Yan Qing didn't ask.
Pretend that everything is peaceful and prosperous, and that all is well.
Many times, Yan Qing would wake up in the middle of the night and look at Mi Jia's face with great melancholy.
Mika's life was both complex and simple.
It's complicated because the whole world knows she was driven to rage for a woman.
It's simple, because Mika had no other choice but her.
As I've grown older, I've lost the naivety and arrogance of my youth, and I've started to think more about Mika, which has made me more anxious and insecure.
Mu Yuqing's identity is a mystery. The court officials hope that he can become the emperor's attendant. As long as the mystery of Mi Jia's exclusive favor in the harem is broken, they will not mind Mu Yuqing becoming the empress. However, it seems that there are some problems at present.
Because His Majesty's attitude towards Mu Yuqing was that he only regarded him as a capable minister.
This put the court officials in a difficult position, caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure whether they should submit a memorial to His Majesty requesting that Mu Yuqing be granted a formal title.
Some even considered giving Mu Yuqing something exciting, so that she could have a good time with His Majesty, thus giving them a lot of room to maneuver.
However, he had the desire to steal, but not the courage.
After all, Her Majesty is not a foolish ruler, but the most ruthless emperor in the history of Xianyu, even more so than her ancestors, and deserves the title of the greatest emperor of all time.
Time flies by and cannot withstand scrutiny.
To everyone's surprise, Mu Yuqing was not drugged by the others; instead, it was Yan Qing who was drugged.
That day.
The Imperial Study.
As Yan Qing was listening to Mu Yuqing's report, she drank the tea served by the palace maid. After a short while, she felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen, her body became hot, her vision blurred, and her steps became unsteady.
Yan Qing's face flushed crimson. "How dare you, you scoundrel!"
Mu Yuqing looked up and saw that the once arrogant and domineering emperor had become the most beautiful and charming woman.
Her eyes were misty, her cheeks were rosy and lovely, and the heroic spirit between her brows had faded, replaced by a woman's gentle and delicate beauty.
Mu Yuqing paused for a moment, then lowered her head, composed herself, and said, "Your Majesty is unwell; please allow me to report another day."
A hint of murderous intent flashed across Yan Qing's charming face. At that moment, she really wanted to kill Mu Yuqing. The only person in the world who had ever seen her in such a wretched state was Mi Jia.
However, the word "kill" hovered on her lips before she swallowed it back down. Instead, she found Mu Yuqing particularly delicious.
She closed her eyes briefly, her pupils turning bloodshot. "Get out! Summon the Empress and the Imperial Physician!"
Mu Yuqing sighed softly and stepped back.
However, the door was closed.
Outside the door.
A voice rang out. "Your Majesty, continuing the family line is a matter of great importance. Unless you and the Prince of Yanyun consummate your marriage today, don't blame your uncle for being ruthless."
Back then, I, your royal uncle, pitied my old life and watched you kill so many of your brothers. Now that I'm old, I regret it! Although your brothers weren't as capable as you, they weren't bad either. At least they weren't ruined by beauty like you.
Today's events were done by me alone. Even if you want to kill me, wait until you've consummated your marriage with the King of Yanyun and have a son or daughter before you kill me. Otherwise, what face will you have before our ancestors?
Your Majesty, you have never experienced the pleasures of intimacy between men and women, so you don't know the goodness of men. Once you have, you will understand that no matter how good the Empress is, she cannot compare to a man.
Yan Qing was furious.
These old fogies!
They should have killed them all cleanly back then.
She yanked the sword off the wall with a "whoosh," intending to kill that meddlesome royal uncle. If it weren't for his old age, he wouldn't be alive today.
Unexpectedly, keeping it turned out to be a disaster.
The sword dragged silently on the ground, yet it tore through the carpet.
She took a few steps, but couldn't go any further; her body was burning hot and she was parched.
She closed her eyes, and before her was Mi Jia's serene face, a face that seemed devoid of desire, which truly brought a sense of coolness to her heart.
A surge of strength welled up within her, and she abruptly raised her sword, pointing it at Mu Yuqing.
"You're going to die?"
Mu Yuqing: "..."
The sword tip was pointed directly at him, and the hairs on Mu Yuqing's body stood on end.
He suddenly remembered the story Mi Jia had told him: when he was useful, he was the emperor's honored guest; but once the emperor's leg was broken, or the emperor was drugged by aphrodisiacs, he would only be killed.
The emperor's household is indeed the most ruthless; it is indeed so.
He let out a long sigh. "I shall die!"
Yan Qing sneered. "Hmph! I won't do as you wish."
Mu Yuqing's death will become a thorn between me and Mi Jia, one that can never be removed.
The sword was thrown at Mu Yuqing's feet.
Yan Qing remained silent, coldly staring at Mu Yuqing.
Mu Yuqing glanced at Yan Qing and immediately understood her meaning: kill the old prince outside the door.
