Mu Zhi snapped out of her daze, suppressed her nervousness, clenched her handkerchief tightly, and then slowly loosened it.
Her voice was fragile yet firm: "It's alright, it's just this once."
Then he turned to the servant who had delivered the message and whispered, "Let's go."
forecourt.
Shadow waited for a while, then grew impatient, as he was eager to return and summon the imperial physician to examine His Highness.
Why is it taking so long for the servants in the Grand Tutor's mansion to deliver a message?
Fortunately, he never intended to actually invite the person into the palace.
After a while, seeing that no one came out, Shadow spoke in a cold voice, "Grand Tutor, it seems that Miss Mu is unwell and unable to go to the palace to see His Highness, so Shadow will not disturb you any longer."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
The Grand Tutor waved his hand, completely unconcerned about Shadow's attitude, and was about to have someone send Shadow away.
Seeing her daughter out of the corner of her eye, she immediately smiled and said, "Zhi'er is here."
Upon hearing this, Shadow stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw that Mu Zhi had indeed arrived.
Why is her face so pale again?
He raised an eyebrow. If the wind were any stronger, it might have blown people away.
The late emperor really knew how to choose a wife...
With such a frail and weak appearance, how can she possibly be the mother of a nation?
Marrying her into the palace and treating her as a decorative vase is somewhat worrying; one might fear she'll shatter at any moment.
Just as Shadow was pondering, Mu Zhi had already approached.
Mu Zhi walked to the Grand Tutor's side and bowed to him.
Shadow's brow relaxed slightly. This etiquette is really perfect. Was it measured with a ruler?
I must say, the act of bowing is quite pleasing to the eye.
Shadow was startled and awkwardly looked away.
Regardless, she is still His Highness's fiancée.
That person was practically his master, and even though His Highness had never acknowledged it, he couldn't be disrespectful.
"Shadow greets Miss Mu. I apologize for any offense I may have caused you before." Shadow clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.
Mu Zhi glanced at Yingzi without making a sound, a slight smile playing on her lips. Her tone was weak and feeble, yet her voice was exceptionally beautiful.
"Lord Ying, there's no need for such formalities. It was my own fault for being unwell; I don't blame you for what you did back then."
Ordinary people would never mention the embarrassing incident before, but Mu Zhi was not an ordinary person. Her last sentence reminded everyone present.
It means I don't blame you for turning me away back then, but I also don't forgive you.
Having followed Xuanming for years, how could Shadow not understand this subtle implication?
However, remembering His Highness's instructions, he could only pretend not to have heard Mu Zhi's last words.
Shadow bowed again, "His Highness wishes to invite Miss Mu to the palace for a discussion. Is it convenient for Miss Mu?"
Mu Zhi glanced at her father, who nodded with a smile, and Mu Zhi felt a warmth in her heart.
How fortunate she was to be born into such a family.
“Since Your Highness has requested it, I will naturally comply.” Mu Zhi emphasized the last two words.
Shadow wanted to correct that this was just a verbal order, and that whether or not she entered the palace was her own choice.
But thinking back to how she insisted on entering the palace again and again, even though he refused, he remembered that she had refused.
This person must have been waiting for this day for many years.
Shadow felt a surge of disdain in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
He bowed respectfully and said, "In that case, the carriage is waiting outside. Please come in, Miss Mu."
As he spoke, Shadow darted to the side and gestured for him to leave.
Mu Zhi glanced at her father and curtsied to him.
The Grand Tutor smiled and said, "Go, take your maid with you, so you can look after her. If you feel unwell, just send someone to tell your father to come and get you."
Mu Zhi felt a warm glow in her heart, and the cool breeze around her seemed to have dispelled much of the chill.
She nodded slightly, then turned and walked slowly toward the door.
The carriage moved quickly along the way.
The magpie wanted the shadow to slow down, because its young lady was unwell and if she went too fast, she would suffer again.
Mu Zhi stopped the magpie from lifting the curtain.
The magpie was indignant. "Miss, they've gone too far! They know you're not well, yet they're rushing you to be reborn so quickly!"
The magpie didn't deliberately lower her voice; she had been wanting to vent for a long time.
Their young lady was highly learned and talented, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework, dance, and martial arts. Unfortunately, she later became frail and could no longer practice martial arts and dance.
He rarely touches even the mentally and physically demanding arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting anymore.
But she was also the jewel of their Grand Tutor's mansion, and had never received such cold treatment before.
In her opinion, it would be better if the young lady didn't get married.
The wealth and luxury of the Grand Tutor's mansion are enough to ensure that the young lady will never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of her life.
Why go to the palace to suffer injustice?
Mu Zhi glanced longingly at the street scene that flashed by through the crack in the window.
Judging from the shouts of the vendors outside, it must be bustling with people.
Unfortunately, she hadn't seen such a lively scene in many years.
Mu Zhi clenched her handkerchief, suppressing the urge to pull back the curtains.
He turned to the magpie and said, "Be careful what you say."
The magpie pouted unhappily; the young lady had only uttered these two words after all that time.
Could it be that Miss really likes that one in the palace?
But they haven't seen each other for ten years, nor have they exchanged letters, so how could they possibly like each other?
The magpie was somewhat hesitant and lowered its head to think about the matter.
For a moment, he didn't even notice the somewhat forlorn expression on his young mistress's face.
The figure outside the carriage, a master of martial arts, surely heard the magpie's complaints.
He was in a hurry to return to the palace and had no intention of slowing down.
Just as Shadow was about to speed up, she suddenly remembered that if she really made this little darling sick, His Highness would make a scene at the Grand Tutor's mansion to beg for forgiveness.
It doesn't seem like a good deal.
Oh well, it's not far anyway, so let's just go slowly.
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