That night, the entire palace was immersed in tranquility and peace.

However, Hua Qingcheng was not sleepy at all. She was thinking about Mu Lige, so she left Zichen Palace and went to the East Palace.

After entering the East Palace, she walked through one corridor after another and finally arrived at Lingkun Courtyard where Mu Lige lived.

Walking into the courtyard, Hua Qingcheng clearly felt that the current East Palace was much quieter than before. After all, the other servants no longer lived here. They were arranged to their own independent palaces, but they still retained the name of the original courtyard.

Situ Ye lived in Qiyun Palace, Han Yichen in Bingquan Palace, Yu Xiaotian in Fanyin Palace, and Si Chengfeng in Yixia Palace. As for Wuchen and Zuo'an, they lived in Xianxian Palace and Xiaoyao Palace, respectively. These palaces were scattered around the East Palace, not far from each other, making it convenient for daily travel.

Hua Qingcheng knew that this arrangement not only ensured that each servant had his or her own independent space, but also facilitated communication and interaction between them. This harmonious way of getting along made her feel very gratified.

As for Chu Kangyi in Xicuiyuan, she was married to Youzhou as early as the first half of last year, and Meng Haoling, Nangong Shilun, Si Lingyun and Pei Zijun were also released from the palace in the second half of last year.

Hua Qingcheng arrived at Mu Lige's bedroom and found no one inside. She wondered if this serious man was still dealing with government affairs. So, she turned and headed towards the lighted study.

When Hua Qingcheng pushed open the door to the study, a faint scent of ink filled her nose. She immediately spotted Mu Lige sitting at his desk, writing furiously and intently.

Hua Qingcheng walked softly to Mu Lige's side and then sat down gently. She looked at the man's focused expression and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

"Brother Li, it's so late, what are you still busy with?" Hua Qingcheng asked softly, not wanting to disturb his thoughts.

Mu Lige raised his head and saw Hua Qingcheng coming. A gentle smile flashed in his eyes. He put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand, gently stroked Hua Qingcheng's cheek, and said softly, "Qingqing, it's late at night, why are you here?"

Hua Qingcheng's lips curled slightly, a sly look flashed in her bright eyes, and she said seriously, "Of course I missed you, so I came to see you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Lige's handsome face lit up with an intoxicating smile. "I'm writing a letter to Mom and Dad. Although they couldn't attend Longlong and Fengfeng's first birthday celebration today, they must be thinking about them."

Hearing Mu Lige's words, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but be shocked. Her ex-husband always considered things so carefully, which touched her deeply.

"Brother Li, you are so thoughtful. Mom and Dad will definitely be very happy to receive your letter."

Hua Qingcheng hugged Mu Lige's neck and gently kissed him on the lips. Then she took a wolf-hair brush from the shelf and started writing letters to Hua Rongsheng and Ye Maochun's wife and husband together with Mu Lige. The atmosphere was extremely warm.

After a moment, Hua Qingcheng put down her wolf-hair brush, cast her eyes on a book on the desk, and asked curiously, "Brother Li, what is that?"

Mu Lige handed the booklet to Hua Qingcheng: "This is the story I prepared for the children. I hope they like it."

Hua Qingcheng took the booklet and read it carefully. The words on the paper flowed naturally, and the plot was vivid and interesting, making people feel as if they were in the story. She couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Li, your writing skills are really getting better and better."

Hearing the young mistress's straightforward praise, Mu Lige suppressed the upward curve of his lips and replied modestly, "They are just some small stories. I hope they can bring happiness to the children."

The two smiled at each other, their eyes full of love.

Hua Qingcheng raised her eyebrows slightly towards Mu Lige and said meaningfully, "Brother Li, it's late. We... should rest."

Mu Lige understood what he meant, and a faint blush spread across his handsome face. However, the next moment, he actually picked up Hua Qingcheng by the waist and said to her with a half-smile, "Since it is the emperor's order, then... your servant will obey."

After leaving the study, Mu Lige used his lightness skills and flew directly to the door of his dormitory while holding Hua Qingcheng.

He raised his right hand lightly, and a sharp palm wind rushed towards the bedroom door, and the two doors immediately opened. After placing Hua Qingcheng on the bed, he once again concentrated his internal energy in his palm and hit the door. With a "click", the door closed and locked.

"Brother Li, who taught you martial arts? Why are you so powerful?" Seeing Mu Lige using his superb martial arts for such trivial things as opening and closing doors, Hua Qingcheng was a little amused.

Mu Lige raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and lay down beside Hua Qingcheng, holding her tightly in his arms, "I have been practicing martial arts in the East Palace of Zhaoyang Kingdom since I was young, and I have a master who teaches me martial arts."

Hua Qingcheng tapped Mu Lige's nose lightly. "Then why do you use your skills to open and close doors?"

Mu Lige turned his head and looked at Hua Qingcheng affectionately, "Because... I just want to be with Qingqing as soon as possible, well, cough cough..." His voice became lower and lower, and the last few words were almost murmured.

Hua Qingcheng was amused by his words and laughed out loud, "Brother Li, why are you so cute?" She gently stroked Mu Lige's face with her hand, her eyes full of love.

Mu Lige grabbed her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently, "Qingqing, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, together every day." His tone was firm and gentle, which made Hua Qingcheng's heart melt instantly.

Hua Qingcheng's lips curled up slightly, a charming smile blooming. She gently hugged Mu Lige's neck and pecked the man's angular lips lightly, like a gentle breeze caressing her face, carrying a hint of sweetness. Then she said softly, "Permission granted!"

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