He felt cold all over, extremely cold.
Between his own death and the old prince's, he quickly made his decision. "Your subject obeys!"
Yan Qing remained indifferent. "I have no decree!"
Mu Yuqing felt only bitterness. The fact that His Majesty had not issued a decree meant that he would ultimately be the one to bear the responsibility for this matter, which was tantamount to a pledge of allegiance to the emperor.
From now on, he will have leverage over the emperor, no longer the reclusive sage Mu Yuqing, but merely a lackey in the emperor's hands.
Mu Yuqing regretted coming down the mountain.
He picked up the sword; the door was locked from the outside.
He swung his sword down, and the door shook.
The ruthlessness in Mu Yuqing's heart was ignited, and he slashed repeatedly, drawing gasps from the outside.
The old prince cried out in terror, "Lock it up! Lock it up!"
With a creak, the door opened.
The old prince took a step back, and when he saw that it was Mu Yuqing, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Prince Yanyun! Her Majesty…"
Mu Yuqing's eyes were bloodshot. He walked out with heavy steps, carrying a sword in his hand, and walked step by step to the old prince.
The old prince finally realized something was wrong. He trembled slightly.
He had thought about dying, specifically dying at the hands of the emperor, and he had prepared a whole host of words to advise the emperor.
When you realize you're really going to die, and at the hands of someone else, you're bound to be a little scared.
"King Yanyun, I am doing this to help..."
"I don't want to hear it!" Mu Yuqing slashed with her sword, striking his throat squarely.
Blood spurted out, splashing onto his pale face, giving him an oddly alluring look.
Mu Yuqing, distraught, said in a low voice, "His Majesty has decreed that the Empress be summoned and the imperial physician be brought before him."
Everyone panicked and ran around telling each other, urging the Empress to summon the imperial physicians.
No one came to punish Mu Yuqing for murder, because he was carrying the emperor's sword.
Yan Qing stood at the door, her hands covered in blood from the stab she had made with the jade hairpin. The pain kept her conscious.
Looking at Mu Yuqing, who seemed to have a broken spine, she felt that this person could finally be used by her.
Mu Yuqing knelt on the ground, holding the sword in both hands.
Yan Qing looked down at him. "This precious sword is yours."
Mu Yuqing's mouth was full of bitterness. Was it because she didn't want something she had touched?
"Thank you for your great kindness, Your Majesty. I take my leave now."
...
When Mika came.
Yan Qing was lying on the couch.
Her face was pale, but her eyes held a hidden emotion.
The imperial physician was treating Yan Qing and had prescribed a medicine. Immediately, someone went down to brew the medicine.
When no one was around, Mi Jia sat down next to Yan Qing.
Mi Jia touched her purplish-red fingers, her heart pounding with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back down.
Does it hurt?
"pain!"
Mika gently blew on it. "I thought they would use those methods on me."
Yan Qing's eyes flashed with cold light. "They wouldn't dare."
Mi Jia thought for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating smile. "They certainly wouldn't dare! If something happens to me, you'll exterminate their entire family; if something happens to you, it'll be seen as filial piety. Afterwards, you might even develop a liking for men, allowing them to sell their handsome sons to the palace. In that sense, harming you is far more profitable than harming me, so it's better to harm you."
"You see things too clearly!" Yan Qing said bitterly, angrily slamming Mi Jia to the ground. "Since you see things so clearly, you should come with me to court, to handle state affairs, and to protect your husband when he's in trouble."
"Is this how you protect me?" Mi Jia chuckled softly, but tears welled in her eyes.
She felt sorry for Yan Qing.
Many times, she wanted to ask herself, was it worth doing this for her?
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I dared not ask. I was afraid that asking would seem pretentious.
She raised her head with a slight tremor and pressed her lips to Yan Qing's, completely igniting Yan Qing's passion.
Let the flames burn even brighter!
...
The tragedy in the palace seemed vivid in my mind.
The old prince is dead.
He was demoted to a commoner, and his family members were forced into military service or sold into slavery.
One hundred palace guards were beheaded.
Most of the palace maids and eunuchs were replaced.
This was only because Mi Jia pleaded for leniency; if she hadn't, the consequences would have been unpredictable.
At this gloomy and desolate juncture, Mu Yuqing was betrothed, and the wedding was held so hastily that it seemed as if the bride was already pregnant.
The group once again abandoned the idea of arranging male companions for the emperor; they probably couldn't rely on the emperor's fondness for men in this lifetime.
On the day of Mu Yuqing's wedding, the emperor sent congratulatory gifts, including mountains of gold and seas of silver, and countless pearls and jade.
There was another gift, which the head eunuch specified was for Mu Yuqing to see alone.
The crowd withdrew, and the eunuch opened the enormous box he was carrying, inside which were four bloody human heads.
