Thinking of this, he glanced at his master's expression.
Feng Mo was, after all, the son of the retired emperor. He certainly couldn't stand by and watch the two brothers turn against each other. It was only natural that he would run out of the palace to inform them.
But the retired emperor certainly didn't expect that his actions today would sow the seeds of disaster for his master.
Having witnessed his mother's tragic death, how could Feng Mo not hate his master? And how could he let Situ Jin die in vain?
Before yesterday, the Emperor may not have intended to kill Feng Mo, but Situ Jin died by his blade, and the two were destined to be mortal enemies.
The Emperor Emeritus's actions actually offended his master.
Changlin sighed, "I'll go and make the preparations right away."
"Mm," Xie Jingrun responded.
After Changlin stepped down, he remained standing in the same spot.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant sky for a long time before turning and entering his bedchamber.
When he went in, Rong Qingqing was already fast asleep.
Xie Jingrun sat down by the bed, watched her quietly for a while, then got up, took off his outer robe, lay down beside her, and then pulled her into his arms.
Rong Qingqing sensed something, found a comfortable sleeping position in his arms, and fell asleep again.
Looking at the woman curled up in his arms, Xie Jingrun felt an indescribable warmth and satisfaction. Just holding her like this, even without doing anything else, brought him joy.
From now on, he will no longer be alone.
She was both his concern and his weakness.
He inhaled her delicate fragrance and slept soundly all night.
The next day.
When Rong Qingqing woke up, Xie Jingrun was no longer in the bedroom.
She was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even notice when Xie Jingrun got up to go to court.
After getting up, changing clothes, and washing up, she drank a cup of warm water before leaving her bedchamber.
It was still early, and she didn't want to have breakfast so soon. She wanted to wait until Xie Jingrun returned before having breakfast together, so she took Xiao Tao and went to the Imperial Garden.
Looking at the garden full of flowers, she picked a few pretty blossoms, intending to put them in a vase when she got home.
"Seventh Princess." At this moment, Xiao Tao suddenly called out.
Rong Qingqing was startled and turned her head to look. Sure enough, she saw Feng Xin walking over from the other side of the path, looking listless and dejected.
Hearing Xiaotao's voice, she lazily lifted her eyelids and looked over.
"Feng Xin." Rong Qingqing walked over.
Feng Xin paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something, she pursed her lips and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Rong Qingqing felt a pang of sadness and grabbed her arm.
"Feng Xin..."
Feng Xin turned to look at her, opened her lips as if to say something, but didn't know what to say.
She knew she shouldn't take her anger out on Rong Qingqing because of her mother's death, but she couldn't pretend nothing had happened.
Her brother, the Emperor, killed her mother, and in such a cruel way...
Seeing that she didn't reject her, Rong Qingqing handed the flowers in her arms to Xiao Tao, then held Feng Xin's hand and said in a cold voice, "Why are your hands so cold? Did you get up very early?"
Looking at her concerned expression, Feng Xin's eyes suddenly reddened, and she said with a hint of grievance, "I can't sleep..."
Seeing this, Rong Qingqing hugged her and said, "Come on, come back to Yuxian Palace with me."
Upon hearing this, Feng Xin's expression changed. "I'm not going."
"It's alright, the Emperor has gone to court and hasn't returned yet. It's no fun eating alone, so keep me company," Rong Qingqing said with a smile.
Feng Xin found it difficult to refuse her.
Rong Qingqing took her hand and led her back to Yuxian Palace.
She asked Xingchun to bring hot water so that Fengxin could soak her hands.
Although it's already April, the air is still a bit chilly early in the morning.
Feng Xin had been wandering in the Imperial Garden for an unknown amount of time; she was shivering with cold air, and her hands were icy.
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