She was so angry she gritted her teeth.

Why is that bitch Rong Qingqing so lucky?

However, she didn't remain hysterical for long. She quickly composed herself, had some snacks prepared, and then went to the front yard to find Feng Mo.

When she arrived, Feng Mo was standing by the window with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

"Your Highness," Rong Yiyi said softly as she approached, "I made some peach blossom pastries myself, would you like to try some?"

Feng Mo kept his gaze fixed on the distance and did not respond.

Seeing this, Rong Yiyi felt resentful and angry.

She had followed him to Xuzhou for half a year, but he still kept her at arm's length. She couldn't get into his heart no matter what she did, which made her feel very frustrated. Her patience gradually ran out, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake by following him to Xuzhou in the first place.

"Go back and pack your things. Tomorrow, you will return to the capital with me to congratulate...the new emperor!"

After a long while, Feng Mo suddenly spoke.

Rong Yiyi was taken aback, thinking she had misheard.

"Does Your Highness mean that you will take me back to the capital tomorrow?" After the initial surprise, she was overjoyed.

Does Feng Mo's willingness to take her to the capital mean that she has changed somewhat in his heart?

"Hmm." Feng Mo responded lightly, his gaze falling on her face, trying to find a familiar feeling in her, but he couldn't find it, so he gave up.

"Your Highness, please try the peach blossom pastries I made." Rong Yiyi, contrary to her previous dejection, was overjoyed and opened the food box, taking out a plate of peach blossom pastries.

Feng Mo doesn't like sweets, but seeing her expectant look, he still reached out and took a piece, and took a bite.

"Is it good?" Rong Yiyi looked at him tenderly.

Feng Mo paused, his gaze falling on her dress, his brows furrowing slightly. "Your mother passed away not long ago, isn't the color of your dress a bit too bright?"

Rong Yiyi was pondering whether to take advantage of Feng Mo's changed opinion of her and find an opportunity to serve him in bed when she suddenly heard this. She was stunned. When she came to her senses, she felt a surge of shame and anger. However, she did not defend herself but instead said with a sad face, "Your Highness is right. I was truly inappropriate. I will go back and change. I take my leave!"

Having said that, she covered her face with her dress and quickly retreated.

Upon seeing this, Feng Mo couldn't help but reflect on whether his tone had been too harsh.

He wasn't stupid. Rong Yiyi dressed so seductively only for him. Although her behavior was inappropriate, she had come all the way to Xuzhou for his sake, so he should treat her well no matter what.

Thinking of this, Feng Mo felt somewhat guilty.

The next day, as Rong Yiyi was about to board the carriage, a strong arm suddenly reached out beside her. She turned her head and was somewhat surprised to see that it was Feng Mo supporting her. "Your Highness?"

"It's getting late, let's go up quickly, we have to leave," Feng Mo said gently.

"Okay." Rong Yiyi was overjoyed, but she kept it to herself.

After Feng Mo helped her into the carriage, he then mounted the horse brought by the guards.

The group set off for the capital in a grand procession.

...

Before they knew it, the day of the Emperor and Empress's wedding arrived.

Rong Qingqing went through all the wedding procedures like a puppet on a string, following instructions from others.

When she was finally able to sit down on the wedding bed, her head was already spinning, and she wished she could just lie down and go to sleep.

But she couldn't, because next, there was the part about unveiling the veil and drinking the nuptial wine.