[Fantasy] The Captive Concubine's Tale (Complete) - 3

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Chapter 24, Acknowledged.

Outside the main hall of the General's Mansion, all the servants stood ramrod straight, their eyes fixed straight ahead. Each one of them stood there as straight as a post, not daring to utter a sound. A few of the more timid ones had their legs trembling.

Mingruo also hid shamefully behind a pillar outside the door, holding a tea tray in her hands. She wanted to go in but didn't dare. Her small feet, clad in delicate embroidered shoes, scratched at the ground, unable to muster the courage.

A pair of large hands suddenly reached out from behind, one taking her tea tray, the other pinching her small cheek. A deep, magnetic male voice, tinged with amusement, drifted over: "What are you hiding here for? The Emperor is waiting for tea!"

Mingruo turned her head angrily, avoiding Duanmu Yun's restless hands, her little mouth pouting: "I know, but... but I'm too scared to go in!"

"Why aren't you scared?" Duanmu Yun quickly pinched her cheek again, chuckling deeply: "Isn't that Ruo'er's father, the Emperor?"

"That's true... but... but I really'm too scared to go in!" Mingruo was very distressed, grabbing Duanmu Yun's large hand that was pinching her, shaking and swaying it. "He just sits there, looking so lazy, I'm so scared! You know, I've always been terrified of Father." Her little face scrunched up like a bun, she looked genuinely distressed. But you can't blame her, can you? She wasn't like those foolish concubines and palace maids in the harem, obsessed with her father's handsome appearance or his unparalleled power. She was his daughter; how could she not see the cold, wicked aura emanating from him? Although he always seemed so lazy, his imposing presence was impossible to hide.

Duanmu Yun found it amusing, took her small hand in his, kissed it, and said with a gentle smile, "I think not." Seeing Mingruo raise her face in surprise, he smiled even more tenderly at her, "Although His Majesty's temperament is unpredictable, my wife can definitely tame him. Ruo'er may not say it, but she still longs for father-daughter affection, doesn't she? I've seen Ruo'er call her mother-in-law 'Mother,' so what she probably desires most is a carefree and unrestrained rural life. Your Majesty..." "He's the Emperor, so naturally I can't lower myself and abandon the throne, but the bond between father and daughter is innate. Ruo'er, just follow your heart; nothing else matters." Seeing her slightly startled face, he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her again. "However, our life as husband and wife is already very fulfilling. I may say nice things, but deep down I don't want Ruo'er to get close to the Emperor, even though he's my father-in-law." He then raised an eyebrow at Mingruo and made a face, instantly making her laugh.

"Alright, I understand." With that, she took the tray back from her husband and, taking advantage of the moment, tiptoed to plant a light kiss on his handsome face, whispering, "I really married a good husband." Her jade-like cheeks flushed red, and she turned away, too shy to look at him, immediately walking towards the hall.

Duanmu Yun, standing behind her, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. He touched the spot she had kissed, his handsome face suddenly filled with warmth and tenderness. He followed her inside.

No one knew that this scene had been witnessed by everyone.

"Father, please have some tea." Mingruo cautiously glanced at Emperor Xuli, who was resting with his eyes closed, and gently placed the tea tray on the table beside him. She wanted to say something, but seeing that Emperor Xuli showed no sign of speaking, her face immediately contorted with embarrassment. She secretly glanced at Duanmu Yun, who was walking towards her.

"Your Majesty." Duanmu Yun knelt respectfully in greeting. Emperor Xuli then slightly opened his eyes, a flash of bewitching purple light passing through them. "Rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Duanmu Yun rose and stood beside Mingruo. Seeing her pained expression, he couldn't help but find it amusing. Just as she was about to speak, Emperor Xuli spoke, "Little Fourth, pour me tea."

"Ah?" Mingruo was taken aback at first, then obediently replied, "Yes."

Emperor Xuli sat lazily in his armchair, his expression languid and self-satisfied, not at all like someone who had suffered a knife wound and been poisoned. He slowly turned his head, watching Mingruo's slender, snow-white fingers pick up the purple clay teapot, elegantly and gracefully pour the tea into the cup, swirl it twice, and then respectfully present it with both hands. His

purple eyes were calm, and no one could tell what Emperor Xuli was thinking. But Duanmu Yun knew very well that this cup of tea was not just poured by his daughter for her father, but also an offering from a loyal subject to a monarch for whom she had sworn to serve to the death. Even he, who was always upright and indomitable, couldn't help but feel nervous. If the emperor accepted this cup of tea, it meant that he acknowledged Mingruo's status. If not, it meant that he didn't care at all about Mingruo saving him today. Although the outcome wouldn't affect the couple, Duanmu Yun couldn't help but look at his wife. Seeing her lowered face, her exquisitely beautiful features, like a breathtaking ink painting, so similar to the Emperor's, his heart tightened. Although the Emperor was known for his unpredictable temper, Ruo'er was clearly his only purple-eyed offspring. No matter what, he wouldn't ignore Ruo'er; the only remaining question was whether to acknowledge her or not.

Emperor Xuli remained silent, his bewitching purple phoenix eyes casually gazing at Ming Ruo kneeling before him. His cold gaze swept from her dark temples to the slightly disheveled strands of hair clinging to her forehead, then to her long, fluttering eyelashes. From his angle, he could even see the delicate collarbone inadvertently revealed by her robe. His purple eyes flickered slightly, and Emperor Xuli softly hummed, "Give it to me." He extended his hand, long, handsome, and incredibly elegant.

Mingruo pursed her lips, a hint of trepidation in her purple eyes, identical to Emperor Xuli's. She carefully presented the teacup to Emperor Xuli's palm, nervously watching him lift the lid and take a small sip. Only after his expression returned to normal did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Her father's aura was simply too intimidating; even without having done anything wrong, she was still terrified.

Duanmu Yun gently raised the corners of his lips, watching the harmonious scene between father and daughter before him. Seeing Mingruo's joyful expression, he couldn't help but want to pull her into his arms and cuddle her tenderly.

Chapter 25: Emperor Xuli Smiled.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze. Emperor Xuli didn't speak, and Mingruo and Duanmu Yun naturally couldn't overstep their bounds. So, as Emperor Xuli slowly sipped his tea, Mingruo, who had been granted an exemption from formalities, couldn't help but look at her husband with a heart full of trepidation, her beautiful purple eyes filled with confusion.

Duanmu Yun gave her a gentle, reassuring smile, then loudly requested, "Your Majesty, please wait until the assassins are completely eliminated before returning to the palace. Please wait at my residence for a moment."

