"You pretended not to let anyone hurt her, but it was you who pushed her to her doom!"
——Yu Qinglan
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After returning to the Imperial Hospital, Mo Ninghai threw the small green bottle directly into the burning stove. Now this medicine must not be used on Helan Ruizhe.
His mission was only to assist, not to kill Helan Ruizhe.
The night before the coronation ceremony, Helan Ruizhe came to Fengluan Palace to find Jin Suting.
Helan Ruizhe walked in quietly. The young eunuch Lincai who was guarding the door was about to salute him. He even said the word "Your Majesty" but was stopped and swallowed it back.
Jin Suting stood by the window looking at the moon. The Ghost Festival was coming soon, and she hadn't celebrated it for three years.
Helan Ruizhe circled her from behind and whispered softly in her ear: "What are you thinking about?"
Jin Suting was startled and turned around to get close to his nose. "Your Majesty, when did you come here?"
"Just now," Helan Ruizhe replied, looking at the candlelight moving in the distance. He asked, "Are you nervous about the Queen's coronation ceremony tomorrow?"
Jin Suting stayed in his arms, shaking her head gently and saying those sweet words that even she herself felt could give her goosebumps. "With Your Majesty by my side, I don't feel nervous."
The corners of Helan Ruizhe's mouth curled up noticeably. He let go of Jin Suting, turned her around and led her in front of him. "Just call me the same as before. There's no need to call me Your Majesty in such a strange way and call yourself 'concubine'. You don't have to be like them."
"Then what should I call Your Majesty?" Jin Suting had indeed forgotten how she used to call Helan Ruizhe. It seemed that she had very few memories about Helan Ruizhe.
Helan Ruizhe thought for a while, then said, "Just call me Alan."
In the past, Jin Suting liked to call Helan Ruizhe by his full name, but now it seems that calling him by his full name is not a good idea, for fear that someone with ulterior motives might make trouble for him.
"Ah...Alan?" Jin Suting kept repeating these two words. She always felt familiar with them, but she couldn't tell where they were familiar.
"Well. Susu, after tomorrow you will be my little queen." Helan Ruizhe couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he thought of this.
Jin Suting was also looking forward to it. With the identity of queen, she would be able to move around the palace more freely and would be able to complete her plans faster.
But there will definitely be a tough battle to fight tomorrow. Jin Suting felt a headache just thinking about it. Helan Ruizhe had no intention of doing anything to her in the past few days since she came back. Maybe he just wanted to leave it until tomorrow.
But revenge always comes at a price.
That night, Helan Ruizhe stayed in Fengluan Palace. Jin Suting thought he was going to exercise his rights in advance, but he did nothing. He just hugged Jin Suting and slept obediently.
It made her think that Helan Ruizhe was not capable...
Jin Suting didn’t know whether he could do it or not, but she was almost at her limit.
I was woken up and made up before daybreak, the same procedure as my last wedding. Last night, I didn't feel free or at ease sleeping in Helan Ruizhe's arms, and now I'm extremely sleepy.
However, after learning martial arts, three years later, Jin Suting is no longer afraid of the 528 steps.
Her thoughts now are the same as they were back then. She really doesn't know what the people who built this palace were thinking. More than 500 steps, are they going to be tiring to death?
Helan Ruizhe had ordered the wedding gown to be made three years ago. He had always been looking forward to the day when Jin Suting would come back, wear this wedding gown, and become his queen.
Yueji and Furong changed her clothes. They were wearing a phoenix wedding gown that was a mixture of green and red. The phoenix was represented by golden silk threads on the skirt that was nearly one meter long. It wrapped her completely with three layers inside and three layers outside.
But fortunately it is late autumn now, so it won’t feel stuffy even if you wear this.
Qin'er helped her with her makeup. Her hair was very long, almost reaching her waist, and it was dark black. One could tell that all the nutrients had been absorbed by her hair.
Tan Er used a peach wood comb to comb her hair all the way down, muttering to herself, "Comb it all the way to the end, and you'll be rich and prosperous."
Jin Suting looked at Tan'er's happy face reflected in the bronze mirror and said, "Comb your hair twice to make it free from disease and worry."
Then comb your hair from the top to the end. "Comb your hair three times to the end, and you will have many children and a long life."
Jin Suting's nose felt sore. "Qin'er, where did you learn these auspicious words? I've never heard of them before."
"Comb your hair once more, and they'll be even again; comb your hair twice, and they'll fly together; comb your hair a third time, and they'll be forever united in love!" Tan'er's smile was tinged with sadness. "Miss, this time you're truly married."
She took the phoenix coronet from Furong. It was even bigger and more gorgeous than the last one, with red and green gems on a pure gold base. It was so heavy that it made her scalp hurt.
"Miss," Tan Er only called her that when no one was around, "You look so beautiful today."
She looked at Jin Suting's delicate face in the yellowed bronze mirror and felt sincerely happy for her.
The lady has suffered too much, and today she can finally stand at the top, holding the hand of her ideal husband, and walk towards a beautiful and bright future.
The ceremony of enthroning the queen was very grand, after all, the Kingdom of Fuding had not had a queen for more than 30 years.
This was the third year since the empress ended her reign and the emperor ascended the throne again. On the fifth day of September in the third year of Mingzhe, the Fuding Kingdom finally had a new empress.
Jin Suting held a round fan inlaid with green jade and silk, which neatly covered her beautiful face, and walked up the stairs steadily.
The man standing at the highest point was her husband and also her enemy.
Finally reaching the highest point, Helan Ruizhe supported her and faced the people kneeling below.
All the officials paid homage, "Long live His Majesty, long live His Majesty, and a thousand years of live the Empress!"
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