The two men stared at each other, their expressions different, and they remained locked in a stalemate.

It was almost midnight when the moonlight cast a faint glow, shrouding the world in a hazy light. Yet, he felt no sleepiness whatsoever. He lifted his eyelids to look over, but Yu Qianqian turned her face away, not even glancing at him.

Mu Beichen stood still, looking at her from the side. His strange expression seemed somewhat weary. She looked up to the side, her long, thick eyelashes slightly curled, and a trembling shadow fell beneath her eyelids.

At this moment, Yu Qianqian deliberately shifted her gaze elsewhere, but out of the corner of her eye she could still see Mu Beichen's worried face and the deep sigh he unconsciously let out as he gradually lowered his head.

"You don't need to worry too much. Just remember one thing: you are the only one in my heart. I will only love you in this life, and it will never be anyone else. So Qianqian... no one can shake the feelings between us. Ever since I met you in Beicheng when I was ten years old, I have never been able to see or hear any other woman. To me, you are not only the light that shone when we first met, but also the person I am closest to in this life, and the only one in my life. I can give up all of this, including imperial power, glory, fame, and profit, but if I don't have you, I would rather have never come into this world."

Hearing these words, Yu Qianqian pondered them carefully. This was the first time Mu Beichen had confessed to her so seriously, and the first time he had touched her heart so deeply. Undeniably, she was indeed somewhat moved, but out of pride, she still sulked to herself and turned her head away, ignoring him.

She was clearly just trying to save face by stirring up trouble, which only made Mu Beichen more anxious. He quickly took two steps forward, hugged her from behind, and whispered, "Little Qian'er, you can do whatever you want. Don't be angry with your husband, okay?"

A magnetic voice gently echoed in her ear, and Yu Qianqian's heart suddenly warmed. All her previous reserve and rationality vanished. She immediately turned around, pressed her face against his chest, and remained silent for a long time.

A chilly evening breeze swept through the corridor, instantly piercing through their warm palace robes, and a biting cold spread throughout their bodies.

Yu Qianqian was only wearing a thin, long brocade robe, and only now did she feel a little cold. She shivered and couldn't help but shrink into his arms. Perhaps it was because someone was protecting her that she became so delicate and coquettish, "It's too late, I'm a little scared. Your Majesty, please send me back to Fengyi Palace."

Mu Beichen gently stroked her back in response, and unconsciously pursed his lips, smiling silently: "You won't be staying at Fengyi Palace tonight, you'll come back to Luochen Palace with me to sleep."

“But this is not in accordance with the rules of the palace,” Yu Qianqian sighed softly. “If I live in the emperor’s palace, it will probably cause controversy among others.”

Suddenly raising his hand, Mu Beichen gently pushed aside the soft mass in his arms. A smile gradually appeared on his handsome face as he smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? With me here, who would dare to gossip?"

Yu Qianqian lowered her face shyly and murmured softly, "I'm afraid people will mistake me for a wicked empress who brought ruin to the country; it wouldn't sound good if word got out..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Beichen grabbed her waist and carried her away without saying a word.

Startled, Yu Qianqian shuddered and angrily pushed him away. "You tyrant, why are you hugging me? Be careful someone sees us, it'll look bad."

"Back to the palace, let's bring disaster to the country together!" The tyrannical emperor pressed down on her delicate body with greater force, his smile roguish as he faced forward.