Chapter 3 Emperor
Yun Wan's heart skipped a beat when she heard these words suddenly.
She looked down at Asui, her eyes testing him: "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Asui unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes with his little hands, tilting his head and saying, "I've never seen my father in person, so I don't know what he looks like."
"But Sister Yueya Yuejian always says that my skin is as white as my mother's, my hair is as black as my mother's, and my nose, mouth, and ears are as pretty as my mother's."
So here comes the question.
He raised his hand and touched his eyes, his bright pupils full of curiosity: "So my eyes are like my father's?"
No one has ever said that Asui's eyes look like his mother's. Even he himself can see that his eyes are the only part that doesn't look like his mother's.
A Niang's eyes are big and round, while his are long and narrow.
He could naturally tell the difference.
Yun Wan's heart skipped a beat.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Asui's face, which passed over inch by inch, and finally stopped at his eyes.
The eyes are pointed inside and raised outside, with a narrow and smooth arc. The tail of the eyes is slightly raised, resembling the tail feathers of a phoenix.
Although Asui is still young and his facial features have not yet fully developed, it is obvious that he has a pair of extremely delicate and beautiful phoenix eyes.
If he grows up, he will definitely be a handsome man.
Yun Wan looked at the pair of tender yet slightly sharp phoenix eyes, and her breathing became slightly choked.
Inexplicably, another pair of sharp and deep eyes flashed through my mind.
Exactly the same, she thought suddenly.
"Mother?" Asui tugged at her sleeve.
Quickly pulling her thoughts back, Yun Wan recalled the appearance of her husband Lu Fenglan and nodded slightly: "......Yeah."
My husband is handsome and elegant, but because of his poor health and mental state, his eyebrows and eyes are often drooping, and he looks like a phoenix with eyes.
Ah Sui suddenly realized: "So that's why. No wonder my eyes don't look like my mother's. They really do look like my father's!"
Yun Wan gently stroked his eyebrows, feeling complicated.
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The Golden Throne Hall of the Imperial Palace.
Sunlight pours in from the colorful glazed window lattices, reflecting the flames from the candlesticks and the night-shining pearls. The auspicious beasts, flowers and plants on the gilded screen are lifelike.
On the jade steps, black lichen and gold cloud patterns are faintly visible, leading directly to the rosewood dragon-shaped imperial table on the white marble base.
The hall was filled with solemnity, with occasional rustling sounds coming from the imperial desk.
Amidst the dim lights, Emperor Jingxuan was writing and reviewing memorials, his brows furrowed in thought. His dark casual attire concealed his noble and majestic air.
As the red brush put down its last stroke, a low, cold voice suddenly rang out: "Jiang Fusheng, what time is it?"
Upon hearing this, eunuch Jiang Fusheng, who had been standing silently behind a stone pillar in the main hall, glanced at the clepsydra. He then tiptoed forward and said, "Your Majesty, it's approximately three quarters past noon."
Thinking of the lingering dream he had when he woke up this morning, Emperor Jingxuan closed the last memorial and stood up to leave.
At this moment, there was a slight "bang" sound, and as Emperor Jingxuan stood up, his wide sleeves were suddenly pulled away, and the letter that was previously pressed on top fell to the ground.
Also dropped was a snow-blue robe.
Jiang Fusheng hurried forward to pick up the memorial on the ground, but he didn't dare touch the silk scarf.
Emperor Jingxuan turned around, bent down, and picked up the robe himself.
At first glance, the handkerchief looked ordinary, made of silk, and held in his broad palm, it was plain and inconspicuous.
However, if you smell it carefully, you can smell a faint fragrance, like a breeze in the hall full of ambergris, clear and pure, which makes you feel relaxed and happy.
Emperor Jingxuan lowered his eyes and fixed his gaze on the robe. His phoenix eyes were as sharp as torches, deep and indifferent.
The slender figure, the majestic aura, and the cold and suffocating oppression, but the brows relaxed slightly with the faint fragrance.
"How's the investigation going?"
Emperor Jingxuan casually put the handkerchief into his sleeve, stood with his hands behind his back, his tone as cold as water.
Jiang Fusheng's heart trembled as he understood what His Majesty was referring to. He quickly bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am incompetent. There has been no progress on the matter of the handkerchief's owner, and there is no news from the Xuanlong Guards either."
Jiang Fusheng lowered his head after he finished speaking.
As the eunuch in front of the emperor, he naturally knew where the handkerchief in His Majesty's hand came from and why he carried it with him.
Five years ago, your Majesty was framed and approached by someone, but the person disappeared afterwards, leaving behind only a handkerchief.
The handkerchief was made of silk, which would be a treasure in an ordinary household, but in this huge capital city, it was really nothing.
Silk is soft and close to the skin, and the wives of high-ranking officials and nobles all use silk as robes.
Coincidentally, the handkerchief was stained with some kind of fragrance, which could relieve the headache that had troubled Your Majesty for many years, so he kept it.
But this matter was really too strange. Even though he and the Xuanlong Guard had been investigating for five years, they still couldn't find out who the owner of the handkerchief was.
Logically speaking, there is nothing in this world that the Xuanlong Guards cannot investigate, but unfortunately that night was His Majesty's birthday, and all the officials came with their families to celebrate the birthday and attend the banquet, so the movement of people was quite complicated.
When the incident happened, a side hall in the palace suddenly caught fire, and an assassin took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the emperor's bedroom and commit a crime.
A series of events happened and the palace was in chaos that night.
It's really difficult to find someone.
Fortunately, His Majesty did not rest in the bedroom that night, so he was fine. Afterwards, the Xuanlong Guards and the Yulin Army massacred the imperial city and caught the traitors who had committed arson and assassination, as well as the people who had designed it.
Only the owner of the veil had no message.
At first they all thought that it was a concubine in the palace, or some daring palace maid who wanted to take the opportunity to climb onto the dragon bed and fly into the sky.
As a result, they searched for three days and had been searching for years, but to no avail.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fusheng looked ashamed.
Emperor Jingxuan nodded lightly, obviously not surprised by this result.
He stared ahead, his narrow, dark eyes dim and unclear.
..........
On the bluestone path, the man stopped and looked into the distance.
The young servant in gray clothes following behind him looked up and asked doubtfully, "Master, that seems to be the Third Madam and Young Master Changsui?"
The man said nothing. The light and shadow between the treetops and leaves fell on him. The cloud-embroidered kirin brocade robe had floating patterns. His eyebrows and eyes were clear and his figure was slender.
The gray-clothed servant murmured, "Strange! The Third Madam clearly saw us, so why did she take the side road?"
The path was paved with gravel, and after the spring it was overgrown with tender green weeds, and no one had been ordered to clear it yet, so it was not easy to walk on.
You're not hiding from the Duke, are you?
As soon as the thought came to his mind, he looked up and met his master's gaze. He felt a chill down his spine and quickly slapped himself twice, saying, "Please forgive me, my lord, I was too talkative!"
Lu Yuanduo glanced at it and said, "Go clear the weeds on the road."
Weeds?
Weeds on the road?
Which road has weeds?
The servant looked at the overgrown stone path that seemed to have no end in sight, and felt like crying but had no tears.
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