The cold dagger was close to her neck. She raised her arms, hugged him tightly, and smelled the scent on his body that was different from what it had been years ago.

A sharp pain shot through her neck, but she smiled instead. Something felt cool in her throat, rising up and blocking her throat, making it impossible for her to utter a single word.

Jingfeng, in the next life, I will definitely see you again. When that time comes, I will stay by your side and never leave you again.

Her consciousness gradually faded, her hands slowly lost their strength, and she could no longer hold onto the boy.

Oh, and there's that poor woman too; she already knew her boy had fallen for that woman.

She was jealous, so she made a deal with the woman's childhood sweetheart, took the woman away, and even made rumors about the child in the woman's belly.

I'm so sorry.

If there is an afterlife, she will definitely make amends for the harm she caused that woman.

The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger, and she completely lost consciousness.

The arm fell limply to the ground with a dull thud, but the owner of the arm could no longer feel any pain.

it's over.

Mu Jingfeng turned his head and gently touched the face of the person in his arms; her body still retained a warm breath.

He suddenly remembered that their first encounter was at the gate of the orphanage.

That day, the orphanage was holding a charity gala, and he met a middle-aged woman who was holding a bank card.

The bank card looks high-level; there should be a lot of money in it.

The middle-aged woman just stared blankly at the bank card, muttering words like "a beautiful beginning but a tragic end" and "betrayal."

Although he was curious, his upbringing told him that he shouldn't ask too many questions.

Later, he met Yueheng in the library of the orphanage that his father had funded.

He swore she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

At that time, Yueheng had delicate features, gentle eyes, and flawless skin, but her expression was full of caution, like a porcelain doll.

She was holding a dictionary and reciting the words inside; her clear and pleasant voice added a touch of sadness to her appearance.

"The cause is like a willow branch, but the result is like a willow branch; who is truly at fault in this present situation?"

With just one glance, he was completely captivated. He secretly vowed that he would take this pristine painting back with him, to keep it untainted by the world and keep it only for his own enjoyment.

Perhaps the gears of fate were already set from the very beginning.

The cause and effect are like orchids and catkins; who can truly understand the depth of this present karma?

None of them can escape.

...

Outside the door, Mu Qingyun closed her eyes slightly, listening to the sounds inside.

Mu Jingfeng didn't close the door, and she heard everything that was being said inside.

She was a little confused.

Putting the incident aside, she viewed it from the perspective of an onlooker, as if everyone was pitiful.

Mu Jingfeng is pitiful. He was abandoned by his white moonlight and is unwilling to give his whole heart to someone else again.

Yueheng is pitiful. She had her reasons for leaving Mu Jingfeng. The two lovers were separated in the end, and when they finally reunited, everything had changed.

But compared to Yueheng, the two of them really brought it on themselves.

As the third person caught up in this love affair, Yueheng had done nothing wrong. After getting married, she did not become infatuated with her childhood sweetheart, but instead devoted herself to Mu Jingfeng.

Under Mu Jingfeng's affection, she also fell in love with him, but in the end, she discovered that she had always been a substitute for someone else.

After going through their story, Mu Qingyun had a terrible headache. The world changes all the time, and there are many lovers, as well as many lovesick men and women.

"Someone come here."

Mu Jingfeng walked out of the house in a daze. His eyes were unfocused, and he seemed to be floating on clouds, as if he would fall to the ground if he was not careful.

"Your Majesty."

Upon seeing this, the subordinate who had been standing guard not far away quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Does Your Majesty have any instructions?"

"Write an article to announce to the world that this queen is a fake. This woman, because she has a face similar to the queen, harmed the queen during childbirth and used a trick to impersonate the queen."

I was usually busy with official business and didn't pay much attention to the Queen, so I never discovered this woman's scheme.

But the princess is my child. The queen gave birth to two children. This woman took one, and to prevent her accomplices from exposing her secret, she gave the other child away, thus leaving a handle against her.

But unwilling to be threatened, she decided to kill her accomplices, leaving the other princess stranded on a garbage planet.

Mu Jingfeng spoke expressionlessly, his tone completely flat, as if he were simply asking what to eat for dinner.

Mu Qingyun curled her lips mockingly, raised her eyes and stared at him intently. So the reason why the original owner was abandoned was given in just a few simple words.

These words successfully reinstated her to her rightful place, removed Yueheng from the list, and preserved Mu Xueyao as the "glorious one of the planet."

He was clearly the one who proposed the idea, but these words absolved him of all blame, not only avoiding any negative impressions but also giving him the image of a diligent emperor busy with official duties.

Ah, what's real and what's fake, how could an outsider not see it clearly?

However, given Mu Jingfeng's identity, no one dared to say anything, no matter how much doubt they had.

So-called equality is merely superficial.

"Yes," the subordinate replied respectfully, and hurriedly instructed someone to write the document.

"Let's go, I'll take you to my palace." Mu Jingfeng said, then suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly added, "My palace is the only place where traces of your mother's life are preserved."

Oh.

Mu Qingyun's face remained expressionless as she followed.

She wasn't particularly interested, but she wanted the original owner to see it. Although the original owner had already passed away, she wanted the original owner to know that her parents hadn't abandoned her.

Even though she was a scumbag's father, he cherished her immensely. When he learned that she was his daughter, his cautious manner didn't seem fake, nor did he need to.

Her mother must have loved her very much, otherwise why would she have insisted on giving birth to the child safely under Mu Jingfeng's pressure?

Following Mu Jingfeng towards his palace, we saw cleaning ladies throughout the palace, but his own bedroom was completely empty.

She turned her head and looked around. Everything was in pairs: two pillows on the luxurious bed, a bedside lamp on each side, each with a different style, and pairs of cups.

The king's bedroom is usually decorated with white wallpaper, but in this room, the wallpaper is a dreamy light blue, and there are also some white clouds and rainbow wallpapers on the ceiling.

The piled-up elements don't feel heavy; instead, they look more dreamlike.

"This is her favorite color. It was because of the way she decorated this bedroom that I realized clearly that she was not Yueheng. She was a completely new person, and she had no relation to Yueheng at all."