Emperor Xuli closed the lid of his teacup, hummed in agreement, and slowly turned his gaze to Mingruo, his purple eyes distant and unfathomable.

"You may leave now. Leave Xiao Si here to keep me company."

Duanmu Yun was startled and couldn't help but look at Mingruo with concern. Seeing the extreme shock and anxiety on her face, he felt an overwhelming pang of heartache. However, he could not disobey the Emperor's order, so he gritted his teeth and agreed. He then slowly withdrew from the hall, leaving the royal father and daughter, who hadn't spoken more than a few words in seventeen years, alone.

Mingruo bit her lip, feeling both nervous and afraid. Her small hands twisted together, wrinkling the hem of her light blue silk dress.

Emperor Xuli slowly opened his eyes, noticing her nervousness, but said nothing, only asking calmly, "How has Minister Duanmu treated you?"

"Reporting to Father, Yunlang—uh, my husband—treats me extremely well." First kneeling, then Mingruo looked up at Emperor Xuli, startled to see him looking at her as well. She immediately lowered her head again, her words stammering. "To be able to marry him is truly a blessing I've accumulated over several lifetimes."

Her purple eyes blinked almost imperceptibly. Emperor Xuli leaned casually against the armchair, his languid and dashing appearance almost breathtaking. His peerless handsome face remained calm and composed. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow, ruffling the strands of hair that fell across his forehead, highlighting his exquisitely handsome features, making him seem like a celestial being who had stepped out of a landscape painting. "Raise your head."

“Yes.” Mingruo responded, nervously raising her small face. She then saw Emperor Xuli’s hand reach out towards her. Her beautiful purple eyes widened as the perfect hand approached, until Emperor Xuli’s fingers firmly grasped her delicate chin. Her father’s hand was icy cold, just like his cold demeanor. It felt as if the hand touching Mingruo’s chin was not a hand, but a piece of thousand-year-old cold jade, beautiful to the extreme, cold to the extreme, and treacherous to the extreme.

That hand seemed to possess magic, exquisitely crafted like white jade, yet carrying a bewitching allure, like a bewitching demon. Mingruo wanted to dodge, but her body froze, unable to move. Her purple eyes, identical to Emperor Xuli's, blinked uncontrollably, her long eyelashes thick like two small fans. When Emperor Xuli's fingers gently caressed her beautiful features, her blinking eyes involuntarily closed tightly, and her two slender eyebrows furrowed.

"Born with unparalleled beauty, why allow yourself to be tarnished?" Emperor Xuli asked calmly, his elegant index finger still tracing Mingruo's delicate features. His tone was cold, yet carried a deadly wickedness. "These purple eyes are exactly like mine. To have kept them hidden for seventeen years, that's quite an achievement."

"Your subject dares not," Mingruo hurriedly tried to lower her head in fear, but her face was held firmly in Emperor Xuli's hand, and no matter how bold she was, she dared not move an inch. "Your Majesty, I simply... I just didn't want to live a life of intrigue and backstabbing in the deep palace, so—I didn't mean to deceive you." She blurted out her innermost thoughts. The reason was simple: although Emperor Xu Li's tone was so calm that it didn't arouse any suspicion, she knew she absolutely couldn't disobey him. Rather than be tricked into revealing information by him, she'd rather just admit it herself! Emperor

Xu Li raised one corner of his thin lips—he was an extremely alluring and aloof man, exuding an aura that was neither god nor demon. His features, though extremely beautiful and handsome, were serene, like a figure from a painting, sculpted from jade and ice, inspiring awe and reverence in those who looked at him from afar.

Ming Ruo was naturally the same. She blinked her large eyes and couldn't help but lick her dry lips. This action caused Emperor Xu Li's eyes to darken, and he then released her chin. "Heh, that's a reasonable excuse. I'll forgive you this time, but you mustn't do it again, understand?"

"Your subject understands." Mingruo quickly replied, lowering her face, her mouth, eyes, and nose all scrunched up. But Emperor Xuli actually reached out and lifted her chin, instantly taking in her embarrassing expression. "What's with that expression, Fourth Prince?" Emperor Xuli raised one of his slanted eyebrows, his purple eyes filled with interest.

"

Dissatisfied with my words?"

"No, no, no, no—" Five "no"s in a row, Mingruo was so frightened she wanted to shake her head, but Emperor Xuli held her head firmly in his palm. So she could only stretch out her two small hands and shake them vigorously to express her resolve, "Father, please understand, your subject just... just..." She couldn't think of a reason... "Just a facial twitch!"

"Huh?" Emperor Xuli thought he had misheard.

Upon hearing this, Mingruo wanted to die more than anyone else.

Her large, purple eyes closed sadly. Could she choose to run away or call for Yun Lang to save her? Yun Lang??? I really didn't mean to embarrass you???

Suddenly, Emperor Xu Li burst into laughter. This laughter instantly startled Ming Ruo and reached the ears of Duanmu Yun, who had been anxiously waiting outside the hall. His sword-like eyebrows furrowed instantly. The laughter seemed to come from the Emperor, but in his thirteen years as a general, he had never heard the Emperor laugh so unrestrainedly!

His dark eyes instantly filled with tenderness. As expected of his little wife, she had even tamed the most unpredictable Emperor.

Chapter 26, Enjoying Flowers Requires Companionship

Seeing Emperor Xu Li laugh, the first thing that surged into Ming Ruo's heart was suspicion. Based on her understanding of her father, he was an extremely reserved and unpredictable person, but just now... he actually burst into laughter?!

Emperor Xuli's beautiful phoenix eyes swept over Mingruo, who was staring blankly at him. His smile slowly faded, and his slender fingertip tapped Mingruo's nose, as if he were touching a cute kitten. "I think I understand why Minister Duanmu fell in love with Xiao Si at first sight."

Huh?

The topic jumped too quickly, and Mingruo was clearly caught off guard. Even with her sharp intellect, she was still only a seventeen-year-old girl. Although she was already married, Duanmu Yun had protected her very well. Mingruo had read a lot about the treacherous nature of people from books, and seventeen years of palace life had instilled in her a wariness of everyone. But when it came to scheming and maneuvering, Mingruo only knew how to bide her time and avoid conflict. In terms of interpersonal skills, she was a complete blank slate. Therefore, she truly didn't understand Emperor Xuli's rapid change of mood.