The head eunuch's gaze was mocking, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He said disdainfully, "His Majesty's decree: Regardless of your intentions in descending the mountain, you, Yan Yunzhai, will always be my lackey. A dog that rebels against its master will be killed. You, Yan Yunzhai, think you know some underhanded tricks and dare to try to defile the palace? Do you really think there's no one else in the world? From now on, behave yourself as the King of Yan Yun. I will not mistreat you; otherwise, their present will be your future. So be it!"
Mu Yuqing stared blankly at the four heads in the box, which looked like they had died with their eyes wide open.
He recognized these four people; they were all from Yan Yun Zhai and were his fellow disciples. They smiled and asked him when he would become the Phoenix Lord and whether he needed their help.
They thought it was a joke, but they actually managed to persuade the timid and cowardly old prince to give the emperor an aphrodisiac.
He thought that killing the old prince would solve everything, but who knew that the emperor would be able to trace it back to all four of them.
Is it fate?
Mu Yuqing was somewhat bewildered.
His master said that with the Empress emerging, he should descend the mountain to vie for his position as the Phoenix King.
His master said that he was born to be a noble person, and the most noble position in the world was that of the Phoenix King.
In fact, he knew that the reason his ancestors did not want the title of king or nobleman was because they harbored the ambition of becoming emperors themselves. Unfortunately, under the circumstances, there was no place for his ancestors to stay. His ancestors had no choice but to lead their clansmen to live in seclusion in the mountains and fields, to earn a reputation so that it could be passed down from generation to generation.
This generation happens to be an empress.
The master was tempted. If he could get the empress pregnant with his child and the child would ascend the throne, it would be a way of fulfilling his ancestor's dream of becoming emperor.
The four junior brothers sent by the master were all outstanding in appearance and talent. He was just waiting for the day he succeeded so that he could bring them to the palace to serve the emperor.
Master, every step has been calculated.
The only thing they didn't expect was that the emperor had a deeply affectionate princess named Mijia by his side.
That day, I accidentally saved Princess Mija; it was purely by accident.
He regretted countless times, wondering if he would have succeeded had he not saved the day.
However, he was also filled with lingering fear. If there was no hope of saving him, would he ever be able to see the capricious emperor again?
Thinking about all of this now is pointless.
It took Mu Yuqing a long time to come to her senses before she knelt down steadily. "Your Majesty, I thank you for your great kindness!"
The head eunuch snorted and walked away, waving his hand.
Mu Yuqing looked at the four terrified heads and quietly closed the box.
today.
Whether it was a day of great joy or a day of great sorrow, he could no longer say.
During the wedding ceremony, everyone praised Mu Yuqing for being favored by the emperor.
Only Mu Yuqing herself knew that the Mu Yuqing of the past was dead, and the Mu Yuqing who was alive now was nothing more than the emperor's subject.
...
Days passed by one after another.
There was no longer any barrier between Mi Jia and Yan Qing.
Mika finally asked the question: Was it worth it for her?
Yan Qing finally asked the silly question: "If you had to choose between a man and me, who would you pick?"
After asking the question, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
It turns out that in the whirlpool of emotions, no one is truly calm; everyone ultimately longs for the other's wholehearted love.
As for Mu Yuqing, it was just a misunderstanding.
Yan Qing found Yan Yunzhai's lair and discovered that Mu Yuqing's initial target was her, thinking of becoming her Phoenix Lord and peacefully seizing power.
However, for some unknown reason, by a twist of fate, Mu Yuqing saved Mi Jia. Mi Jia mistakenly thought that Mu Yuqing might like a man like Mu Yuqing, so he punished her severely, causing Mu Yuqing to give up the idea of becoming the Phoenix King, and thus she became a loyal subject.
The coincidence of fate is beyond comprehension.
On Yan Qing's birthday.
People all over the world celebrate.
Da Jing also sent someone over. The envoy was very courteous and brought very sincere gifts. He reported to Mi Jia, "The people who have returned to Da Jing have been properly taken care of. His Majesty and the Empress are very concerned about Princess."
Mi Jia looked at the Empress's throne beneath her, then at Yan Qing beside her, her voice soft yet filled with undisguised joy: "I'm fine, everything is fine."
In this world, besides the King of Chu who ascended the throne, only Yan Qing was willing to relinquish half of his imperial throne.
She won't regret marrying me!
After the hustle and bustle of the birthday celebration.
Yan Qing led Mi Jia back to the princess's mansion where she had once lived, and entered a secret room.
When the secret room was opened, Mika was stunned.
The secret room was filled with portraits of her.
She at her coming-of-age ceremony, she eating, she writing, she frowning.
Those portraits are from when she was twelve years old until she wore her wedding dress.
Yan Qing smiled and said, "You have no idea how much I love you."
Mi Jia vaguely remembered that year, when they met again in the border town, Yan Qing pulled her into his arms and whispered those words in her ear: "I'm serious!"
"Thank you so much, it's a lifelong kindness!"
...
I love you, very seriously, so seriously that the whole world would make way for me.
—Yan Qing
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