Qiu Fuer thought of everything her mother had said to her, telling her that she must learn to hide her emotions.

She had been happily waiting for such an unknown factor in Jinghong Palace.

But later...

The voices of the two palace maids guarding the gate outside Jinghong Palace discussing each other reached his ears.

"It's almost midnight, and the Third Prince hasn't arrived yet."

"Well, what's the big deal? It can only mean that this first wife is not favored. I guess she can't wait any longer."

"We are unlucky to be here guarding the gate. I am afraid the owner here will not be welcome in the future. We better be careful."

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Every word and sentence was deeply imprinted in Qiu Fuer's mind. He didn't understand why this matter was not exactly as it was, but was determined by them in just a few words.

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. The Third Prince would never treat himself like this. They must be talking nonsense.

Qiu Fuer pouted her lips, her eyes began to panic, and she even began to disbelieve herself.

How could this be? No way. How could everything I expected be wiped out just like that?

The Third Prince must have been delayed by something. If we just wait a little longer, we will definitely be able to get his reward.

She took a deep breath, then smiled and continued to wait. She had been looking forward to the day when she met the twelve-year-old Third Prince at the age of eight, and it seemed as if her life choice had been destined from that glance.

She happily told her parents that she would marry the Third Prince in the future. They all thought she was just talking nonsense, but who knew that she would really wait for ten years until she entered the Third Prince's bridal chamber. She thought it might be a dream, but it still came true.

How could God let her be hurt when he was so kind to her? She was afraid that if this time it would really be as the two palace maids outside the door said, she would be sent to the cold palace before she even saw the face of the third prince.

She just felt wronged and tore off her red veil. She wanted to cry, but she could only shed tears secretly. She didn't dare to cry out loud. If someone heard her, they would definitely say that the third wife couldn't accept such a small thing, and even more disgusting words would be spread behind her back.

She gritted her teeth and raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes. Her eyes were like watery apricots, lively and charming, making people unable to help but fall into them. But no one could see her like this. In the huge and empty bridal chamber, there was only her wearing a phoenix coronet and a little moonlight, and even the moonlight felt that she was too lonely and desolate, so it gave her some moonlight to keep her company.

The candlelight danced an illogical dance on its own as the slight breeze from the window blew by.

Qiu Fuer's eyes were bloodshot, but there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart. She thought they must be talking nonsense, and that person would definitely come.

Time passed slowly and the night grew deeper. She was staggering from exhaustion and sleepiness completely defeated her. She leaned to the side of the bed alone, her head swaying. She was obviously very tired, but she didn't dare to sleep. She was afraid that the third prince would suddenly appear in front of her.

She endured this torment until the next morning. When the morning sun shone gently on her cheeks, she opened her eyes sleepily and shielded her eyes with her hands.

She looked at everything in the hall. The candle was half burned, and other than that, nothing had changed.

At this moment, her heart sank. It was just as they said. The Third Prince really didn't even look at her.

She sneered and walked over to blow out the still burning candles. When she blew out all the candles in the hall, the tears in her eyes could not be held back. She squatted down, covered her face and sobbed.

After being alone for a while, she calmed down, stood up, walked to her closet, hesitated for a moment, bent down to look at her wedding dress, and then quickly changed into a simple palace dress.

It seemed to be still early, so after she finished washing up, she opened the palace door on her own and went to pay her respects to the queen.

She did not complain about why no one came to help her wash up so early in the morning. She understood everything from what the two palace maids said last night. From that moment on, she had been labeled. They all thought that she had been banished to the cold palace, so how could they like her?

She smiled bitterly silently, as if she was mocking herself. Perhaps all this was what she should have endured.

"Fuer, it was my fault that I made you suffer the cold shoulder in this Jinghong Palace. But from now on, no one will be disrespectful to you. After all, this is where I will come every day. How could I bear to see Fuer suffer any injustice?" His Majesty smiled faintly and gave Qiu Fuer a dose of soothing medicine for her to take.

His Majesty hugged Qiu Fuer, raised his head slightly, and looked out the window.

I feel that I was too playful at the time, and I can't stop being so playful.

"Yehua, you must remember your identity. I don't care what the woman's background is. If she is of no benefit to you in the future, you don't have to marry her. What's more, we don't even know where she is now. Why should you worry about all this?" The previous emperor of Huanjun City is also the father of the current emperor, Emperor Zhao Junlian.

He looked condescending and serious as he looked at Zhao Yehua, who was kneeling on the ground. His expression was indifferent. His orders were supreme and could not be disobeyed.

"Father, I'm sorry, I can't obey your order. That woman is the only wife I want to marry in this life. No one can change my mind." Zhao Yehua answered with a firm look.

He met Zhao Junlian's expression without any fear. After all, he believed that he was not wrong and he wanted to find someone who loved him and stay with him until old age.

This is what he thought. No matter what power or other things he had, they were all nothing to him. The appearance of that woman was like a ray of light.

The lake is calm and shimmering, and the sunlight shines through the water like crystals.

A woman descended from the sky, her light blue dress swaying slightly with the waves, her sleeves fluttering, her long black hair dancing. She walked alone on the lake like mist, as if walking on flat ground. The water surface built a waterway for her, and every step she took was accompanied by the sound of beautiful ripples.

In a place surrounded by mountains and water, the sun is shining brightly. Such a woman is like a fairy descending to the earth, like a lotus blooming on the water, beautiful and charming.

As she danced lightly in the breeze, as soft and light as a willow branch, the fluttering skirt complemented her dancing posture, and a wonderful painting was born at this moment.