Chapter 60

The melody he just composed is a testament to our love in this life, and his words were also the wishes that Sang Lingwu had given him in his previous life.

At that time, his heart was filled with other beauties, and he gradually began to get tired of her.

That poem, "Our Love in This Life Can Be Testified," was more like a shackle, a shackle that prevented him from betraying the wife he once loved most.

But he didn't know that these words came from "Tianbao" in the "Deer Cry" section of the Book of Songs, which was a poem in which a subject praised his monarch.

"This life's love is a testament" is Sang Lingwu's way of commemorating the love between the two in their previous life, and also to tell Lu Chengfeng that she knows he does not love her in this life, and only asks that she let her go.

Lingwu put down her teacup. The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

At the time, Lu Chengfeng thought that Sang Lingwu was trying to keep him, but he didn't know that Sang Lingwu had already wanted to completely sever ties with him after his repeated betrayals and distrust.

May he have a bright future, live a long and healthy life, and be surrounded by many children and grandchildren in that other world...

Unfortunately, Lu Chengfeng lacked education and misunderstood the meaning of "love in this life is a testament," leading him to believe that Sang Lingwu was like a leech, clinging to him relentlessly.

Lingwu's thoughts returned.

Lu Chengfeng, sitting at the bottom, stared at the strange looks from the crowd. His hands, hidden under his sleeves, were clenched tightly, and the excruciating pain did not make him let go.

Ling Wu directly stated the title of the piece, "Our Love in This Life Can Be Testified."

Lu Chengfeng immediately looked up, his eyes filled with expectation.

The redness on Qianqing's face from being choked had faded. He suppressed the raging bitterness in his heart and, despite the somewhat chilly atmosphere, said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, I think Lu Chengfeng's music is very good. If..." Qianqing paused slightly, his knuckles turning white, "If he could keep me company in my Weiyang Palace, I wouldn't feel too bored."

He had been speaking for a long time without hearing Ling Wu's reply, and unconsciously looked up to look at Ling Wu's expression.

Bright as the moon, beautiful as a flower, she seemed like a goddess who had mistakenly fallen to earth.

Qianqing's heart pounded wildly, and he could hardly control himself from reaching out to touch her cheek.

The woman, who had been radiant with intoxication, now stared into his eyes with gentle indifference, and the disappointment in her tender gaze made Qian Qing's heart tremble.

Ling Wu withdrew her gaze, a faint smile curving her lips, as if the emperor's vulnerability just moments before was merely an illusion. She parted her red lips slightly:

"Since the Imperial Noble Consort has said so, then it is permitted."

Her tone was flat, yet inexplicably suffocating.

Qianqing was stunned for a moment before realizing that Lingwu was calling for the Imperial Noble Consort.

This title...

She never called him Imperial Noble Consort.

Qianqing blinked, forcefully suppressing the tears welling up in her eyes.

Lu Chengfeng remained kneeling in the hall, awaiting the favor of the woman he had once discarded like trash, and waiting for her to bestow upon him the title of a courtier.

He was appointed as a low-ranking servant and assigned to reside in Weiyang Palace.

The lowest rank in the harem of the Qi Dynasty's female emperor was that of a concubine, which also revealed Ling Wu's dislike.

A flash of shame, indignation, and disappointment crossed Lu Chengfeng's eyes. He then lowered his gaze and said, "This servant thanks Your Majesty for your grace."

After being dismissed by Ling Wu, Lu Chengfeng turned around and walked away from the magnificent palace behind him step by step. His steps were heavy, as if he were sinking deeper into the quagmire with each step.

But what echoed in his ears was the voice of Sang Lingwu kneeling and begging him in his previous life.

"Your Majesty, please let me leave." At that moment, she was both resolute and disappointed.

He, still an emperor, sneered sarcastically, "You think you can attract my attention with this? Sang Lingwu, understand your place, and understand where you are. Want to leave? Sure! But you'll only be carried out horizontally!"

Compared to that, Sang Lingwu has already been very kind to him, hasn't she?

Inside the hall, Yun Ji withdrew his cold gaze from Lu Chengfeng's thin back, a chill creeping into his heart.

