Nangong Zeyue felt as if she had seen a savior when Lin Miaoshou arrived.

"Uncle-Master! You've finally arrived. The Emperor..."

He struggled a few times, and Xiao Jingzhao let go, causing him to stumble and crash into Lin Miaoshou's arms.

Lin Miao reached out and helped Nangong Zeyue up, then quickly glanced at her.

His wedding robe was slightly wrinkled, but there was no blood on his body.

Lin Miaoshou breathed a huge sigh of relief; it was good that the brat wasn't hurt.

"You're a disciple of Black Dragon Pool? How come I didn't know that?" Xiao Jingzhao's eyes showed surprise when he heard the two talking.

Lin Miaoshou quickly explained, "Your Majesty, I did not mean to conceal this from you. My father was also a physician in the past. My trip to Black Dragon Pool was for a reason."

Xiao Jingzhao found the red color in the room too glaring and stepped towards the door.

Lin Miaoshou and Hu Qing quickly followed, while Nangong Zeyue reluctantly followed at the back.

He glanced at the distant wall, estimated the distance, and pondered his chances of success if he were to leap over it now.

The conclusion is not optimistic.

Xiao Jingzhao walked to a tree in the courtyard, stood with his hands behind his back, and said to Lin Miaoshou without turning his head:

"Since you came from Black Dragon Pool, you must know that his background is ominous, and you have heard the whole story. I do not wish to make things difficult for him today."

I also request that Minister Lin communicate with him. As long as he obediently returns to Liang, I will ensure his personal safety and provide him with additional, covert assistance to help him quickly establish himself upon his return.

"Your Majesty, this matter is of great importance. Let me explain it again."

Lin Miaoshou felt that her brain had completely shut down.

Hu Qing originally came to attend the banquet, but unexpectedly, instead of enjoying the banquet, he ended up eating a mouthful of melon, and his knees are still aching slightly.

He turned to look at his former companion, whose wedding attire made him look exceptionally handsome. He was once a dignified man, but now he looked dejected.

Although he looked listless at the moment, he still exuded an air of nobility.

Hu Qing wanted to congratulate Nangong Zeyue on finally finding his family.

Thinking that Nangong Zeyue's wedding banquet had been ruined, the words of congratulations stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

Lin Miaoshou also turned around, her complicated gaze falling on Nangong Zeyue's face, a look that was hard to describe.

Time seemed to stand still. Just as Lin Miaoshou was wondering where to begin, a group of people suddenly rushed in.

Leading the way was none other than the young, promising, and gentle Minister of Revenue, Lord Lin.

"Your Majesty, am I not late?"

"Greetings, Your Majesty. May I ask where our Highness is?"

Xiao Jingzhao gave Lin Xiangzhi a look that only the two of them understood.

As expected of a good brother, you arrived at the perfect time.

The Liang envoy bowed to Xiao Jingzhao and then looked around impatiently.

There were no extra people here, and the man in the imperial physician's robes didn't match the age of the other man.

Everyone turned their attention to Nangong Zeyue.

Xiao Jingzhao nodded slightly. "That's right, it's him, Mo Zixuan. He's still unable to face his own identity. You can talk to him yourselves."

"Your Highness, I have finally met you."

The leading envoy, tears streaming down his face, led the entire delegation to kneel down before Nangong Zeyue.

Startled by this, Nangong Zeyue jumped back. "You, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not the person you're looking for."

Nangong Zeyue vehemently denied it, not wanting to be the unfortunate eldest prince of Liang Kingdom. Once he admitted it, he and Yue Niang would have no chance at all.

The leading envoy scrambled to his feet, staring intently at Nangong Zeyue, who was dressed in red.

After a moment, the man nodded repeatedly.

"They look so alike, so very alike. Their eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as the Empress's."

Upon hearing this, the others all stood up and looked over.

Nangong Zeyue said righteously, "I am really not the person you are looking for. In this vast world, it is not surprising that some people look alike."

"Your Highness! Do you know? The Empress is ill with worry. If it weren't for the day you return for a reunion, she wouldn't have been able to hold on."

The envoys were able to tell from the sight that the person in front of them was their young master.

His eyebrows, eyes, and expression were nine-tenths like the Empress's.

When Nangong Zeyue, who had never experienced maternal love, heard these words, her heart ached inexplicably.

"Young Master Nangong, look here."

With a stroke of good fortune, Lin Xiangzhi unfolded the portrait in his hand. The woman in the portrait was about forty years old, still charming, with a faint sadness hidden between her brows and eyes.

Nangong Zeyue looked at the portrait as if struck by lightning.

The person in the portrait looked so much like him; those beautiful eyes were looking at him gently, as if beckoning him, making him involuntarily want to get closer.

A flood of emotions overwhelmed me, my nose stung, and the scene before me blurred.

"You...you all go back and wait. I want to be alone for a while."

Nangong Zeyue stumbled backward, and as she turned around, a tear rolled down her cheek.

He entered the bridal chamber and closed the door behind him. He seemed to have lost his soul, and leaned against the door. Looking at the joyous atmosphere in the room, tears welled up in his eyes again.

It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but only when they are truly heartbroken.

What sins did I commit in my past life to be forced to leave my parents so soon after birth?

Just when he was about to win the heart of his beloved, a group of unexpected obstacles suddenly appeared.

Nangong Zeyue strongly suspected that in his past life he must have demolished the temple of the Goddess of Fertility and cut down the marriage tree in front of the temple of the Old Man Under the Moon.

Looking at the meticulously decorated new house, and thinking that Yue Niang was still waiting for her next door, Nangong Zeyue felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

"Your Highness, please don't do anything rash! Your old minister, Gong Xishuo, is waiting for you outside."

After Nangong Zeyue entered the room, the envoys learned half of the truth.

Gong Xishuo was worried that the young master would not be able to handle the blow, so he told the others to go back to the post station to wait, while he stayed behind to comfort him and talk to the young master about the empress.

Gong Xishuo firmly believed that a mother and son were of one heart. He thought that if he told his young master how much pain and hardship the empress had endured when he was missing, it would surely inspire his young master to return to Liang as soon as possible to support his mother.

News of the situation at the Nangong residence reached the Jiang residence.

The maid who delivered the message saw that the old lady had a solemn expression and did not react.

Mrs. Su paced anxiously, muttering repeatedly, "What should I do?"

The maid turned and headed towards the inner courtyard. "Madam, please don't worry. Miss is a person with her own opinions. I will go in and report, and Miss will naturally have a way to resolve this."

In the maid's mind, her young mistress was not as weak as other young ladies; she was calm and decisive in the face of adversity.

"Wait, hurry to the hanging flower gate and guard it. Don't let anyone in to report the news. Wait a little longer, maybe things will turn around."

The maid only mentioned that many guards had come from next door, and Madam Su had already guessed that the groom was being held up by that person in the palace.

She still clung to a sliver of hope that the Emperor would let go.

After the maid left, Madam Su said to the maid who was serving tea, "Go quickly to the gatehouse and see if Su Nan and Sui Sui have arrived yet."

The maidservant hurriedly ran out.

Mrs. Su was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the hall.