After Wang Yanzhou left, Lin Zirong felt increasingly distressed. She had done so much for him, so why had he left so decisively? Her sorrow, along with the broken pieces of tables, chairs, and cups she had smashed in the hall, carved into her flesh, one cut at a time.
When the maidservant serving outside the hall heard the unusual noise that had lasted for a long time, she pushed open the door and rushed in without caring whether Lin Zirong would blame her or not.
When the maid saw the wounds on Lin Zirong's fingers and legs caused by the broken porcelain pieces, she rushed forward and snatched the jade hairpin from her hand: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Zirong kicked her hard and yelled, "Who let you in? Get out!"
The maid had no idea what was wrong with her, and she didn't dare let anyone else know. She could only hug Lin Zirong to prevent her from hurting herself again: "Miss!"
Lin Zirong bit her lips tightly until her mouth was filled with a sweet taste. Only then did tears finally flow out with a feeling of deep thought: "Why, why did he do this to me? Haven't I done enough for him?"
The maid hugged her and advised with red eyes: "Miss, you are a dignified Zhaoyi. There is no possibility for you and him. You should also consider yourself and the entire Duke's Mansion!"
"But I, I won't accept it, I won't accept it!"
...Emperor Gan Zhao, who was reviewing memorials in the imperial study, had no idea who Lin Zirong met or what happened in his bedroom. He didn't know now and he wouldn't know in the future.
The eunuchs carefully flicked the candles and then stood quietly in the hall, not daring to make a sound as they served. Emperor Gan Zhao felt thirsty and casually picked up the teacup on the table, only to find it had gone cold. As he was reading a memorial and preparing to have tea served, someone brought him a cup of hot tea to replace the cold one.
After drinking a sip of tea, Emperor Gan Zhao signaled the man to leave and not block his light. It was unclear whether this eunuch was new or just wanted to die. Emperor Gan Zhao had already spoken impatiently, but he just stood there as if he hadn't heard.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to get off."
Emperor Gan Zhao glanced to the side and saw that the person standing next to him was wearing ordinary clothes and was not a eunuch at all: "Who are you?"
Mo Yu saw that this person had finally noticed his presence, chuckled, and said, "Haha, don't panic, I'm just passing by and dropped in for a stroll, you guys can go down."
After saying this, the eunuch in the hall seemed to be bewitched. His eyes were dull and he slowly retreated outside the hall like a heartless puppet.
Emperor Gan Zhao glanced aside and suddenly stood up: "This is, ghost magic, who are you..."
Seeing that he had taken the initiative to stand up and let him pass, Mo Yu sat down on the dragon throne without any hesitation and explained, "My master told me before she died that I must never set foot in Liang State. I'm very curious about what kind of person could make her say such words to me."
From the moment he saw the people in the palace being controlled by the ghost magic, some long-forgotten past events came back like a tsunami of sandstorms. Under the candlelight, the young man who suddenly broke into the palace looked like an old friend: "Could your master be?"
Before Emperor Gan Zhao could reveal his guess about who it was, Mo Yu stepped down from the dragon throne. "What do you mean by 'hardly'? This place is just as boring as Master said. This dragon throne everyone's fighting for is just so-so. It's not even as comfortable as the rattan chair made by my junior brother."
After that, Mo Yu was too lazy to say anything more to this stranger. He patted his butt and prepared to leave: "Okay, I don't have anything else to do. I'll give this back to you. Goodbye."
Emperor Gan Zhao picked up the Panlong jade pendant he had placed on the table. His eyes, which had been increasingly cloudy, suddenly lit up with a strange brilliance: "Could it be that you are, Yu'er!"
Mo Yu stood at the door of the palace, looked back at him, and said coldly: "Sorry, no."
The moment Mo Yu disappeared, a crisp bell rang, and the eunuchs who had been controlled by the spell came to their senses one after another, but they had no memory of what had just happened.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
Emperor Gan Zhao looked down at the jade pendant in his hand and waved his hand: "I am tired, you all can go down."
In terms of merits and demerits in his life, even he himself wasn't sure how to categorize them. But when it came to matters of the heart, he was quite self-aware. He had many women, but only one had ever truly loved him. Ultimately, between power and beauty, he chose the former.
He still remembered that when he welcomed his first concubine into the palace, she was already pregnant. All the beautiful plans they had made together were ruined by him, a man who broke his promise. She left in anger, taking only the Panlong jade pendant he had given her on their "wedding" night...
That night, Emperor Gan Zhao had a dream. In it, a woman in purple danced with a sword in front of a thatched cottage covered in peach blossoms. Beside her was a small boy, clumsily imitating her every move. Everything was peaceful and beautiful, except for him...
When Mo Yu returned leisurely on the green tiles, Hei Ya was sitting on the roof, two jars of wine beside him. It was unclear whether he was waiting for someone or drinking alone under the moon.
Mo Yu picked up a pot of wine and sat down next to Hei Ya: "Why, are you waiting for me?"
Black Crow rolled his eyes at him and said disdainfully, "I'm just worried you'll get into trouble again."
Mo Yu raised his head and drank the wine in the wine pot in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and said, "I will go back tomorrow. Remember to come back early after you finish your work. I feel very miserable guarding a grave by myself."
Black Crow didn't promise him anything, but just smiled and said, "By the way, please help me take Uncle Li back with me; he's old and needs someone to take care of him."
Mo Yu leaned against him, looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said, "I also need someone to take care of me, why don't you think about me?"
"I'll bring you a small gift next time I go back," Hei Ya said as he casually took out a little clay buffalo from his arms and threw it into the sky.
After Mo Yu reached out and caught the clay cow, he said with satisfaction: "This is pretty good."
After the two of them sat on the rooftop and chatted for a while, Wang Yanzhou still hadn't returned. Mo Yu looked at Hei Ya, then at Tang Chen's candlelit room, and suddenly had a bold idea: "How about taking her away too?"
How could he not know Hei Ya's little thoughts, even if others could not see them? But even if Hei Ya wanted to, given his personality, he would definitely not agree: "Aren't you afraid that Wang Yanzhou will fight you to the death?"
Mo Yu said confidently: "That requires catching up with me. Alas, you really are not waiting for me. You can't keep a big man."
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