The Tale of the Imprisoned Consort - Chapter 23: A Promise for Next Year

"Yun Lang?" Ming Ruo anxiously leaned over to touch Duanmu Yun's face. Seeing the blood on his handsome face, she was momentarily flustered. If Duanmu Yun hadn't held her small hand in time, she might have already burst into tears. "It's alright, I'm fine. How is the Emperor?" Only then did Ming Ruo realize that her father was still behind her. Her face flushed red, and she stammered, "He should be alright now. How about you?" Her big eyes kept glancing at him.
Duanmu Yun chuckled and took her small hand, then turned to Emperor Xuli and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please come to my residence to have your wounds cleaned again, lest you be taken advantage of by villains." He didn't know if there were still ambushes in the capital, and he couldn't afford to be careless.
Emperor Xuli hummed in response, then closed his eyes, seemingly having no interest in speaking.
He was the kind of person who could intimidate people even without saying a word. Although his demonic aura had subsided slightly, his noble and awe-inspiring presence was still present. At least Mingruo was too frightened to speak anymore and could only tug at Duanmu Yun's sleeve and shrink into his arms.
Seeing that his young wife was quite frightened, Duanmu Yun smiled helplessly, picked her up and got out of the carriage, leaving Xu Lidi alone. He then said to the coachman, "You can get off first. There are a few people on horseback behind. Ask them to give you a ride."
The coachman immediately responded, quickly got off the carriage, and handed the whip to Duanmu Yun.
Holding his wife close, Duanmu Yun chuckled and teased Mingruo's little nose with his high, straight nose, his voice low, clearly afraid of disturbing Emperor Xuli who was resting with his eyes closed: "Why are you so afraid? Is this how you treat His Majesty's injuries? Then I have to doubt my wife's skills. Please don't make His Majesty's injuries worse."
Hearing this, Mingru pouted in dissatisfaction, "I didn't! It's just, it's just—" Her little face scrunched up slightly, "It's just that I've never been around Father Emperor before, and now that I'm suddenly so close, it feels unbelievable. I'm not scared at all. Besides... he is, after all, my father. What daughter in the world is afraid of her father? I think it's you who's scared, Yunlang! You always bully me at home, but in front of Father Emperor, you're as obedient as a little lamb... Ah~~ You can't take revenge like this~~" She suddenly exclaimed, then covered her mouth and giggled as she hid. Who told that certain unscrupulous fellow to slip his hand inside her clothes while she was talking about him!
"The proper etiquette between ruler and subject cannot be disregarded. As your husband, I must be respectful to the Emperor. What do you mean by fear? Ruo'er really doesn't know how to speak." Duanmu Yun nuzzled Mingruo's cheek, his dark eyes glancing around before quickly planting a kiss on her cherry lips.
"If Ruo'er isn't afraid, that would be the best."
Mingruo blushed as he kissed her, and her two fair hands climbed up his dark blue robe. She said with some regret, "I didn't even get to see the peach blossoms at Lingkong Temple."
"I'm so sorry." Duanmu Yun kissed her cheek tenderly again, his eyes full of apology. "Today is the last day of the flowering season, and also the day when it blooms most beautifully all year round. I'm afraid I'll have to let Ruo'er down. How about we make up for it next year? Then we must make sure Master Bu moves the most beautiful one for Ruo'er."
Mingruo blinked her beautiful purple eyes, then pulled up Duanmu Yun's robe to cover her face—the city gate was just a stone's throw away, and the veil was left in the carriage; now she had to go in and get it… Thinking of her father inside, how could she dare to disturb him? She could only borrow her husband's robe for the time being.
"Then you mustn't lie to me, you have to bring me again next year."
"Of course." Duanmu Yun gently kissed her, then reached out a large hand to bury her face in his chest, and loosened his outer robe to cover her completely. "Be careful."
Mingruo nestled in his arms and nodded obediently. Actually, staying in the carriage was the best choice, but he thoughtfully chose to risk it and sit outside with her to enjoy the colorful world... A happy smile appeared on her pink lips as Mingruo pressed her cheek against Duanmu Yun's chest, feeling the strong masculine scent, and wrapped her small hands around his waist.
Why didn't you send Father Emperor back to the palace but instead went to the General's Mansion?
"The assassination attempt just failed, and there will likely be ambushes on the way back to the palace. Saying that His Majesty should come to our house for a second bandage is just a cover. But I don't understand why His Majesty only brought two guards who aren't particularly skilled with him when he left the palace today? Where are his usual inseparable secret guards?" Duanmu Yun was puzzled, but knew that it was inappropriate to ask too much. The emperor's mind is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
Mingruo nodded her little head, nestled in his arms, and didn't ask any more questions.
At that moment, the two were deeply in love and made a promise to see the peach blossoms again next year. Little did they know that time flies and things change, and no one can predict the future. This promise for next year was so far away that neither of them could even imagine it.

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