Mu Beichen turned his gaze to the trembling eunuch kneeling before him. His exceptionally handsome face paled, and his cold voice, tinged with bloodthirsty rage, roared: "You audacious dog slave, do not spread rumors!"
"Your Majesty, this servant dares not, it's all over the palace..." The little eunuch knelt on the ground timidly, his head lowered as he spoke, not daring to even look at Mu Beichen. But the words on his lips were once again sealed in his throat by a cold shout.
"I know the Empress best. There's no need for a servant like you to speak ill of her!"
Mu Beichen narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp enough to be unapproachable from afar, and piercing to the soul up close. He aimed at the little eunuch and kicked him furiously, sending him flying far away. The eunuch landed with a thud, clutching his chest in pain, not daring to utter a sound.
With his eyes fixed ahead, he strode quickly forward, looking down at the little eunuch on the ground with an imposing air.
"From this moment on, I do not wish to hear any more gossip or criticism of the Empress. Do you understand?"
"Yes...yes..." With Mu Beichen's tacit approval, the little eunuch, under the intense gazes of everyone present, scrambled away.
These words stirred his heart for no apparent reason. He had been busy with political affairs recently, and the fact that the ministers were almost unanimously demanding the removal of the empress had left him overwhelmed and unable to attend to anything else. Now, the ridicule of Yu Qianqian's appearance had become the deepest pain in his heart.
However, he believed that the estrangement between him and Yu Qianqian was not only due to their current status change. Even in the past, no matter how insightful he was, he still could not connect with her on a personal level. In the past three years, although they spent every day and night together, they were always separated by vast distances. Every time they got close, it left both of them scarred.
Glancing sideways at the fallen petals and leaves scattered on the ground, a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. Dressed in black, Mu Beichen strode forward under the moonlight. On the long, winding pebble path, his ink-black figure swiftly blended into the darkness.
It was past midnight, and apart from the servants on night watch, there was no sound in Fengyi Palace. Only the faint moonlight shone through the golden hall, and through a layer of light gauze curtains, one could vaguely see a woman lying on the bed with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
That night was the most peaceful night Yu Qianqian had ever slept since entering the palace. In the past, every time she woke up in the middle of the night, the death of Hua Mancheng and the mysterious disappearance of Su Yu would flood into her subconscious like a torrent, tearing her soul apart. In just one month, the nightmares had completely destroyed her.
It wasn't until Mo Jingnian appeared that she felt a little more comforted.
However, she overlooked the opinions of others and the strict palace rules, which were all deadly weapons that brought this man undeserved disaster.
Just then, a figure swept past the window like a wisp of smoke. Yu Qianqian's keen hearing detected a series of light and orderly footsteps coming from outside. She instinctively snapped out of her daze, grabbed a coat from the bed without looking, and tiptoed to the door.
Yu Qianqian, half-draped in her brocade palace dress, chased after him outside the palace. At this moment, she didn't care about the bone-chilling cold wind. Her sharp eyes swept around the Phoenix Palace, but there was nothing but emptiness in front of her. A figure silently appeared behind her.
"who?"
She sensed someone approaching from behind, turned around, and delivered a roundhouse kick.
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