"Ke'er." Mu Junhan quickened his pace.
Unfortunately, Miao Ke'er ran too fast and had already disappeared at the end of the road.
The head eunuch quickly brought him the list of those to be buried alive with him.
The moment he saw Miao Ke'er's name prominently displayed on the list.
Mu Junhan couldn't help but shiver.
For the first time, besides his mother, he felt heartache for someone else.
Mu Junhan removed Miao Ke'er's name from the list of those to be buried alive.
And arranged for her to leave the imperial mausoleum.
Because he knew that as long as she stayed there, she was always at risk of being forced to commit suicide.
He can save her once.
But if one day he leaves the imperial mausoleum, then what will become of her...?
Mu Junhan bought her a house near the imperial mausoleum for her to live in alone.
On the night Miao Ke'er moved into the house, she encountered a group of bandits in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, Mu Junhan arrived in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Miao Ke'er was frightened, and she looked somewhat dazed.
Fearing that those people might have accomplices, Mu Junhan stayed at Miao Ke'er's house that night.
She nestled in his arms and burst into tears.
While crying, she suddenly raised her head.
The dim light reflected off her tear-streaked face.
A tear glistened on her eyelashes, sending a shiver down Mu Junhan's spine.
A captivating beauty, unseen in her usual state, graced Miao Ke'er's face as he gazed at her and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Thin,
It feels numb.
It was as if the whole world had fallen silent at that moment.
Time stood still.
All that remained in control was her unique fragrance.
A light rain began to fall outside the window.
Raindrops fell one by one onto the delicate petals of the raindrops in the yard.
The eastern sky began to lighten with a pale white hue.
A ray of morning sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone into the room where the lingering fragrance of spring had not yet faded.
She knew he was a prince.
She was aware of the vast difference in their social status.
She tried to escape time and time again, but returned to his side time and time again.
Since he returned to the palace from the imperial mausoleum.
Miao Ke'er and Mu Junhan met less and less frequently.
Those vows of eternal love were shattered in an instant.
This time, Mu Junhan had informed her in advance about the Bashang Grassland trip, asking her to come and wait for him there.
How could it be such a twist of fate that he was shot by his father's arrow?
Why did fate play such a cruel joke on him?
He really wanted to drag Emperor Yuanwu out of that room.
It's not that he's afraid.
Rather, it's that he can't.
He couldn't let his momentary impulse implicate his mother and his newborn sister.
Mu Junhan had no idea how long he had been sitting there.
He didn't know if it was the cold weather or his heart that made him shiver involuntarily.
The first light of dawn.
Mu Junhan watched from afar as Physician Li hurriedly entered Emperor Yuanwu's tent.
Could it be...?
Mu Junhan suddenly stood up from the ground.
He ran quickly toward the tent.
He was still a dozen steps away from the camp when he suddenly stopped, as if he had just remembered something.
Consort Shu came out of her tent and happened to bump into Mu Junhan, whose eyes were dull and who reeked of alcohol.
She frowned deeply and pulled Mu Junhan into her tent: "Why didn't you rest properly in the camp last night? Where did you go drinking? You reek of alcohol."
“I…” Mu Junhan paused, “Mother, I was feeling down, so I drank some wine by myself on the grass.”
"Feeling down?" Consort Shu repeated his words, "Is it because of that woman in your father's tent?"
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