Mu Beichen strode quickly toward the center of the hall, his eyes meeting Mo Jingnian's. His gaze was sharp. "Mo Jingnian, after this is done, I will grant you an official position in the Imperial Hospital. If you dare to deceive the Emperor, you will not escape death. I advise you to think about the consequences beforehand. It's not too late to regret it now."
Faced with the threatening shout, Mo Jingnian remained surprisingly calm. He replied unhurriedly, "Your Majesty, the reason I accompanied the Empress into the palace was solely out of a physician's compassion, never for high office or wealth. If this matter fails, my life is at Your Majesty's disposal. But even if we succeed in restoring the Empress's beauty, I will not wish to serve as an official in the palace. I beg Your Majesty's permission."
Seeing Mo Jingnian's calm and composed demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. The other man's indifferent attitude made him feel comfortable every time he looked at him.
"Alright, I agree." Mu Beichen nodded slightly in response. "In order to make it easier to treat the Empress, I will have someone arrange for you to stay temporarily in the side hall of Wuji Palace. You may leave now." After saying that, he watched Mo Jingnian walk away, and for no reason, some strange thoughts arose in his heart.
Because Mo Jingnian looks so much like Hua Mancheng, he still feels somewhat dazed, and unknowingly, past events reappear before his eyes.
Going back to the beginning, when the late emperor was still on the throne, the national policies were newly established, the government was efficient and the people were harmonious, it was a time of great prosperity. As the second prince, Mu Beichen was as humble as dust in front of others. He did not advance in rank, nor did he harbor any resentment. Even the lowest servants wished they could avoid him at all times. Mu Beichen lost his mother at a young age and experienced cold treatment throughout the entire dynasty. Until that time, he followed Mu Linyuan out of the palace for a spring hunt. Because he got lost halfway and encountered bandits, he unexpectedly met Hua Mancheng. For the first time, he saw the colors of life.
At only ten years old, Mu Beichen was calm, composed, and exceptionally handsome.
Born on the same day, month, and year as her, Hua Mancheng was carefree and unrestrained, walking with a confident stride.
Two young boys were walking through a grove of lush trees when they were stopped by a group of robbers. The burly man who came towards them was all muscular and had a full beard. When he saw the two fair-skinned children, he grinned from ear to ear. "Hey! Brother, these two are good! The kid in black looks like he comes from a wealthy family. We must extort him from him!"
Xiao Hua Mancheng, who was leaning against a tree watching the play, was dressed in white and dancing gracefully. After hearing the robber's words, he shrugged and glanced at Mu Beichen with a gloating look: "Brother, you've been robbed."
Little Mu Beichen raised his two chubby little fists and jabbed them hard at his face, thinking it was a dream. But he was disappointed in the end. When he opened his eyes, he found a middle-aged man with a full beard carrying two axes on his shoulders, walking towards him with the speed of the wind.
"You country bumpkin, what are you trying to extort? Watch this!" The man, his eyes gleaming with malice, angrily raised his double axes at Xiao Mu Beichen. "This mountain is mine, this tree is mine to cultivate..."
The man suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence, feeling a little embarrassed for forgetting his lines in front of the child, and scratched his head in frustration.
"Oh my god! My stomach hurts so much, I'm outta here!"
Watching the two men in front of her making a ruckus as if they were putting on a theatrical performance, Xiao Hua Mancheng was speechless. She quietly leaned close to Xiao Mu Beichen's ear and said, "Brother, I think these two are out of their minds, aren't they?"
With his hands clasped in front of his chest, Xiao Mu Beichen stood calmly in front of the robbers. His black robe fluttered in the wind. He narrowed his eyes, revealing a look that was three parts indifferent and seven parts mocking. At this moment, he looked exactly like the leader of a group of robbers who were fawning over him.
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