The meaning of the Southern Kingdom was too obvious, but Xuan Yuan Ye was not angry.
Their every move was under his control. They thought they were all grown up and that when the two sides actually clashed, they would be like eggs hitting rocks.
He had heard of Jiang Tian's name and then immediately forgot it.
The palace is already organizing a talent selection. In order to balance the power in the court, Xuanyuan Ye personally selected many young ladies from wealthy families to enter the palace on the appointed day.
What does a princess sent for a political marriage have to do with him? She won't offer him any assistance, so she doesn't deserve to be remembered by him.
But man proposes, God disposes.
That night, Xuanyuan Ye went alone to a dilapidated cold palace to burn incense for his old friend.
In the eyes of others, that woman was unforgivable, but Xuan Yuan Ye knew perfectly well what was going on.
She took so many blames to give her son a way out.
Now that he has become the emperor, the case involves many things, and he cannot immediately overturn her case. He can only light an incense stick for her on a cold night on the anniversary of her death.
As he left the palace, he faintly heard a melodious zither tune.
Even palace servants rarely dare to come here, so how could anyone play the zither?
Xuanyuan Ye, with a cold face, went to find the sound of the zither.
He quietly stepped onto the roof and looked down, where he saw a slender figure from behind.
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her waist was slender and graceful, and her snow-white neck was exposed beneath her hair, making her even more striking against her black attire.
Her slender fingers were plucking the strings of the zither, producing a unique and melodious sound.
Xuanyuan Ye tiptoed over and walked slowly.
"Who are you?"
A deep question made the woman tremble and slowly turn around.
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