But even without understanding, when Emperor Xuli touched her nose, Mingruo felt both shy and delighted. She was ashamed to recall what Duanmu Yun had said to her father, the Emperor, when he asked for a marriage decree at the welcoming banquet. She was also pleased that her father didn't seem to dislike her; in fact, she vaguely sensed a tenderness from his elders. This feeling was truly unsuitable for the godlike Emperor Xu Li, yet it was undeniably real. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

Seeing Ming Ruo's flushed cheeks, Emperor Xu Li withdrew his finger and said, "Pour me some more tea."

"Yes," Ming Ruo immediately replied respectfully, then stood up and picked up the teapot. She felt a burning sensation on her cheeks where her father had touched her, unsure whether it was from surprise or shame. How embarrassing! She actually said something that made her face twitch; she wondered if Yun Lang outside the hall could hear her clearly? With his superb martial arts skills and keen hearing, he certainly can't escape!

She poured the tea, her two delicate, jade-like hands cradling the bottom of the cup. She lowered her head and presented the teacup above her head to Emperor Xuli. Emperor Xuli took it, his purple phoenix eyes slowly sweeping over the vibrant purple and red flowers swaying in the breeze outside the hall. He sipped the sweet tea and said, "Which servant in the General's Mansion brewed this tea? Although it's ordinary tea, the taste is exquisite, with a faint fragrance of four-season red and moneywort." It seemed that medicinal herbs had been infused into the tea, making this ordinary tea taste no less exquisite than the finest new teas offered as tribute from the various vassal states.

“Father, this tea was brewed by steeping tea leaves in the juice of Four Seasons Red and Moneywort. It has the effects of clearing heat, reducing internal fire, promoting diuresis, and relieving jaundice.” Mingruo raised her small face, a hint of unease flashing in her purple eyes, which were identical to Emperor Xuli’s. “Father, don’t you like the taste?”

Emperor Xuli didn’t answer but asked, “Is this the only kind?”

Not knowing what her father wanted to do, Mingruo still obediently answered, “There are several kinds, all of which I extracted from flowers and herbs

and combined with tea.”

His icy purple eyes flickered slightly, and Emperor Xuli took another sip of tea. “Then have the Imperial Son-in-Law send some to the palace every now and then. I like it very much.” Unconsciously, he had changed his address from “Minister Duanmu” to “Imperial Son-in-Law,” which meant that he not only acknowledged Mingruo but also Duanmu Yun’s status as a member of the royal family!

Upon hearing this, Mingruo immediately smiled sweetly, "Yes!"

Startled by her flower-like beauty, Emperor Xuli lowered his eyes without revealing his true feelings, concealing the stirring in his bewitching gaze. "After I finish this cup of tea, Xiao Si will accompany me for a stroll around the manor. I find the flowers here quite beautiful; I'd like to take a look. These flowers and plants... ...could they also be Xiao Si's doing?"

"...Yes, Father." Mingruo bowed obediently. "There are even more flowers and plants in the back garden. Although they've only been growing for half a year, some with short blooming periods have already opened. Father will surely like them."

Emperor Xuli narrowed his eyes slightly, then chuckled softly, "I've neglected Xiao Si for seventeen years; I didn't know Xiao Si had such abilities." He then took another sip of tea. It was unclear what he truly meant by those words.

In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, Emperor Xuli put down his teacup and extended his hand. Mingruo was stunned for a moment, then took his long, jade-like, perfect hand in hers. She felt a stunning fragrance emanating from her father, similar to the fragrance of white datura flowers, a demonic aura tinged with a bone-chilling cold, as if from a distant foreign land, seemingly worlds away even when she was close. Just holding his hand like that, Mingruo felt as if her bones were about to stiffen from the cold.

The two left the hall, and the servants who had been standing upright quickly knelt down, not daring to raise their heads. Duanmu Yun stepped forward and bowed. Seeing Mingruo clinging to Emperor Xuli's arm, he was first taken aback, then smiled slightly: "Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuli glanced at him indifferently: "Accompany me for a walk."

"This subordinate obeys." Duanmu Yun replied, then walked to Mingruo's side. Seeing that she was also looking at him, the two couldn't help but smile at each other, a smile that Emperor Xuli took in.

Chapter 27, Bloodline.

The autumn sun shone brightly, and the back garden of the General's Mansion was a sea of flowers. It seemed Mingruo had taken meticulous care of them, as the flowers had all extended their blooming period. So, when Emperor Xuli saw this garden in full bloom, he couldn't help but raise one of his elegant eyebrows, his deep purple eyes looking at Mingruo, who was resting her elbow beside him, and asked, "It's already autumn, why haven't these flowers withered, but instead are blooming even more profusely?"

Mingruo smiled, "Father, most of the flowers that have bloomed so far have different blooming periods. No matter how beautiful they are, they can't compare to the hundred flowers vying for attention in the Imperial Garden. As far as I know, there are still several peach trees in the palace blooming brilliantly, but the peach blossoms in the General's Mansion have all withered."

Hearing the regret in Mingruo's voice, Emperor Xuli glanced at her: "Does Little Fourth like peach blossoms?"

"Yes." Mingruo couldn't help but bloom into a stunning smile, her beautiful purple eyes, misty with moisture, softening at the sight of the vibrant flowers.

"And the Prince Consort?" Emperor Xuli shifted his gaze back to the flowers and plants in the garden, asking casually.

"Your Majesty, this humble general also loves peach blossoms the most." Duanmu Yun was initially taken aback, not expecting Emperor Xuli to ask him such a question, but he quickly recovered and answered with utmost respect. Although he hadn't previously shown much obsession or fondness for flowers.

"Is that so?" Emperor Xuli glanced casually at the riot of colors, "In my opinion, the Prince Consort might not love peach blossoms, but rather the beautiful woman who loves them?"

His words were extremely blunt, causing both Duanmu Yun and Mingruo to blush.

With a blink, Mingruo secretly glanced at her husband's face, seeing his handsome features slightly flushed, and couldn't help but find it amusing, thinking: You always tease and joke with me, but today you've finally fallen for it!

Duanmu Yun happened to meet Mingruo's furtive gaze, and the faint blush on his handsome face became even more pronounced. They were a deeply affectionate couple, and their occasional playful bickering was naturally a source of spice, but hearing such words from someone else, especially the Emperor, made even the usually calm and composed Duanmu Yun feel incredibly embarrassed. "Your Majesty—Your Majesty is wise."

He really admitted it!

Mingruo exclaimed inwardly, lowering her head, her face flushed an unbelievable red.

