The city of Ziyang was adorned with white sails, and a gloomy and somber atmosphere continued to spread, as if the entire city of Ziyang was shrouded in sorrow.
What should have been a celebration turned into a tragedy, tragically resulting in the Emperor's untimely death and plunging the entire Great Jin Dynasty into turmoil. The Emperor remained childless for several years after his ascension to the throne, but fortunately, Consort Rou was pregnant, ensuring the continuation of the royal bloodline.
In an instant, Wuyou became the focus of everyone's protection, practically a national treasure. Even Fushun, who had always been loyal to his master, gradually shifted his affections to Wuyou. After all, his master was unconscious, and his identity had been legitimately lost. He could only hope for the little master in Wuyou's belly.
Even though Mu Yanran harbored resentment, she dared not do anything more to Wuyou, for Wuyou was her beloved's only child. Moreover, Fu Shun and the others were protecting Wuyou to an almost obsessive degree, leaving him no way to intervene and only able to watch helplessly.
A snow-white puppy trudged along the corner of the palace wall, its short legs drooping. The dog's face showed a look of utter despair, its head hanging low, looking very lost and even a little hopeless.
Witnessing his identity vanish before his eyes, Situ Yuan's panic and anger were unimaginable. Unfortunately, he was now just an ordinary dog, powerless to do anything but watch helplessly.
As for whether he had ever thought that death would bring him back to his body, he certainly had, but he didn't have the courage to do so; people like him cherish their lives the most.
He was a man who knew how to be pragmatic. When he was emperor, second only to the emperor, he was above all others, and no one dared to challenge him. His temper grew as a result. But now he was just a dog. He had suffered a lot during this time and had gradually come to realize his true worth.
As a dog, how else can it survive besides relying on its master? Situ Yuan had to consider his future. As the emperor, everyone in the harem naturally fawned over her, but setting aside that identity, all he saw was the ugliness of the harem; the women's faces were more terrifying and vicious than the last.
It seems that during this period, only Consort Rou has treated him relatively well. Moreover, she is pregnant with her only child, and he can take care of his child while he is there.
Having figured this out, Situ Yuan stopped in his tracks and turned to walk towards Zhilan Palace. Even if he had to be a dog, he would be the most noble dog, and no one was more suitable than Consort Rou.
His plan was good, but unfortunately, Wuyou wouldn't let him have his way. Firstly, the two of them were so deeply in love. They should have been together in this life. A man and a dog, accompanying each other for a lifetime—what a legendary tale!
Before he could even reach Zhilan Palace, Situ Yuan was grabbed by the neck and lifted up.
"Woof woof woof—" What's going on? Who's grabbing my neck? Situ Yuan was completely bewildered. He barked wildly and began to struggle, but he couldn't escape the other's iron grip at all.
"Isn't this Consort Mu's pet?" A soft voice slowly rang out, like the tinkling of jade, soothing and refreshing.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Situ Yuan stopped what he was doing and looked at Wuyou with hopeful eyes. "Consort Rou is so kind, she'll surely treat me well!"
"Your Majesty, please be careful. Don't get infected by the dog hair. You're carrying the little prince!" The last incident was still fresh in everyone's mind, so Lian Qiao had to be cautious.
Today, Wuyou was dressed in a plain white palace gown, the magnolia hairpin in her hair making her appear even more elegant and refined. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and a smile played on her lips. Her slightly protruding belly added a layer of maternal aura to her appearance. Just standing there quietly, she resembled a beautiful painting of a lady.
"Lianqiao, send Xiaobai back to Fengyi Palace!" How can two people who love each other so much be separated? Naturally, they should be paired up and never be separated for all eternity.
Even though he was unwilling, Situ Yuan could only be carried away on his way to hell, his dog-like face filled with utter despair, which was inexplicably funny.
After walking for a while, Wuyou felt a little tired, so she was helped back to Zhilan Palace. Just as she sat down, Fushun hurried over.
At Fu Shun's signal, Wu You dismissed everyone around her, leaving only the two of them in the inner hall. Wu You picked up the embroidery board and began to embroider, waiting for the other person to speak.
"Your Highness, the Emperor is still unconscious..." Fu Shun had just started to speak when Wu You raised her hand to interrupt him.
"Eunuch Fushun, are you joking? The Emperor clearly passed away yesterday. How could he be unconscious?" Wuyou tilted her head slightly, looking at Fushun in surprise.
"Your Highness, the one who died was just a fake. The real Emperor is asleep in a secret room." Fu Shun was not surprised by this, after all, he had kept this a secret very well, and only a few people knew about it.
If Consort Rou showed any sign of knowing, he would become suspicious instead.
"Is that so?" Wuyou lowered her eyes and murmured to herself, her expression revealing a hint of disappointment. Fushun noticed this and his brow furrowed. This Consort Rou.
The disappointment in Wuyou's expression was only momentary, but she quickly recovered and smiled gently, though a hint of worry showed through her expression. "It's good that His Majesty is alright, but His Majesty's passing happened in front of all the ministers, so it will be difficult to explain!"
"This matter is indeed thorny, but Your Highness just needs to take good care of the imperial fetus." This was also what Fu Shun found most disgusting. It was all the fault of that brainless idiot Consort Mu; otherwise, things wouldn't have gotten to such an unmanageable point.
He originally intended to win over Consort Rou and Prime Minister Bai behind her, but judging from the other party's expression, he seemed to be looking forward to the Emperor's death. Thinking about it, it made sense. If the Emperor died, Consort Rou would be the only prince in her womb, and she would be the Empress Dowager in the making. It seemed that he could not trust Consort Rou too much.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, just as Fu Shun was about to take his leave, a man dressed in a blue eunuch's robe hurriedly approached, his face filled with panic and helplessness.
"Greetings, Consort Rou." He walked simply towards Wuyou, and after receiving permission, he leaned close to Fushun's ear and whispered something. Fushun's expression grew increasingly serious and flustered as the other party spoke.
"This servant has something to attend to and must take his leave." Fu Shun bowed slightly, and before Wu You could speak, he turned and left quickly, disregarding even the proper etiquette.
In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from sight, moving so fast it was as if a ghost was chasing them, exuding an aura of urgency.
A faint fragrance of orchids filled the air, and a gentle breeze rippled the surface.
Wuyou picked up the embroidery board and slowly began to embroider, a slight smile playing on her lips, revealing her pleasure.
"Has it finally come?" The seeds sown months ago have finally taken effect. The Emperor has been lying on his sickbed for so long; it was time.
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