Amidst the shocked gazes of the palace guards, He Yunxiao and Li Jin each carried a large bag and walked into the palace.
Normally, large quantities of goods entering and leaving the palace would be subject to inspection, but He Yunxiao had a Golden Feather Token given to him by his mother-in-law, which was of such a high level that he was exempt from inspection.
As He Yunxiao approached Linxuan Palace, he clearly noticed that there were several hidden spies and guards around the palace, keeping a close eye on him.
These guards were the ones he had unexpectedly discovered last night when he sneaked into Linxuan Palace.
However, these guards seemed to exist as if they didn't exist. Even as he and Li Jin walked all the way and finally stood at the entrance of Linxuan Palace, they didn't make a sound.
He Yunxiao came here this time with honor and dignity.
He stood at the foot of the steps of Linxuan Palace and proclaimed loudly, "Your subject He Yunxiao!"
After saying that, he nudged Li Jin with his elbow.
Li Jin thought to himself: Is it really necessary?
However, intimidated by He Yunxiao's piercing gaze, he still said, "Your subject, Li Jin!"
He Yunxiao then said, "I request an audience with Her Highness Princess Nanzhu!"
The cool night breeze stirred the overgrown weeds outside Linxuan Palace.
The cool moonlight shone on the two people in the open space.
In contrast to He Yunxiao's powerful voice, Linxuan Palace was completely silent in the night.
He Yunxiao understood that even if he skipped the formalities and went straight to the palace with Li, Nanzhu's wife wouldn't say anything.
But he knew he couldn't.
This time we came with honor and dignity, so of course we should enter Linxuan Palace with honor and dignity.
She acted like a princess, making sure everyone knew that the Qi Kingdom had a princess who was more precious and dazzling than the Pearl of the South China Sea, leaving no room for criticism.
Supported by her daughter Xing'er, Meng Qingrou hurriedly ran out of the palace.
Upon seeing He Yunxiao, she exclaimed with delight, "Young Master Xiao!"
He Yunxiao cupped his hands and smiled, "Greetings, Your Highness. Your Highness, I have something to tell you."
"you say."
He Yunxiao said, "Your Highness, I am not Xiao Yun, but He Yunxiao. I am the genuine son of Marquis Wuqing, He Yuanhao."
Meng Qingrou's smile froze on her face. She looked at He Yunxiao, who was looking very serious, and couldn't quite accept it.
"Are you He Yunxiao?"
"yes."
"What about him?"
He Yunxiao quickly nudged Li Jin.
Li Jin realized what was happening and said, "My name is Li Jin, and I am actually my aunt's cousin."
He Yunxiao poked Li Jin again forcefully. He whispered a reminder: "Who is your cousin?"
“Oh. My cousin is Meng Qingqian. So, Your Highness could be considered my little cousin as well.”
He Yunxiao cupped his hands and said loudly again, "Your Highness, please stop thinking about it. I really am He Yunxiao."
Upon hearing He Yunxiao's words, Meng Qingrou's smile, which had been frozen on her face, vanished completely, filling the cold night breeze.
She suddenly felt very cold and her whole body was trembling.
Even my heart started to ache.
That night, the blood that flowed into her body, representing warmth and healing, now flowed like shaved ice through her veins. Each time it passed through her brain, it brought back memories of that night, causing dizziness and headaches; each time it flowed through her heart, awakening the warmth from that night, it carved unhealable wounds into her strongest and most vulnerable heart.
"He Yunxiao, come with me."
She spoke these words with surprising calmness. Yet her tone was as cold as the night wind that chills the homeless.
He Yunxiao heard his wife, Nanzhu, calling him and happily ran up the layers of stone steps of Linxuan Palace.
Meng Qingrou remained expressionless, turned around, and walked into the palace.
"Xing'er, don't let anyone in."
The last time Xing'er heard Meng Qingrou speak like that was on the day her mother passed away.
He Yunxiao followed Meng Qingrou into the palace. When he figured no one could see him, he took the initiative to hold Nanzhu's wife's hand.
It's so cool.
"Nan Zhu, it's November already, aren't you going to wear more clothes?"
He Yunxiao held Meng Qingrou's cold little hand in his palm and secretly used his internal energy to warm it.
Meng Qingrou didn't speak, didn't show any expression, and didn't refuse.
At this moment, she is like a dam that could burst at any moment. You don't know how long she can hold on. Maybe for a long time, or maybe she will collapse at the slightest disturbance and cause a complete disaster.
At least outwardly, she appeared to be emotionally stable, without even a hint of wanting to cry.
She led He Yunxiao to her room.
There were still the rouge he had given me yesterday, and the pastries I hadn't been able to finish right away.
Having reached this point, we finally stopped walking.
Meng Qingrou turned around, trying to pull her left hand out of He Yunxiao's grasp.
But He Yunxiao showed no intention of letting go.
"let go."
"Nam-joo, we're here to heal."
"let go."
She repeated it again in a calm tone.
He Yunxiao had intended to act shamelessly, forcefully grasping Nanzhu's hand. But Meng Qingrou's gaze, looking up at him, instantly extinguished all his mischievous thoughts.
"Namjoo, what's wrong?"
This time, Meng Qingrou easily withdrew her left hand, without encountering any further obstruction from He Yunxiao.
“Xiao Yun…”
Seeing that Meng Qingrou was acting strangely, He Yunxiao forced a smile and said, "Nanzhu, I am actually He Yunxiao. The identity of Xiao Yun is fake; I lied to you."
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