"Your Highness is truly magnanimous, unlike me, who would never be willing to offer a beauty to His Majesty." Yun Ji tilted his head, seemingly speaking unintentionally.

Qianqing did not answer, her mind filled with Lingwu's disappointment in her just now, and that cold and distant "Your Highness".

Yun Ji curled his lip in boredom, while Lian Wu behind him looked completely puzzled.

Two more beauties were added to the imperial harem at a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

Ling Wu didn't feel anything about this. When the banquet ended, Ling Wu looked at the aloof young man with a back as straight as a green bamboo.

"Ruoyu, would you like me to accompany you tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Ruoyu froze.

He dared not turn his head, dared not meet Ling Wu's eyes, which were full of doting affection.

Xi Ruoyu closed her eyes. "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being unable to obey the imperial edict tonight."

"Ruoyu, look me in the eyes and tell me what's on your mind." Lingwu grabbed Xi Ruoyu's right hand, forcing him to face her.

Upon hearing this gentle voice, Xi Ruoyu unconsciously opened her eyes. Her eyes held nothing but Ling Wu, only a surge of emotions flowing within them.

"Tell me, Ruoyu," she murmured softly, her voice laced with seduction.

Xi Ruoyu could clearly see how out of control he was in Wenrou's eyes, to the point that he couldn't maintain his usual aloofness and only wanted to hug Lingwu tightly in grievance.

But he still managed to restrain himself and said with utmost calmness, "The Quanrong prince has come to marry on behalf of his country. Your Majesty should go and keep him company today."

"Okay." Ling Wu released Xi Ruoyu's hand, feeling the stiffness in the person beside her, and said, "I will not force you, but I will wait for the day when Ruoyu lets down her guard."

She wasn't curious about what the third prince's purpose was in coming to the Qi Dynasty.

After all, the moment she finished speaking about her title, Changning Palace was now completely sealed off.

Xi Ruoyu looked up in a daze, but could only see Ling Wu's departing figure.

The palace doors opened, and the moon above the night sky shone like a jade plate. She was kissed by the moonlight in the night, and all living beings prostrated themselves behind her.

As the phoenix carriage began to move, Jingchun's steps became slightly unsteady.

Upon reaching this point, Lingwu tapped the armrest of the phoenix carriage, the crisp sound causing Jingchun to immediately look up.

It just so happened that it met those eyes, which were even gentler than the bright moon.

"Does it still hurt?"

A secret joy welled up in Jing Chun's heart, and she replied in as calm a voice as possible, "Your Majesty, thanks to the Jade Scar Dew you bestowed upon me, the pain has lessened considerably."

"You're willing to let them kill you, aren't you afraid they won't be able to accompany you? The rest of the servants will take your place."

Yesterday, she punished Jingchun with ten strokes of the cane, firstly to remind her that when she is by the Emperor's side, she must always keep her mouth shut.

Secondly, if she doesn't punish him, Sang Yu will use this as an excuse to make things difficult for Jing Chun, and then it won't be as easy as just ten strokes of the cane.

Most importantly, she knew that the officials from the Ministry of Justice who were in charge of the punishments dared not lay a heavy hand on Jing Chun.

But she never expected that Jing Chun, who always seemed the smartest, would also be so stubborn.

A glint of light appeared in Jing Chun's eyes; it was good that His Majesty didn't blame her.

"It was my fault to begin with, and this is just a reminder to myself. Besides... His Majesty has promised me a favor. If one day a clever servant kicks me away from His Majesty, then I will use that favor to ask for a chance to stay by His Majesty's side."

"Then you might not need this favor."

Lingwu lowered her eyes, and after admiring Jingchun's incredulous yet excited expression, she leaned against the phoenix carriage and closed her eyes to rest.

The body was somewhat unable to withstand the alcohol, and its vision was a little dizzy.

Although Jing Chun still walked awkwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt very relaxed.

It's good that His Majesty doesn't send her away!

Ling Wu slightly opened her eyes, her face flushed, "Weiyang Palace."

A hint of surprise flashed in Jing Chun's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. Just now at the banquet, she thought His Majesty was angry with the Imperial Noble Consort.

But then he thought of Lu Chengfeng, and Jing Chun seemed to understand something.

"Prepare the carriage for Weiyang Palace—"