Emperor Xuli chuckled softly, his voice languid yet cool: "You two are a perfect match, and I am delighted. It was not in vain that I arranged your marriage."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. This humble general will certainly dedicate myself wholeheartedly to serving the court," Duanmu Yun declared loudly, his dark eyes inadvertently meeting Mingruo's bright, watery purple eyes. The couple instantly exchanged a smile, as if countless unspoken understandings had been brewing within them.

"Hmm." Emperor Xuli gave a soft hum, then asked, "Have you found out who it was?"

His words were ambiguous, but Duanmu Yun knew what the emperor was asking, and immediately replied, "Your Majesty, my spies have just returned. The person who attempted to assassinate Your Majesty outside Lingkong Temple was a spy sent by the Jiang Kingdom, who had infiltrated our Great An Dynasty. Apart from the dozens who died, the four captured alive were all assassins. I have already sent them to the Ministry of Justice, and I expect to have results soon."

Emperor Xuli lowered his deep, cold purple eyes and nodded.

Mingruo looked at her husband, then at her father, and asked hesitantly, "Father, I have a question, but I don't know if I may ask it?"

Emperor Xuli stopped moving, his snow-white robe drawing a breathtaking arc in the air, his beauty beyond compare. He glanced indifferently at Mingruo and said, "Speak freely, I grant you permission not to get angry."

Not get angry??? Father, have you ever been angry?

Mingruo silently complained to herself, but having already spoken, she dared not remain silent. She subconsciously glanced at Duanmu Yun, seeing him smiling gently at her, a smile filled with unparalleled tenderness and encouragement. Her chaotic heart immediately calmed down, but startled by Emperor Xuli's imposing presence, a hint of unease and panic still lingered on her pretty face: "Your subject wants to ask—did Father anticipate the appearance of those assassins? And perhaps, perhaps the reason Father left the palace alone today with only two guards was to lure these thieves out?"

Hearing this, Emperor Xuli raised his ink-painted eyebrows, asking instead of answering, "How do you know?

" "It's just my guess." Mingruo bravely raised her eyes to look at Emperor Xuli, biting her pale lips. "I heard a few days ago that the Jiang Kingdom offered dozens of beauties and gold and silver treasures. It seems that Father Emperor has taken the best of them. In addition, Yunlang casually mentioned that there are many Jiang Kingdom merchants in the capital, and several border towns have also been occupied by the Jiang Kingdom. So... So I dared to ask, please forgive me, Father Emperor." Heavens, if it were before, she would never have dared to ask such a question, but today is different. It concerns the country and the court, and even the future life of her and her husband in seclusion. How could she not ask? If Emperor Xuli's attitude had not become much gentler, and he did not seem unpredictable, Mingruo would never have dared to speak so easily.

"Heh..." Emperor Xuli suddenly chuckled. In an instant, his already peerless face became even more bewitching and unfathomable. But it was precisely this smile, a blend of ethereal and bewitching charm, that was incredibly alluring, much like the delicate scent of white datura flowers emanating from him—a deadly attraction laced with deadly poison.

Mingruo was flustered by his smile, yet her two soft little hands still clung to Emperor Xuli's elbows, her delicate face flushed crimson, filled with regret. Duanmu Yun also frowned slightly; the two of them watched Emperor Xuli laugh, unsure what to say.

When Emperor Xuli had finished laughing, the first thing he did was reach out and gently stroke Mingruo's nose, like a loving father doting on his daughter! Although they were father and daughter, no emperor throughout history had ever made such an intimate gesture towards his daughter, a gesture usually reserved for ordinary fathers and daughters!

Mingruo was stunned, and Duanmu Yun was even more stunned—that was something he often did to his young wife! Was the Emperor truly captivated by Ruo'er's affection?

"I have four daughters and five sons, but none have ever won my heart as deeply as my fourth daughter." Emperor Xuli's smile faded, but his bewitching purple eyes still held a deep mirth. "Everyone says I'm aloof and arrogant, but it seems there's a girl who understands my heart!" Is this the magic of blood ties? She has eyes exactly like his, and with their shared blood, she's the closest to his heart?

"My fourth daughter is right. I did intentionally lure them out, and the palace is just too boring, so I seized the opportunity to pull this stunt."

"But—Father didn't send anyone to accompany you." Mingruo was still puzzled. "Only two guards. Father—does he not value his own life?" Even if he didn't, he should think of the court and the people.

"Heh, isn't everything alright?" Emperor Xuli's lips curled into an almost icy white smile, his purple eyes gleaming with a shimmering amusement. "Good people are always protected by heaven. Aren't I safe and sound?"

Mingruo pouted and said nothing more—she clearly sensed that her father had no interest in continuing the conversation.

Chapter 28: Sew a Long Robe for Father Emperor .

From then on, Mingruo's focus shifted from her mother, Granny Duan, and Duanmu Yun—and now included her father. Emperor Xuli genuinely liked her; if initially he was only intrigued by her similar purple and phoenix eyes, after a month of interaction, he completely changed his opinion of her. Autumn was

almost over, and the cold winter was fast approaching. Preparations for the annual Royal Hunting Festival, under the control of the Imperial Household Department, were in full swing. As the Grand General, Duanmu Yun naturally had to attend. Before that, he had to ensure that

the Jiang Kingdom, which had been quiet for a long time, wouldn't cause trouble on this joyous occasion. The Hunting Festival was a special royal holiday, and foreign provocations and sabotage were not tolerated.

So these past few days he'd been incredibly busy, so busy he hadn't even had time to spend with Mingruo at home. For the past ten days, Duanmu Yun had been leaving at dawn and returning at dusk every year. Although this matter should have been handled by the Ministry of War, he, holding military power and responsible for the defense of the capital, absolutely couldn't be absent.

This day was no exception. Mingruo had forgotten how long it had been since she'd spent time alone in the pavilion embroidering. Whenever Duanmu Yun was around, he never wanted her to take her attention away from him, always doing little things to amuse her. Today, taking advantage of his absence, she needed to quickly sew some robes. Although Duanmu Yun had many clothes, his years of fighting and rarely returning to the capital meant he didn't have many warm garments. Although his martial arts were superb and his internal strength profound, Mingruo was still worried about him in the winter. Rather than seeing him wear only a thin robe all day, it would be better to buy him some cotton-padded clothes. Although there were ready-made clothes sold in shops, Mingruo preferred to make them herself. After all, she was idle in the mansion all day anyway, and besides tending to the flowers, reading, and writing, it was a way to pass the time.

