Before long, their car arrived at the palace.

"I'll arrange a place for you to stay." Mu Jingfeng turned to look at Mu Qingyun. He wasn't stupid; he knew why the person who wanted to leave a second ago was suddenly willing to come back with him the next.

He just wanted to get revenge on Yueheng.

Since Yueheng's death, he has never been intimate with Yueheng again. Although he used to be with Yueheng every day, he would give her birth control pills every day.

He didn't want Yueheng to get pregnant with his child; subconsciously, he only ever wanted to have a child with her.

He had actually fallen in love long ago, but he realized it too late, and in the end, he still lost her.

"No need. Let me meet the imposter queen first," Mu Qingyun said expressionlessly.

She had just looked up some information on the tablet in Mu Jingfeng's car.

Mu Jingfeng never brought his queen to any event. Ever since giving birth to the princess, his queen had been kept "confined" in the palace by him under the pretext of being unwell.

It seems that he no longer has any love for Yueheng.

However, in his view, Yueheng hadn't done anything wrong, and she was the woman he had risked his life for. Moreover, Yueheng was already dead, so keeping Yueheng by his side as a substitute was the best option.

He really is a cunning and scumbag.

The white moonlight eventually became a substitute for a substitute, which means Mu Jingfeng didn't love her enough. If you truly love someone to the core, there's no such thing as a substitute.

And he kept saying he loved Yueheng, but after she died, he still let someone else take her place and assume her identity.

A hint of mockery flashed in Mu Qingyun's eyes. Su Qiluo would never do something like using a substitute. She believed that Su Qiluo would choose to spend a long time forgetting.

Wait until you've completely forgotten before starting a new relationship.

This kind of feeling, which allows time to heal all wounds, is infinitely purer than this inexplicable feeling of being a substitute.

While inwardly complaining, she followed in Mu Jingfeng's footsteps.

Once inside the palace, he led himself to Yueheng's room.

Since Yueheng's death, no one else has been allowed to enter his room, and Yueheng has always lived alone in a room and has never entered his palace.

At the door of Yueheng's room, two aunties stood there. As soon as they saw Mu Jingfeng arrive, they immediately said, "Your Majesty, the Queen has kicked us all out and won't let us in no matter what."

"Go do your work elsewhere." Mu Jingfeng lowered his eyes, his gaze revealing an undisguised coldness.

The only reason he kept her alive after Yueheng's death was because he believed she had nothing to do with Yueheng's death.

Moreover, when they first got together, they made an agreement that no matter what, as long as he was able, he would always reserve a place for her by his side.

But back then, he was overjoyed to welcome the little life in Yueheng's belly, only to be told by her that the child in Yueheng's belly was not his.

A cold glint flashed between his brows. He raised his hand and pushed open the tightly closed door. After hesitating for a moment, he turned to look at Mu Qingyun. "Could you wait for me here?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun remained silent, but leaned against the wall beside her, appearing to be waiting.

"Thank you," Mu Jingfeng said.

He only said "thank you" and "sorry" a handful of times in his life, and looking back now, almost all of them were said to Yue Heng.

As he entered the room, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when he saw Yueheng kneeling in the middle of the room. Hearing him enter, she quickly kowtowed to him.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her beautiful, clear eyes were filled with tears.

"Your Majesty, I am guilty. I should not have made presumptuous guesses about my sister. This has led to Your Majesty being separated from your own flesh and blood for so many years. I am sorry for Your Majesty."

She preemptively said what Mu Jingfeng was going to say, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Alright, stop pretending."

Mu Jingfeng glanced at her lazily and walked straight to the sofa in the middle.

"Over the years, I have done more than enough by making you and your daughter queen and princess. I don't want to talk about your previous provocations anymore; it's mainly my own fault."

"It's all because I didn't trust Yueheng enough, which made her lose hope in me, caused our child to be displaced, and now I'm targeting her."

The thought of the things he had said to Mu Qingyun for Mu Xueyao made him want to slap himself to death.

“Ever since you left me, I’ve been convinced from the bottom of my heart that I will never let love blind me again in this life. Or perhaps it’s because I’ve grown up and am no longer acting impulsively that I let you take her place as queen.”

He stared at the face of the person in front of him. It was this face that had kept the three of them stuck in this circle, going around in circles, hurting each other and themselves.

“Now that I have a daughter, my daughter is the child of her and me. It’s time for you to give up your positions as queen and princess.”

He pulled a dagger from his waist, held it in his hand and shook it slightly, the sharp blade flashing a dazzling, cold light under the lamplight.

The light was so bright that Yueheng couldn't open her eyes, so she closed them again.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Through her tears, she looked at the expressionless man shaking the dagger in his hand, her heart filled with immense sorrow.

Her boyfriend is no longer the same boy who only had eyes for her, who was willing to defy his parents for her and give up his noble prince status.

He grew up; he became the king of an empire, bearing the responsibility of an entire planet. He no longer loved her; he fell in love with another woman.

Even towards that woman, he no longer felt the same passion.

She turned her childhood self into what she is today.

“Jingfeng, it wasn’t my intention to abandon you and go with him.” Thinking back to what happened back then, her heart still ached. “He forced me. I was already pregnant at the time, so I had no choice but to go with him.”

"Are you trying to fool a three-year-old?" Mu Jingfeng stood up and slowly walked towards her, his eyes cold and ruthless, truly befitting an emperor.

"Mu Xueyao and Mu Qingyun are not far apart in age. When you left me, I wasn't even married yet."

“I had a child before, but I miscarried while I was running away.”

She lowered her head, heartbroken. Over the years, she had regretted countless times that if she hadn't met that rich man and hadn't lived in the apartment he rented for her, none of this would have happened, and things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Time was wasted, and three people were harmed.

"In the next life, don't meet me again, and I don't want to meet you again either." Mu Jingfeng squatted down, gently stroked her hair, and hugged her in his arms.

This was the first time he had held himself in his arms since Yueheng's death.

She closed her eyes, leaned on his shoulder, and smiled gently, just like she had done years ago: "Don't hurt Yao Yao, she did nothing wrong."