"If you know your target, don't act rashly."
"Hmm. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn't. I won't take away your spiritual root, will you?"
"Yes." Fu Lu noticed her slightly pale face and unconcealed exhaustion, and patted the spot beside him. "Lie down and rest for a while."
"...Then I won't stand on ceremony." Mu Runzhen lay down. She was indeed tired. Back at the manor, she didn't even want to eat and just wanted to go back to sleep. Now that she could rest for a while, she naturally wouldn't refuse.
Fu Lu looked at her sleeping face, raised his hand as if to touch it, but ultimately withdrew it.
"memory……"
If he can read her husband's memories, then he must be her husband.
Also, what exactly is going on between Fu Yunchen and her?
Perhaps by accessing those memories, we can find out.
As Mu Run slept, she felt cold and subconsciously moved closer to Fu Lu.
Seeing this, Fu Lu took off his own cloak and covered her with it.
Gradually, Mu Run's breathing became more even, and she slept more soundly.
The carriage entered the palace.
According to custom, one should disembark from the carriage before entering the inner palace. Fu Lu saw that Mu Run was sleeping soundly, so he let her stay in the carriage without waking her up.
As he left, the temperature inside the carriage dropped, and Mu Run opened her eyes.
He looked at the cloak he was wearing, paused for a moment, and then sat up cross-legged.
Then he mobilized a wisp of spiritual power from his soul and slowly released it.
Her spiritual power has a unique characteristic: wherever it goes, it acts like her eyes, allowing her to clearly see the surroundings.
However, because her cultivation level is low, the spiritual power that can be stored in her soul is limited, and she is usually reluctant to use it.
Her spiritual energy roamed freely, and suddenly she sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy, so she immediately drifted over to it.
She was a woman dressed in simple white robes and a thin veil, cultivating while holding a spirit stone in her hand.
The spiritual energy she sensed emanated from the spirit stone in her hand. After saying one more word to the woman, Mu Run prepared to leave.
Just then, a palace maid entered and said to the woman in white, "Your Highness, Consort Rou requests your presence."
A princess? Mu Run was taken aback. Emperor Wende only had one princess with spiritual roots, could it be...?
"Where is Seventh Brother?" the woman asked.
"The Seventh Prince is also with the Empress."
"I'll change my clothes and then go."
"Yes, this servant will take her leave."
Pingyang removed the thin veil from her face, revealing a beautiful face.
Mu Run looked at her face with some surprise, because her face did resemble Su Xiao's by about 50%.
Pingyang changed into a blue palace dress embroidered with phoenixes and cloud patterns. Her long hair was styled into a high bun, and her phoenix hairpins and hair ornaments were all of the finest quality. There was a plum blossom decoration between her eyebrows, and her lips were red. She was noble and beautiful.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Pingyang's eyes were indifferent, even cold, before she finally picked up the veil and put it back on.
Mu Run found it strange; her face wasn't something shameful, so why did she have to cover it up?
Following Pingyang, we arrived at Consort Rou's Yongyan Palace.
Crying could be heard coming from inside.
Mu Run's spiritual power immediately floated in.
Inside the hall, a woman in her thirties dressed in palace attire was seen comforting the boy.
The boy curled up in the woman's arms in pain, crying out, "Mother, I'm in so much pain."
Consort Rou looked at him with reluctance, "Lin'er, hang in there a little longer, your elder sister will be here soon."
"Mother, I don't want to cultivate anymore. I don't want to be an immortal."
"If you don't cultivate, you'll only die!" Pingyang's beautiful eyes seemed to hold frost as she approached them step by step.
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