine for you. "Elle ran over anxiously to get the medicine.
"Close the door first," Murong Jiancheng said in a low voice.
Elle froze and quickly turned to close the door.
After getting the bottle, she poured out two pills and handed him the warm water. "Your Majesty, you didn't tell President Lu about your current physical condition, and you don't want Madam Bei to know either, right?"
Murong Jiancheng's handsome face turned pale. "There's no need for Yeming to tell him. As for her … don't let her know.
"But I can tell that you miss Madam Bei very much. Madam Bei is still thinking about what happened 26 years ago. She has always misunderstood you and Dongfang Wanqing. Now that the truth has been revealed, I feel that as long as you two can get over it, Madam Bei will return to your side."
Murong Jiancheng fell silent. His tall figure was cast in the dim light, forming a lonely silhouette.
This emperor, who was nearly fifty years old, grew up in the White House with a strict feudal system and experienced the ups and downs of imperial power. During the decades of turmoil of the Marquis' separatist regime, he had always been guarding the palace and strategizing. He had dedicated his life to his country and was worthy of the title "monarch".
However, he had been overworked for a long time and had fallen ill from worry. He was already in the late stages of a heart attack.
Murong Jiancheng shook his head. "Forget it, she's still young. She was the most carefree and unrestrained when she was young. I know she suffered a lot when she married me.
"Because of me, she wore clothes that didn't fit her feet. She didn't even tell me when her feet got blisters. Because of me, she tried to please the late emperor. When the late emperor splashed water on her face, she wiped it away and laughed heartlessly. One day, I saw her calling her brother. After the call, she leaned on the table and cried secretly."
"She was only 18 years old that year. She was no longer the same Bei Yuewu. She was no longer because of me. She had no family or friends in the palace, just a prison.
"Yuewu was happy every day. She said that, and said to care of love. to said love with me. on, I, Wan, be, I, Hua. to remember.
"I wanted to protect her, but in the presence of the late emperor, I still entered Dongfang Wanqing's room that night. Later, she abandoned her husband and son and rode away on her horse. She didn't even look back at me. In fact, I've never blamed her."
"I know she's a simple and pure woman. She's like a summer flower and lives for love. She's like a moth flying into a flame when she falls in love with someone. She won't allow any betrayal. Once betrayed, she'll abandon you even if it hurts her to the bone. That's the kind of woman she is.
"We've already missed each other for 26 years. She's used to living a carefree life outside. How can I trap her and drag her down?
"She's still young and Yeming is a filial child. Let her go and let her live happily."
Hearing these words, Elle covered her face. Her hands were filled with tears.
Actually, the story she heard was simple. Murong Jiancheng and Bei Yuewu hadn't even been together for half a year. Murong Jiancheng was a block of wood and had never done anything romantic.
But she was touched.
So touched that it made her tear up.
In the blink of an eye, 26 years had passed.
He was no longer that high-spirited Murong Lang from back then, and she was no longer that devilish woman who charmed an entire generation. However, in a daze, they seemed to have stayed in that day. In the cold and gloomy palace, filled with flickering red candles, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace, who was dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, and listened to her tell the story of 'a white-haired man with a single heart' …
That was also his and her story.
…
Downstairs, Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming and said softly, "Don't be too strict with Dongfang Wanqing. I'm going to use her to catch a big fish."
Lu Yeming's thin lips curved upwards. "Yuan Ming?"
"That's right. Don't you want to know who carried you away 26 years ago? I'm going to get rid of the poison on my face."
Lu Yeming looked at her and smiled. "There was something wrong with the medicine you gave Dongfang Wanqing today. Although you could have controlled the situation, you took too much of a risk."
"The risk was worth it. After all, I managed to resolve the quartet relationship from 26 years ago and the grudge in Auntie's heart."
Jun Xiqing's eyes were bright and coupled with the starry sea dress she was wearing, she looked exceptionally dazzling.
Lu Yeming's gaze turned dark and hot.
Ignoring him, Jun Xiqing turned around and walked away.
At this moment, Mu Yanfeng walked over. "Qingqing, it's time to dance. Can I invite you for a dance?"
Mu Yanfeng invited Jun Xiqing for a dance.
Before Jun Xiqing could reply, Feng Sinan walked over. "Miss Jun, can I invite you for a dance?"
Feng Sinan also invited her for a dance.
Jun Xiqing, who was invited by two men at the same time, was speechless.
She was really flattered.
At this moment, a deep and magnetic voice came from behind. "Is it really okay for you to invite my woman to dance in front of me?"
Jun Xiqing turned around to see Lu Yeming walking over.
Standing tall and handsome in front of her, he stretched out his hand like a gentleman. "Qingqing, dance with me, hm?"
Before Jun Xiqing could reply, a hand reached out and slapped Lu Yeming's hand away.
Bei Yuewu came over and stood in front of Jun Xiqing to protect her. She looked at Lu Yeming and said, "Scram to the side. Don't even think about hurting Qingqing."
Lu Yeming was speechless.
"Young Master Feng, Young Master Mu, don't even think about it. Qingqing, let's go." Bei Yuewu pulled Jun Xiqing away.
The three men were speechless.
…
Bei Yuewu pulled Jun Xiqing to the side. Jun Xiqing was very grateful. She really didn't want to choose any one of them.
At this moment, Murong Jiancheng held Ai Lei's hand and slid onto the dance floor. The two of them started dancing elegantly.
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