As soon as Mu Chenshuang finished speaking, Linglong, who had already read Qi Ye's letter, quickly put it away.
After handing over the red flower, she quickly walked up to Mu Chenshuang.
The elegant handwriting flowed smoothly onto the paper, and Linglong, who was grinding ink nearby, glanced at it casually.
That one glance made her eyes widen instantly, filled with surprise and disbelief.
"Miss, do you really want him back?" Linglong's voice trembled slightly with joy.
Ever since Qi Ye left, she felt depressed and sad whenever she thought of him. She didn't know when she would see him again. But now her young mistress had sent another letter to summon him back.
Mu Chenshuang's pen strokes were steady, and there were no mistakes in her handwriting despite answering Linglong's question.
"Okay." Mu Chenshuang replied, while secretly thinking that rather than letting Qi Ye face the fear and danger of regaining his memories alone, it would be better to call him back and keep him by her side.
In this way, if any situation does arise, she can immediately detect and resolve it.
"That's great," Linglong whispered, her joy evident.
Soon, Mu Chenshuang finished writing the letter and handed it to Linglong, instructing her, "It's getting late today, send it out first thing tomorrow morning."
"Yes." Linglong held the letter in her hand with great care, her eyes shining brightly, as if she were holding some kind of treasure.
Night falls.
The Jingbian Marquis's residence was quiet when suddenly a dark figure flashed across the rooftop.
In the inner palace, the Empress's bedroom was brightly lit.
The Empress, who was wide awake, was diligently embroidering something on her clothes. The quietness of the bedchamber was almost oppressive, but Empress Shen Biyun paid no attention to it and focused on completing her task.
While the Empress Dowager was still in power, Shen Biyun was not Feng Guche's most favored woman, but they still shared some affection as husband and wife.
Shen Biyun could even say without any modesty that she felt indebted to Feng Guche for sharing joys and sorrows and supporting him through thick and thin.
If it weren't for the power behind the Shen family, and her loyalty and love for Feng Guche, perhaps Feng Guche wouldn't have been able to wrest back the highest power from the Empress Dowager so quickly.
Unfortunately, the emperor was heartless. Even if she had truly shown indelible kindness and helped Feng Guche, she could not speak of it now, as if it had become a taboo.
All of that aside, what chilled Shen Biyun the most was Feng Guche's favoritism towards other women and his indifference towards her.
Now that Shen Biyun has seen through all of this, she only hopes that this dress embroidered with a hundred blessings can remind Feng Guche of the days she spent with him and the sacrifices she made, and that he can lift her confinement as soon as possible.
That night, as expected, Feng Guche slept in the palace of Imperial Noble Consort Cang Xixue.
However, after Feng Guche fell asleep, he did not see the disgust and contempt in Cang Xixue's eyes. She got up with an icy gaze, put on her clothes, and slowly walked to the window next to her, looking up at the pure white moonlight outside.
In a few days, preparations will begin for the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet.
Upon hearing that the Empress Dowager's health had improved considerably, Feng Guche immediately gave the order to begin preparations.
If Cang Xixue hadn't still harbored resentment and hadn't cleared all obstacles for her son to secure his throne, she would have long since grown weary of her current life of feigning compliance with Feng Guche.
Today, seeing Feng Guche's inner turmoil and disgust, I even increased the dosage of the medicine.
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