Just as she was humming a little tune and embroidering patterns on the outside of the cotton-padded clothes, a servant in the mansion shouted from across the corridor, "Madam, Madam—a distinguished guest has arrived! A distinguished guest has arrived!"

A distinguished guest?

Mingruo was startled and immediately stood up. She accidentally pricked her finger on the needle tip, and a bright red drop of blood immediately appeared. The pain made her gasp—her weak and sensitive body meant she was extremely afraid of pain. Usually, with Duanmu Yun watching over her, she rarely bumped into anything, but now that he was out, Mingruo had become a little careless. She was meticulous when caring for her husband and the flowers, but she couldn't help being careless with herself.

Just as she was about to greet the white figure that had approached when the servants called out, a large, cold hand took her fingertips, which were still oozing blood. Then a snow-white silk handkerchief was placed over her, and Emperor Xu Li's cold voice entered her ears: "How could you be so careless?"

"Father." Ming Ruo smiled and her eyes crinkled. She pulled Emperor Xu Li to sit down and tried to pour him some tea, but Emperor Xu Li pulled her into his arms, holding her like a father doting on his daughter—heaven knows how much he disliked people getting close to him before this. "Ruo'er, you're in such a hurry, perhaps you're treating your father like an outsider?" For some reason, just thinking about this possibility made Emperor Xu Li feel uncomfortable, even though he knew it was impossible.

"Father, what are you saying? Ruo'er didn't mean it that way." Ming Ruo pursed her lips. "It's rare for the General's Mansion to have a guest. Who else could be called a distinguished guest besides Father? If it weren't for the fear of leaks, letting those with ill intentions know that Father visits the General's Mansion every now and then, Yun Lang wouldn't have ordered the servants to call you a distinguished guest!" At this point, her delicate brows furrowed. "Father, were you followed or seen this time?" That would be terrible. She didn't want anyone to recognize her, and why was the Emperor visiting when the General wasn't home? Ah... just thinking about it made it so hard to explain.

His long, slender hand lifted the handkerchief. Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, Emperor Xu Li gently smiled. "Ruo'er still doesn't believe Father?" It had only been a few days. He wanted to protect her; how could he cause her any trouble?

“Ruo’er naturally trusts Father.” Ming Ruo rose to pour tea for Emperor Xu Li, her face flushed slightly. Winter was approaching, and the weather was getting colder. When Duanmu Yun was in the mansion, he would remind her to wear more clothes, but when he wasn’t around, Ming Ruo was too lazy to wrap herself up so much. “Father, please have some tea.” Emperor

Xu Li took the teacup, his gaze falling on the needlework and fabric on the stone table in the pavilion. “What are you busy with, Ruo’er?”

“Winter is coming soon, and Yun Lang has too few warm clothes, so I wanted to make him a few more in case he needs them.” After saying that, she folded the clothes that were already mostly sewn and put them aside, a gentle smile on her beautiful face, clearly thinking of her husband.

His long eyebrows arched slightly: "Is there anything for Father?"

Mingruo was taken aback: "Eh? Father... ...Does he also lack clothes for winter?"

"Of course not." Emperor Xuli sipped his tea, "But I want Ruo'er to make it herself."

"Alright." Mingruo readily agreed, "Anyway, I'm always so idle, now I won't have to worry about what to do."

The father and daughter smiled at each other. Although they had only spent a little over a month together, perhaps it was their innate blood ties, their tacit understanding and telepathy were incredibly compatible, which was why Emperor Xuli could relax when he was with Mingruo.

Chapter 029, I Miss You

So Much For the next three days or so, Duanmu Yun was still busy with other things and had almost no time to spend with Mingruo. Mingruo took advantage of these three days to process and rush to make two robes. She originally planned to send them to the palace, but Emperor Xuli said he would come to pick them up, so she folded them neatly and continued to work on the cotton-padded clothes for Duanmu Yun.

Her needlework skills weren't particularly outstanding before, as she hadn't needed them in the palace. Her palace attire and handkerchiefs were provided by the palace maids, and Mingruo only ever did embroider when she was bored. However, after marrying Duanmu Yun, she could no longer wear palace clothes, and buying ready-made garments required having someone come to the mansion to take her measurements. Duanmu Yun disliked seeing her, whether male or female, being touched by others. This gave Mingruo a sudden inspiration: she could make them herself. Although Duanmu Yun didn't want her to do the work herself, he couldn't refuse her—he almost never refused Mingruo's requests. As long as it didn't harm her, Duanmu Yun was practically always there for her.

Just as she was painstakingly embroidering bamboo leaves on the collar of her outer robe, a pair of strong hands suddenly reached out from behind and covered her delicate breasts.

Mingruo was startled, her face turning deathly pale. Turning around, she saw her husband and pouted, her rosy lips trembling with displeasure. "You're bullying me again!"

"How did I bully you?" Duanmu Yun feigned innocence, reluctantly withdrawing his hand under his wife's glare. Of course, he didn't miss the chance to take advantage, pinching her several times until Mingruo was too embarrassed to even look up. "So soft and tender, I like it."

Hearing this, Mingruo was both amused and exasperated. She quickly held up her cotton coat to her chest to shield herself from his gaze, playfully scolding, "Yunlang!"

Duanmu Yun chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her. He casually snatched the coat from her arms, hugging and kissing her repeatedly, his voice tinged with dissatisfaction and grievance: "I've been busy for days, how come Ruo'er doesn't seem to miss me at all?" It truly broke his heart.

Mingruo quickly protested, "You come back every day, so I can see you at night!" She could also get more things done during the day, so why not?

"But I haven't held you for days." Duanmu Yun was more resentful about this; seeing his beloved wife in his arms every night but being unable to do anything was what frustrated him the most! "I miss you so much, Ruo'er, do you miss me?"

This question... seems really hard to answer~~

If she said she didn't want to, he would definitely use her absence as an excuse to bully her; if she said she did, he would suggest that since they both missed each other, they should have a deeper conversation... In any case, she couldn't escape being bullied today. Thinking of this, Mingruo couldn't help but sigh, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, bringing her face close to his handsome features, and kissing his thin lips with a mischievous smile: "Of course I missed you." If she didn't miss him, why would she have specifically chosen this pavilion to do her needlework? Wasn't it so that she could see him the moment he returned to the manor?

"I knew it." Duanmu Yun chuckled, obediently remaining still, letting her kiss him, "I also missed Ruo'er terribly, so much so that it hurts here." His large hand restlessly grasped her delicate hand and moved it down to his swollen and boiling desire.

