But please rest assured, Marshal, I will definitely work hard to make her my wife."

"I appreciate Prince Rui's kindness. Xue'er was born a concubine, and being able to become Prince Rui's concubine is already a great honor. Since the emperor has already granted her a concubine, let's not mention the matter of making her the principal wife for now, so as not to upset the emperor."

"Since my father-in-law says so, let's put this matter aside for now. But please rest assured, my father-in-law, I will definitely treat Xue'er well."

"Thank you, King Rui."

Murong Qingyu clasped his fists and silently analyzed Qian Ye Ze's four-word evaluation of Murong Xue in his mind: "Innocent and lively"?

One is "virtuous and kind", the other is "innocent and lively". For him who has been involved in battlefields, power and conspiracy for decades, "virtuous and kind" is definitely a good thing, but "innocent and lively" is not necessarily so.

While Qian Yeze was talking to Murong Qingyu, he kept observing Qian Yeming out of the corner of his eye. He had clearly been assassinated yesterday, but he hadn't mentioned it at all, not even in front of Murong Qingyu. This was definitely not a good thing.

It can even be said that it is a very bad omen.

"You two take your time chatting, I'll go in first." Qian Yeming clasped his fists and prepared to leave.

"We don't have much to say, let's go together." Murong Qingyu called Qian Ye Ze and Qian Ye Ming to go to the morning court together.

Qian Yeming actually didn't want to go with Murong Qingyu, but since he insisted on following him, he had no choice but to let him go.

It was already two quarters past nine when Murong Xiao arrived at the palace gate, but the morning court had not yet ended, so she followed Qian Yeming's instructions and waited for him at the palace gate.

Walking into the palace gate, you can see the three words "De Zheng Hall" from afar.

This palace is the largest landmark building in the entire Nanyue Royal Palace. It is said that there are 888 load-bearing pillars alone, which is enough to prove its grandeur.

The palace is built on 999 steps, reaching a height of 47 zhang (over 140 meters). Despite its height, the difference in height between the southeast and northwest corners is only 25 centimeters.

Whenever she sees this magnificent building, she marvels at the wisdom of the ancients. Even with such backward construction conditions and technology, they were still able to build such a magnificent building.

If the emperor of South Vietnam could spend less money on luxury and pleasure and invest more in the military, improving the physical fitness and weapons and equipment of South Vietnamese soldiers, South Vietnam, the richest of the six countries, would not be the second to last in terms of military strength.

Standing at the palace gate, gazing at the Dezheng Hall from afar, she seemed so insignificant. Yet, she was so close to the highest power, so close that she could almost reach out and touch it.

That is why so many people would rather risk their lives and give up their existing happiness and glory to pursue the throne, which is like the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water in the eyes of others.

Murong Xiao looked at the center position above the 999 steps. She had stood there before. That place represented the pinnacle of power.

Standing there, she could feel the insignificance of the countless people kneeling below, but she did not feel the pleasure of reaching the top at all.

He walked slowly towards the stairs and stopped at the first step.

She squatted down and reached out to touch the edge of the step. This was the last step where she fell after her arm was chopped off by Murong Qingyun.

At that time, she seemed to hear the sound of her arm falling to the last step.