The next day, before dawn.

Yun Qingluo was pulled up by Yun Tao to wash and dress up.

"Your Highness, you must get up quickly as you are going to the palace to express your gratitude. The Prince is already waiting in the front hall."

Yun Qingluo was in a daze, and only became more awake after getting into the carriage.

"If you're sleepy, take a nap. I'll wake you when we get there." Mo Beichen was wearing a crimson brocade robe and holding a book in his hand.

"It's all your fault," Yun Qingluo yawned and muttered a complaint.

Mo Beichen covered the corners of his slightly upturned lips with his hand. He couldn't blame himself; she was just too delicious.

At the entrance of the palace.

The guards allowed the Regent's carriage to pass immediately, and the carriage traveled all the way to the Imperial Study.

When Emperor Mo Tian, ​​seated on the throne, saw the two men enter, he put down the memorial in his hand, his expression unreadable.

After the two finished their greetings, the emperor spoke in a deep voice, "I heard that the princess consort tried to assassinate my ninth brother with a knife last night."

Yun Qingluo felt the emperor's imposing aura and was slightly startled; the emperor's information network was truly impressive.

In her past life, she spoke recklessly to the emperor, saying that she only liked the Third Prince and not Mo Beichen, and that she took the dagger to protect her innocence.

The emperor was furious that she had disgraced the royal family and ordered her to be flogged twenty times as a warning to others, but Mo Beichen took the punishment for her.

Within an hour, the news spread like wildfire throughout the palace, once again bringing shame upon the Prince's residence.

Just as Yun Qingluo was thinking about how to answer, Mo Beichen suddenly spoke up, "Your Majesty has misunderstood; it's just some playful banter between husband and wife."

Yun Qingluo felt a warmth in her heart.

The emperor, however, was unwilling to let it go, asking, "Is murdering one's husband on the wedding night considered 'fun'?"

Mo Beichen's voice turned cold, "My queen comes from a general's family and enjoys martial arts to enhance our marital relationship. What's wrong with that?"

Yun Qinglu blushed. Is it really okay to keep bringing this up in broad daylight?

The emperor, who had just been expressionless, suddenly brightened up. "Haha, alright, alright, I won't ask anymore. Seeing that you two have a good relationship, I'm relieved."

After saying that, she glanced at Liu Decai and smiled, "The Empress must be getting impatient. Princess, please go to the Empress's place first. I have something to discuss with the Regent."

Yun Qinglu bowed and took her leave. The late emperor had granted the regent the privilege of not kneeling before the emperor, and the regent's wife was no exception.

Mo Beichen looked at her worriedly, but Yun Qingluo indicated that she was alright and turned to follow Liu Decai.

Despite the cold weather, Yun Qingluo was drenched in sweat as they walked to the Queen's Palace.

"Please trouble Your Highness to wait here while I go in and inform her," Liu Decai said with a smile.

After a long while, when Yun Qingluo felt like she was about to freeze into a statue, she was finally invited inside.

The room was packed, and Yun Qingluo glanced around but there was no seat for her.

"Princess Consort Chen has arrived. I am so sorry. I was just discussing the palace banquet with the Imperial Concubine and forgot to greet her. These servants really don't know their manners. Please forgive the Princess Consort for the neglect."

After speaking in a gentle tone, the Empress did not give Yun Qingluo a chance to speak. She then said to the palace servants beside her, "Hurry up and bring the Princess a bowl of ginseng soup to ward off the cold. If she catches a cold, you will all be in danger."

The person next to her immediately responded and went down, and Yun Qingluo then curtsied.

A delicate voice rang out, "The Empress is the mother of the nation. Does the Princess's gesture of respect show no respect for Her Majesty the Empress?"

Yun Qingluo glanced out of the corner of her eye at the palace concubine who was picking a fight; it was Consort Liu, a member of the Empress's faction.

"I didn't ask the Emperor to kneel before me, but now I have to kneel before the Empress. If the Empress thinks this is in accordance with the rules, then I will bow and apologize." Yun Qingluo lifted her skirt and slightly bent her knees, preparing to kneel.

"No, no, let alone kneeling. There's no need for such formality between sisters-in-law. Quickly, offer the Princess a seat," the Empress hurriedly said. It would be troublesome if the Emperor found out.

Yun Qingluo knew when to stop, thanked them, and sat down. Just then, a palace maid brought over a bowl of ginseng soup and handed it to Yun Qingluo.

Yun Qingluo took it and smelled it, her eyes filled with interest.

He glanced around and realized that everyone had participated, so his return gift wasn't unreasonable.

Yun Qingluo calmly drank the soup in her bowl, handed the bowl to the palace maid, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, shook the handkerchief and waved her sleeve, pretending to be a little hot.

Unbeknownst to anyone, some powder fell into the earth dragon in front of them.

Yun Qingluo lowered her eyes to look at the golden stove, a cold glint in them. Since they dared to use such a vicious poison, then they shouldn't blame her for being ruthless in return.

After all, when it comes to poisoning, there has to be reciprocity.

Those inside the room were even more delighted to see her finish the ginseng soup.

"By the way, speaking of the palace banquet, Your Highness, please remember to go to the palace with the Regent. The annual palace banquet is the most lively ever," the Imperial Concubine interjected.

Yun Qingluo lowered her head and agreed; it was indeed quite lively.

After chatting for a while, they let her go.

"I suddenly feel a bit hot."

"Me too, is the fire in the stove too big?"

"You damned slave, you can't even do this little thing right." A haughty voice rang out.

Hearing the whispers behind her, Yun Qingluo curled her lips into a smile. The real show was yet to come.

As soon as Yun Qingluo came out, she saw Mo Beichen coming towards her. She quickly walked up to him, took the wheelchair from Mo Feng, and pushed Mo Beichen out.

"Why did you come here?" Yun Qingluo asked happily.

"We're done talking, I've come to pick you up." Mo Beichen looked Yun Qingluo up and down, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that she was alright.

Yun Qinglu smiled gently, her smile as warm and comforting as the winter sun. "Okay, let's go home."

Go home? A strange feeling welled up in Mo Beichen's heart.

That evening, Mo Beichen was having dinner with Yun Qingluo when he heard Mo Feng report that the concubines in the palace had contracted a strange illness. Despite their bodies being as cold as ice, they kept complaining of feeling hot.

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