Mingruo was startled and instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Duanmu Yun held it tightly. After a long while, her beautiful face flushed even more, and she shyly turned her head away, tacitly approving of Duanmu Yun's actions. Her small hand covered the place that made her so ashamed through her blue robe, and Mingruo almost dared not even look at it. Although it wasn't the first time they had been so intimate, and they had even done many more shameful things together, but—in broad daylight, in the pavilion, this was just too, too shameful!

Duanmu Yun's dark eyes narrowed slightly. How could he not see the unease in Mingruo's heart? How could he bear to let his wife be so frightened? Moreover, even if no one was around, he couldn't bear to let his little wife's fair skin be exposed to the blue sky and white clouds. She was his, her whole body belonged to him, and no one could even peek at her. Fortunately, the pavilion wasn't far from their bedroom; it was only a few steps away.

With a swift movement, Duanmu Yun scooped his wife up in his arms and, in a flurry of activity, used his lightness skill to leap across the pavilion and the lake, kicking open the bedroom door and pinning Mingruo down on the bed. He didn't even have time to close the door or the carved wooden window.

He missed her terribly; he'd finally managed to steal a moment to return home today, and if he didn't touch her soon, he'd explode!

His large hands, restless and eager, traced a path down her slender, delicate body, kneading wherever they landed, his touch light and gentle, as if afraid of hurting the fragile young woman. His warm, thin lips first kissed Mingruo's pink lips, his powerful tongue plunging deep into her tender mouth, licking every inch of her fragrant inner walls, even brushing over each of her pearly white teeth. Finally, he entwined his tongue with her small, sweet pink tongue, calling her name as he kissed her: "Ruo'er... Ruo'er... My Ruo'er..."

Mingruo lay obediently beneath Duanmu Yun, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her beautiful purple phoenix eyes slightly closed, indescribably charming and captivating.

Chapter 30, Mutual Affection?

Layers of pale purple silk robes fell to the ground, revealing inch by inch her flawless skin to Duanmu Yun. His dark eyes slowly deepened, becoming unfathomable. He almost held his breath before daring to place his hand on her icy

, jade-like skin. Although it wasn't their first time being so intimate, Duanmu Yun's eagerness was unprecedented. Mingruo was so shy she didn't dare open her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling. Her small hands obediently wrapped around Duanmu Yun's neck, her rosy cheeks burning hot.

His burning lips traversed her exquisite features, finally settling on her delicate collarbone, gently nibbling and leaving deep and shallow marks. Each kiss mark resembled a pink peach blossom blooming on that tender, white collarbone: "My Ruo'er is so beautiful…" Duanmu Yun murmured softly, his burning kisses covering every inch of her body.

Mingruo's purple eyes were closed, her slender hands, wrapped around Duanmu Yun's neck, occasionally twitched and trembled with the intensity of his kisses. The way her hands were folded made her not-so-full breasts appear fuller and more prominent, pressing against Duanmu Yun's chest. The soft, smooth, and elastic touch made Duanmu Yun's eyes darken even more.

She was young and not yet fully developed, and her body was weak, so the two delicate buds on her breasts were still like jade buds. Although small, they were smooth and soft, like delicate flower petals, exuding an intoxicating milky fragrance. Duanmu Yun especially loved them, and would play with them for a long time during each lovemaking. However, after half a year of marital intimacy, these two tortoiseshell-like nipples had grown steadily. Although they were not too big to hold in one's hand, they remained as soft and fragrant as ever, too smooth to hold.

At this moment, the pinkish-white bodice still slumped loosely on Mingruo's body, the ties already untied by Duanmu Yun. Only the front, trimmed with silver, barely covered her smooth and beautiful breasts. Duanmu Yun looked down at her, the shallow, alluring cleavage exuding a tempting fragrance, beckoning him to taste it.

Through the thin fabric, he opened his mouth and bit into a tender little nipple, slowly sucking and nibbling. Mingruo's hands involuntarily intertwined more deeply around his neck, and her two tender legs, barely covered by a thin underskirt, became restless, rubbing against him almost imperceptibly, wanting to break free, yet hesitant to act rashly due to her feminine modesty. Her small, crimson lips emitted soft, seductive moans: "Ah... ..." The intense stimulation made Mingruo want to curl up, but Duanmu Yun's hands were both on her body, firmly pinning her to the bed. She had no choice but to accept it. "Yunlang...?"

"Ruo'er, be good." Duanmu Yun, his lips still moist with the sweet taste of her nipple, soothed her in a muffled voice. He sucked on one nipple before moving to the other, soaking the pinkish-white fabric. Her two small, adorable nipples, unwilling to be left out, stood erect, the fabric already damp with saliva creating two small bulges. The towering beauty of her breasts almost made Duanmu Yun lose control.

Finally, Duanmu Yun bit down on the thin bodice, tore it off, and tossed it aside. Before him lay his wife's completely naked upper body. The ancients described her as having snow-covered peaks, fragrance like dew, resembling twin pearls. They imagined her first delicate hair, her budding hair, her red stockings, seemingly there yet not there, indescribable, beyond compare, her skin like autumn water, white as jade. This was truly not an empty phrase, nor an exaggeration. Mingruo's beauty truly deserves the description of "national beauty and heavenly fragrance." To have such a talented and beautiful woman as his wife is truly a blessing he has accumulated over several lifetimes. Duanmu Yun thought this, and thus said, "Having Ruo'er as my wife is surely a blessing I have accumulated over several lifetimes..."

Mingruo was slightly taken aback by his naked affection, her face flushing even more, her voice barely a whisper: "To have Yunlang as my husband is a blessing I dare not even imagine in this life."

The couple smiled at each other, Mingruo shyly turning her face away, and even Duanmu Yun's handsome face faintly blushed!

They were both immersed in their beautiful love, completely unaware that a pair of bewitching purple eyes were fixed on them not far away. The wide-open doors and carved wooden windows revealed the couple's current posture and bodies completely. Although servants were usually forbidden from entering the bedroom, this did not include Emperor Xuli!

After an unknown amount of time, Duanmu Yun suddenly chuckled softly, leaned down to kiss Mingruo's cherry lips, and whispered tenderly, "In this life and the next, I, Duanmu Yun, will only love Mingruo. I will follow you through life and death, never to be separated

from you!" Mingruo's breathing became noticeably heavier. She stared blankly at her husband's handsome face, her small mouth trembling. For a long time, she couldn't say anything, but crystal tears began to flow uncontrollably. Duanmu Yun kissed each tear into her mouth, chuckling, "My Ruo'er is such a crybaby. What should I do? Can I still

break off the engagement?" She wrinkled her nose, "You wish!"

