"Now that the matter of Xiling is over, it is time for me to return to the Northern Dynasty."
This sentence seemed to be directed at Yan Yu, but in fact everyone knew it.
Yan Yu naturally wouldn't refute Mu Lanyan's words at this time. She nodded slightly and said, "Of course."
On the day Mulan Yan left Xiling, Sheng Huaijing locked himself in the room and got drunk all day.
Two months later.
In a water town in the south of the Yangtze River during the Northern Dynasty, Mulan Yan looked at a woman who looked familiar, but for a moment she forgot her name.
It was Yin Lian who suddenly spoke up, "Sir, Miss, isn't that Qiu Zhu?"
Oh, Qiuzhu.
She remembered.
She was that man's maid.
Qiu Zhu was carrying a bamboo basket in the distance. Perhaps she felt the scrutiny and she subconsciously turned around.
But I only saw a wind chime hanging on a tree and swaying in the wind.
She turned around again and saw Xiao Wei had already bought the meat and walked over. "A Xiu, it's time to go home."
Qiu Zhu nodded, "Well, go home."
Three years ago, Xiao Wei suddenly appeared at her door, injured.
She knew that she would never be able to get rid of this person in this lifetime.
Qingyin, who was far away in the palace, suddenly felt a little nauseous. She frowned slightly and said, "Let's remove all these."
"But your majesty, you haven't eaten a single bite." The maid said, looking at the completely untouched food.
Qingyin was about to speak when she couldn't help but let out a "yue" sound and began to dry heave.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? I'll go call the imperial physician." After saying this, she hurried out.
Qingyin touched her stomach with a sense of awareness.
But it's impossible when you think about it.
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