Meng Yun watched helplessly as Mu Ange was humiliated in this way, and the anger in his heart was beyond words.
"Your Highness, it's best not to push things too far." The voice was gentle, but every word was firm and resolute.
The Crown Prince scoffed, "Even Mu Ange has no right to point fingers at me, so what right do you, a lowly commoner, have to lecture me?"
"Crown Prince!" the emperor suddenly shouted.
Everyone was stunned. Consort Zhang was even more surprised that the emperor would protect this woman so much. What was her background?
"Your Majesty, there are too many people and too much chatter in the palace. It is probably not a suitable place to reminisce about old times."
Her soft question only accentuated the delicate, graceful figure of Sister Yun.
Mu Ange's eyes immediately reddened, and she stood up without regard for etiquette: "Auntie!"
Meng Yun turned to look at him: "Get out."
In all the time Anning had spent with her, she had never seen Sister Yun say anything harsh to Mu Ange, but those two words alone made Mu Ange tremble and her eyes well up with tears.
A smug glint flashed in the emperor's eyes as he ordered, "All of you, get out."
"yes."
One by one, everyone walked out, but Mu Ange seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move an inch, and a heavy, unyielding sorrow emanated from her.
When Anning walked to Sister Yun's side, she suddenly grabbed Anning's hand, tilted her head and gave a sweet smile: "Little Ningzi, here, take it."
Anning looked down and saw that it was the osmanthus cake she had been longing for.
"Help me take Ange out of here." Sister Yun said earnestly, tightening her grip on Anning's hand.
“Okay.” An Ning nodded solemnly and accepted the bribe of a piece of osmanthus cake.
Turning around, An Ning grabbed Mu Ange's sleeve and dragged him out of Yangju Palace. At this moment, Mu Ange was like a walking corpse, his eyes fixed on Meng Yun, unwilling to look away even for a moment.
The palace doors were closed heavily.
At the doorway, Mu Ange knelt down with a thud, her hands hanging limply at her sides, instantly clenching into fists, the veins on the back of her hands bulging.
An Ning could only hear Mu Ange calling out "Auntie" in her heart again and again, like a puppy abandoned by its owner letting out a desperate wail.
An Ning had never seen Mu Ange like this before. He had dropped all his pretenses and knelt on the ground in despair and helplessness, but he had no right to say a word.
With a click, the palace doors opened, and Eunuch Wu looked at Mu Ange with a smile and said "Congratulations".
"The second young lady of the Meng family is graceful and elegant, with both beauty and wisdom. She is specially granted the title of Zhaoyi and is to enter the Zhuyun Palace."
A decree struck Mu Ange and A Ning like a bolt from the blue.
"No, no, Your Majesty... I am willing to accept the punishment. This matter has nothing to do with my aunt."
Mu Ange knelt down and walked to the palace gate, roaring like a madman. Tears unexpectedly streamed down her face as she kowtowed frantically until her body was covered in blood and tears.
The crown prince watched all this with cold indifference, muttering under his breath, "Serves him right."
An Ning forcefully wiped away her tears, ran over in three steps, and knelt down with Mu Ange.
"An Ge, Xiao Ningzi, get up."
The palace doors opened, and Meng Yun walked out, still carrying the faint fragrance she had when they first met.
“Ange, you can’t treat yourself like this. This is the path your aunt chose to walk, and you have your own path to walk too, remember?” Meng Yun took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the wound on Mu Ange’s forehead, her eyes full of heartache.
An Ning reached out and grabbed Yun's sleeve, her voice hoarse as she sobbed uncontrollably, "Yun, waaaah, I don't want you... waaaah, I don't want you to go to the palace, waaaah, no."
She couldn't allow her pure and innocent sister Yun to become that dog emperor's favorite concubine. She couldn't accept it. The thought of the dog emperor sharing a bed with her sister Yun at night made her heart ache.
Meng Yun reached out and wiped away An Ning's tears that kept rolling down her face, and patiently comforted her: "Little Ning, don't cry. When your sister Yun goes to the palace, she will be able to make you osmanthus cakes often. You should be happy. My nephew An Ge is a little slow-witted. Please take good care of him in the future, okay? I'm begging you."
An Ning shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, waaaaah. I don't want to take care of him. Waaaaah. Sister Yun, you take care of him yourself, I hate him." At this moment, An Ning forgot her pretense and shamelessly said that she hated Mu Ange.
Meng Yun reached out and ruffled An Ning's hair, still smiling, "Alright, let's go back. If we stay any longer, the Emperor will get angry."
An Ning couldn't quite remember how they parted ways. She only remembered that she had forcefully pulled half of Yun's sleeve down, and Mu Ange seemed to have lost his life in an instant, his eyes were dull and empty. An Ning had to drag him onto the carriage back to the Prince's Mansion.
Because his aunt sacrificed herself to enter the palace as a concubine, Mu Ange's status as a prince was preserved, and he was only confined to his home for three months.
On the way, An Ning looked at Mu Ange's lifeless appearance and felt a little sorry for her.
"Mu Ange, Sister Yun is trapped in the palace because of you. We have to find a way to save her!" She had already made up her mind. No matter what method she used, she would save Sister Yun. Even if it meant avoiding being served in bed tonight, it would be good.
Upon hearing this, Mu Ange's muddled eyes gradually cleared. Yes, his aunt had sacrificed herself for him, how could he have the face to wallow in depravity now?
"Save her, yes, I must save my aunt." Mu Ange's determined gaze was fixed ahead, but An Ning whispered a reminder, "You've lost too much blood."
Looking at his disfigured face, Anning couldn't help but take out her small silk handkerchief and wipe his face.
When the cool fingertips touched Mu Ange's forehead, both of them were startled.
"What is he doing?" Mu Ange stared at her, her expression changing slightly.
An Ning swiftly pulled her hand back: "I saw you were bleeding too much and I was afraid you would die. Sister Yun said she would let me take care of you."
After saying that, she threw her silk handkerchief into the singer Mu'an's room.
'He's already used it, so the handkerchief isn't clean anymore. Just throw it back at him.'
Mu Ange's pain only returned little by little at this moment. He looked at the silk handkerchief in his hand and surprisingly did not feel nauseous. You know, every time he went out to "seek pleasure" and came back, he would burn his clothes directly.
Mu Ange wiped her face with a silk handkerchief while scrutinizing An Ning.
'Why was that eunuch crying so bitterly just now? Could it be that he really has feelings for my aunt?'
An Ning rolled her eyes as she listened to his inner thoughts: Nonsense? If I don't have feelings for Sister Yun, do you think I have feelings for you? What a joke.
'Then I must have wronged him before?'
Anning crossed her arms: Fool, you only realize this now?
'Never mind him, rescuing my aunt is the most important thing right now.'
Upon hearing this, Anning hurriedly asked, "Your Highness, how do you plan to save Sister Yun? I am willing to do anything for you."
Mu Ange lifted the carriage curtain, threw the blood-stained handkerchief out, and then said coldly, "Rebellion!"
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