"Then I'll have to properly inspect the goods before I can barely calm my regretful heart." Duanmu Yun grinned mischievously, and then suddenly bit her sensitive pink tip, making Mingruo's face turn pale and she gasp in surprise. He then chuckled and kissed her small mouth again, and the two of them laughed and joked together.

No one knows when, but the flirtatious banter between the couple was once again tinged with the ambiguous color of before. Duanmu Yun's thin lips covered the trembling tender breasts, and Mingruo's small hands moved to the bronze chest. Unbeknownst to them, their clothes had been completely removed, leaving only two beautiful bodies entwined.

His large hand caressed the delicate inner thighs, occasionally brushing against the two plump labia, teasing the hidden pearl within, before quickly withdrawing. A stream of love juice flowed between their thighs, soaking a large patch of the bed beneath them. The

purple eyes in the distance narrowed considerably upon seeing the glistening, sweet fluid.

Chapter 031, The Most Rightful Person (H

) Emperor Xu Li didn't know what his state of mind was as he watched this scene of marital bliss.

He had come to retrieve the outer robe Ming Ruo had sewn for him, having received a letter from her, but he never expected to witness such an extremely lewd sight. His quiet, elegant, innocent daughter... how could she possess such a bewitching and alluring expression? Every moan, every glance... was seductive to the very core, a captivating and soul-stirring charm. Her snow-white body was like that of a bewitching enchantress, her skin like jade, her breasts delicate and lovely, her alluring legs straddling Duanmu Yun's waist. From his angle, he could even see the long, thin strands of saliva dripping from where their naked bodies met. Duanmu Yun kissed her, caressed her... Emperor Xu Li narrowed his slightly cold purple eyes, wanting to look away, but found himself glued to her smooth, delicate body, and a faint feeling of jealousy welled up within him.

He actually had a... a desire to replace Duanmu Yun.

His long, arched eyebrows furrowed slowly, and Emperor Xu Li's eyes grew increasingly bewitching. His aura was so immense that neither Duanmu Yun nor Ming Ruo, completely absorbed in their passionate embrace, noticed him.

"Ruo'er, hook your legs around my waist," he whispered softly in Ming Ruo's ear. His large hand slipped between her slender, white legs, gently teasing the alluring, fragrant paradise, his fingers smeared with sweet nectar, before slipping into her tight passage. As his fingers entered, Ming Ruo let out a soft moan, her delicate body twisting and turning, as if trying to escape, yet also wanting to reciprocate. Rough fingers scraped and rubbed against the soft, tender inner walls, relentlessly pushing deeper. Mingruo felt both pain and pleasure, moaning softly, her pink buttocks twitching. But no matter how she tried to dodge, the finger seemed to have eyes, fixed on her silky, slippery body, impossible to escape.

Seeing that she wouldn't listen, Duanmu Yun chuckled, cupping her buttocks in his large hand and mischievously pinching her soft flesh. Mingruo shuddered, her body swaying downwards, allowing his finger to penetrate even deeper into her tight passage. Both groaned softly.

Duanmu Yun was covered in sweat, his finger trapped, his erection throbbing as if he were about to ejaculate. He immediately held Mingruo's buttocks firmly, his voice hoarse, "Don't move, or I won't be so polite."

His words were firm and resolute.

Mingruo, however, paid him no heed, her shapely buttocks still thrashing restlessly.

In the distance, Emperor Xuli's purple eyes deepened, a barely perceptible lust slowly mingling with the intense demonic aura. His deep purple eyes appeared even more profound due to the vivid and sensual scene before him. The way that delicate, soft, snow-white buttocks bounced in Duanmu Yun's hands was truly alluring and seductive to the extreme. Even he, who could usually control his body at will, felt a fierce desire to pounce on that woman and tear her to shreds.

If it were him... If it were him... That delicate and beautiful body, if it were in his hands... He would definitely take her very, very much, make her cry until she fainted, and then wake up crying again, so that she could only moan beneath him for the rest of her life. No matter how wanton or wanton she was, she could only be seen by him alone. His

purple eyes suddenly filled with ferocity, Emperor Xuli narrowed his eyes slightly, his long, curled eyelashes casting two reflections on his peerless face. He stared intently at his daughter and son-in-law's entangled passion in the bedroom. His long, beautiful hand slowly extended, touching the pillar carved with a flying dragon. His eyes were fixed on the alluring curves in the distance, his slender fingers tracing the outline of the pillar, from the exquisitely beautiful face lost in pleasure, to the pink, protruding breasts, finally lingering on the rosy nipples, touching them a few times, as if it were he, not Duanmu Yun, entwined with her.

Only when Duanmu Yun's thick desire slowly penetrated Mingruo's body, and her soft, tender moans reached his ears clearly, and her glistening love juice dripped onto their intertwined legs, did Emperor Xuli slightly darken his purple eyes. A demonic aura gradually gathered around him, thicker than before, so intense it made one want to vomit.

With each entry and withdrawal, tender, pale pink flesh was pulled out, the two delicate petals clinging tightly to Duanmu Yun's thick, erect member. Xu Lidi could even hear the wet, slippery sound of each thrust, incomparably sweet and lascivious. Her

moans were so sweet, rising and falling with each of Duanmu Yun's penetrations, so tender they could melt one's bones. She gazed at the man on top of her with seductive eyes, a tenderness Xu Lidi had never seen before. Her tenderness… …

That was her husband, the one in the world who could rightfully possess her. Besides Duanmu Yun, no other man could treat her like that… …Is that so?!

Besides Duanmu Yun, no one else could treat her like that?

No one could remove her robes, tear open her undergarments, kiss her, caress her, even enter her?!

Only Duanmu Yun could?!

A strange light flickered in his cold, indifferent purple phoenix eyes. Emperor Xuli gently stroked Mingruo's body from afar, no longer glancing at the couple's intimate embrace, and turned to leave. Passing through the backyard, he said indifferently to the servants, "Don't tell the princess and the general that I was here today, understand?" The

servants guarding the area immediately knelt down in fear and trembling, kowtowing vigorously. Emperor Xuli, however, wouldn't look at their subservient behavior. He glanced back at Mingruo, who was now far away and out of sight, and then turned and left.

