Yes.
Then Ming Beiya did indeed appear, and Ming Beiya remembered it very clearly.
However, Xie's words conveyed another meaning.
Could it be that Mo Shisheng had such a strong reaction because of him?
Seemingly noticing Ming Beiya's confusion, Xie chuckled and then answered Ming Beiya's question.
*
"..."
Qi Muxiao frowned, but seeing that Mo Shisheng seemed unwilling to speak again, she did not ask any further questions.
At this moment, the Emperor of the Southern Kingdom entered with the Empress of the Southern Kingdom, followed by Nan Xiao and Nan Chen.
Mo Shisheng gently raised her eyes, her gaze drawn to a silvery white figure. Her pupils constricted sharply, and she almost couldn't resist rushing forward.
The man was like a celestial being standing atop a snow-capped mountain, his silver-white robe making him appear sacred and inviolable.
He exuded a faint, cool aura, and wore a silver-white mask. Although he stood behind the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, he seemed to be the one who commanded obedience and submission.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes glancing at Mo Shisheng with a hint of doting affection.
It's him! Ming Beiya!
He's here!
Mo Shisheng's hand trembled slightly with excitement, and the scalding ginger tea spilled all over the back of her fair hand, instantly turning her delicate skin red. However, she seemed completely oblivious to it.
Qi Muxiao was surprised that Mo Shisheng would suddenly spill the ginger tea. She gasped and reached out to take Mo Shisheng's small hand. "It's all red. Doesn't it hurt?"
Hearing Qi Muxiao's words, Mo Shisheng finally withdrew her gaze. Suppressing her doubts, she said calmly, "I'm fine."
"They're so red, how could they be alright?" Qi Muxiao frowned deeply. "Peony, go to the palace and get some burn ointment. Be quick."
After the peony left.
The next second, everyone in the hall stood up.
Mo Shisheng raised her eyes slightly and saw that the Emperor and Empress of the Southern Kingdom had already taken their seats, and everyone began to kneel in obeisance.
Qi Muxiao gently released Mo Shisheng's hand and whispered, "Stand up with me, and then just kneel down once."
"..."
Mo Shisheng glanced at Qi Muxiao indifferently, as if she hadn't heard anything.
Qi Muxiao: "!!!!"
Now is not the time to be willful!
She was extremely anxious, but seeing that everyone had already stood up, she had no choice but to stand up as well. She wanted to reach out and pull Mo Shisheng, but then she noticed that there was a large burn on the back of Mo Shisheng's left hand, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Mo Shisheng seemed to see through her thoughts and glanced at the back of her hand. "I'm injured."
Qi Muxiao: "..."
Is it alright to only use your feet for this kneeling ceremony? What does it have to do with your injured hand?
Everyone stood up, except for a silver-white figure in the high seat and another silver-white figure in the middle of the table, who remained seated, unmoved, as if what was happening in the hall had nothing to do with them.
Mo Shisheng gently curved her lips and glanced lightly at the high position.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept in from outside the main hall, chilling to the bone. Mixed with the white snowflakes, it drifted in, gently lifting the ethereal man's dark hair—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
This scene seems familiar.
After the kneeling ceremony, Mo Shisheng stood up from her seat. Seeing this, Qi Muxiao quickly asked, "Where are you going?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng said in a roguish tone, "The tribute room, shall we go together?"
Qi Muxiao: "..."
Mo Shisheng reached out and touched Qi Muxiao's hair before turning and leaving the table, her figure graceful and seemingly carrying a cool, faint fragrance.
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