The warm-colored palace lanterns cast their light on his body, masking the domineering aura emanating from his apricot-yellow robe and making him look even more elegant and noble. With his own strength, he created a colorful painting on his own.
At a glance, Murong Xiao's lips curled up slightly. Compared to when he saw him five days ago, he looked much more energetic, his eyes no longer bloodshot, and even his cheeks, which had looked a little sunken a few days ago, had regained their fullness.
Although he still looked distressingly thin, she felt relieved and happy knowing that he had been eating and sleeping well these days.
Now, her hope for him is that he will eat well, sleep well, and that after she marries him, all his sufferings will be over.
Feeling the gaze from Murong Qingyun that almost wanted to burn her, Murong Xiao turned her head away and ignored him, not even bothering to look at him.
Now she was leaning comfortably on the back of the chair, with her body slightly leaning back, making it convenient for her Mingna to look at her without any concealment.
She didn't want to look at the eyes opposite her. Anyway, the current situation was that she didn't want to attend the palace banquet, but was forced to show up. She was angry with him, so it was normal not to look at him.
The key point is that she didn't want to make Qian Yeming unhappy in the slightest just to cater to Murong Qingyun's mood.
"Please, Queen, ascend the prayer platform and pray for the people of Nanyue!"
After the Murong family members were seated, a high-pitched, sharp voice was heard. The emperor and empress exchanged a glance, then stood up with respectful smiles.
Qian Yeying held Xia Muwan's hand with his left hand. The two bright yellow figures raised their chins high and slowly walked down the steps and walked towards the prayer platform under the attention of everyone.
All the guests stood up at the same time as the Emperor and the Empress stood up, following them in strict accordance with their status.
Today's Queen Xia Muwan is wearing a Ming Dynasty golden silk Daxiufeng robe, a double-ear concentric white jade lotus pendant around her waist, a pearl-inlaid gold phoenix and kingfisher feather hairpin on her head, and a row of light pink tassel headband hanging from her forehead.
Unlike several other concubines who were eager to wear all their expensive things in visible places, Xia Muwan's refreshing dress was indeed better than all the noble ladies, and she looked more beautiful, graceful, noble and generous.
One cannot help but admire: although this beautiful woman is nearly 40 years old, she is well maintained and looks no more than in her early 20s. She is like a top-quality jade, sparkling with a soft and full glow.
As the emperor and the empress walked down and got closer and closer to her, Murong Xiao's eyes drooped slightly, and her long and thick eyelashes perfectly concealed the disgust and hatred in her eyes.
She would never forget what the woman whom Ming called mother said when Ming lost the throne, was trampled to the ground by Murong Qingyun, was covered with wounds, and was dying.
Although the people he called father and mother never gave him true love, Ming always longed for it in his heart.
That day, he knew that he would not live long, and he kept comforting her, wanting her not to be afraid, but his eyes kept glancing in the direction of the Cining Palace.
She knew he wanted to see his mother one last time before he died. Or perhaps he hoped his mother would stand up and hold the child in her belly.
Although the woman had always been ruthless to him, he could not be ruthless at all. Even until the last moment of his life, he still retained a trace of basic blood relationship for her.
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