Chapter 32: Something Seems Different

Holding the exquisitely embroidered robe, Mingruo hummed a little tune as she entered the general's study. Seeing Emperor Xuli sitting at his desk, engrossed in a scroll, she tiptoed away, not wanting to disturb him, and tried to slip away quietly. As her lotus-like feet stepped across the threshold, a deep, magnetic voice came from behind her: "Where are you going?"

She quickly turned around with a fawning smile, clutching the clothes to Emperor Xu Li's side, and presented them to him like a treasure: "Father, do you like this? If you don't, I'll make another one." The white robe, laid out before her, was undecorated, except for a faint band of bamboo leaves around the collar and front, their pale color blending seamlessly with the white robe, almost indistinguishable unless one looked closely.

Long, jade-like fingers slowly caressed the soft fabric, and Emperor Xu Li's handsome face lit up with a faint smile: "Very good, Father likes it very much." He raised a brow, for since he was sitting in a chair, Ming Ruo had to bend over to show him the robe. Although it was autumn, it wasn't cold, so she wasn't wearing much. As she bent over, a small patch of skin was revealed at the neckline, and her delicate, beautiful collarbone instantly caught Emperor Xu Li's eye. A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Because Mingruo was backlit, he couldn't see the deep, beautiful scenery within, but he could vaguely make out the shallow cleavage. His deep purple eyes narrowed imperceptibly. That soft, fragrant place… Even though he couldn't see it, the scene he'd witnessed a few days ago inexplicably haunted his mind.

Powdered and sweaty, spring-like and melting, with a subtle, lingering fragrance, the small, not-so-full protrusions resembled two delicate lotus pods. Embracing snow-capped peaks, gathering fragrance like dew, it was truly so beautiful that one couldn't resist wanting to taste and touch it.

"Father?"

Mingruo's call jolted Emperor Xuli awake. He lowered his deep eyes and looked at the beauty in front of him, who was tilting her head and looking at him. She had beautiful features, a smile as lovely as a flower, and her eyes and brows were full of spring-like feelings. A blush like peach blossoms bloomed on her cheeks. Although the young girl in the prime of her youth was already a married woman, her innocence and romance still remained in her bones. "Hmm."

"What is Father thinking about? Why are you so engrossed?" Mingruo mischievously leaned closer to her face. "Are you thinking about the new concubines in the palace? I heard that the Jiang Kingdom is planning to use a honey trap and a seduction scheme on Father!"

"Hmph." Emperor Xuli snorted and reached out to pinch Mingruo's tender, pink cheek. Seeing her puff out her cheeks in pain and her big eyes narrowing, his mood improved unexpectedly. "They're just ordinary beauties. I don't even notice them." He had been on the throne for thirty years and had seen all kinds of stunning beauties, but he had never been moved by any of them. They were just women sent as tribute from a small country, serving no purpose other than to fill the harem.

"Oh~~ Then what kind of woman does Father like? Is it someone like the Empress, or someone like Consort Duan? Or perhaps a beautiful and alluring woman like those sent as tribute from the vassal states every year?" Mingruo asked curiously, leaning against the desk. Her purple eyes, just like Emperor Xuli's, were wide open, showing extreme curiosity.

The daughter before him was undeniably adorable and charming, yet Emperor Xuli couldn't help but recall the image of her lying beneath Duanmu Yun, writhing and yielding in pleasure—her pink and alluring vulva, the glistening love juice, the crimson flesh protruding as she was penetrated… breathtakingly beautiful.

Though these thoughts lingered in his mind, Emperor Xuli maintained a composed expression: "They were all concubines chosen for me by the late Emperor and Empress Dowager; there's nothing I particularly favor." To be honest… he couldn't even remember the names of those concubines. Having been married to the Empress for twenty years, he didn't even recall her name, let alone the other concubines and young women who weren't part of the empress's harem. The only one who had truly captured his heart, etched deeply into his soul, was this innocent and naive girl before him.

"Don't like her?" Mingruo wasn't surprised by the answer. After all, Emperor Xuli didn't seem like the type to develop feelings for a woman. "Then Father doesn't like Mother either?"

"Mother?" This title piqued her interest. "The Mother Ruo'er speaks of—is it Consort Huai, whom I banished to the Cold Palace?

" "Father, you actually remember her?!" Mingruo was clearly delighted.

Emperor Xuli slightly curled his lips and nodded. In truth, he didn't remember who Consort Huai was at all. If Mingruo hadn't grown increasingly important to him, why would he have sent people to investigate her seventeen years in the palace, which also led him to know about Consort Huai, the woman who gave birth to such a precious child? Otherwise, why would he remember the name of an ordinary concubine? "You call her Mother? Shouldn't you call her Consort Mother?" His purple eyes glanced again at the slightly disheveled collar. To conceal the stirring in his lower abdomen, Emperor Xu Li picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and asked casually. "

Because Mother said we're just an ordinary mother and daughter in this world. Except on necessary occasions, she doesn't like me calling her 'Mother Consort.'" Ming Ruo snuggled closer, a sweet smile on her face. "She also doesn't like Yun Lang calling her 'Your Majesty,' so Yun Lang always calls Mother 'Mother-in-law.' Father, Mother is truly a good person. You'll definitely like her!"

"Is that so?" Emperor Xu Li stroked her little face, his thin lips curving slightly. "From what Ruo'er said, does she mean that she hopes Father will release Consort Huai from the Cold Palace and favor her again?" Mingruo shook her head: "

Mother won't be happy. If possible, Father, please don't make things difficult for her. Mother loves the simple life of a farmer. The harem wasn't suitable for her anyway. Being banished to the Cold Palace is a way of fulfilling her wish to live a peaceful life." A gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Just as Ruo'er says, Father will not make things difficult for her." He had no interest in doing so. "But you and Minister Duanmu, how come you've been married for so long without any news?" His purple eyes subtly swept over Mingruo's stomach, making her blush instantly. "

Yunlang said I'm still young and not in a hurry to have children..." After saying this, Mingruo felt her face burning hot, her small hands clutching the hem of her robe, twisting it tightly. A strange feeling stirred within her; hadn't her father already changed his address to "Consort"? How did it become "Minister Duanmu" again?

His purple phoenix eyes deepened: "I see. He's thoughtful."

Mingruo lowered her face shyly.

Seeing her beautiful, embarrassed face, Emperor Xuli's eyes grew even more somber. After a long pause, he said, "The royal hunting festival is in a few days. Minister Duanmu will likely be busy again. Will you be alright staying in the mansion alone?"

Mingruo nodded: "It's fine, Father, please don't worry."

"Hmm," he responded, his gaze becoming even more unfathomable.

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