Several large trunks arrived in a horse-drawn carriage and stopped at the foot of Lanjiabao Mountain.
Before long, he was carried to Murong Yue.
Murong Yue didn't bother to unpack the box.
Its pouting lips are so cute.
"Are they all for me?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, this box was a gift from the Imperial Preceptor, the Minister, and the Prime Minister of the capital."
"These two boxes were a gift from General Yan Qinghe."
Upon hearing the name Yan Qinghe.
Murong Yue blinked and continued eating with her head down.
In truth, she didn't know why she was pretending.
Pretend not to see Yan Qinghe's gift.
Mei Wuxiang, who was sitting next to her, picked up a piece of fish-flavored black-boned chicken for her.
"Qinghe sent you a gift again?"
"He insisted."
"When you two had a fight five years ago, I thought you were ignoring him."
Did you have an argument five years ago?
Murong Yue's eyes darted around.
They started enjoying their own gossip.
"Why are you arguing, Grandma?"
Mei Wuxiang's heart melted at the way she called her.
Five years ago.
"Before your father passed the throne to you."
"You and Yan Qinghe haven't been to Lanjiabao for a long time, so you arranged to meet Yan Qinghe here."
"But you didn't come."
"Yan Qinghe sat there and waited for three days and three nights."
Lan Yun pointed to the pavilion in the distance.
"Then why didn't I come?"
Murong Yue listened as if she were talking about someone else's business, without any emotional reaction.
It was just pure curiosity.
I also took another bite of the crispy golden pork chop.
Lan Yun said with a smile, "They really are mother and daughter, they have the same tastes."
"This golden pork chop was specially made by your father for your mother."
"Yes, thank you, Grandma."
Lan Anting clicked his tongue a few times.
“Your grandparents may not know, but I know why you didn’t come that day.”
"Uncle, do you know?"
“Yes,” Lan Anting nodded vigorously.
He sat there for three days and three nights.
On the fourth day, I went to ask him, "Why didn't you come?"
He said, "You were right not to come."
"You shouldn't have come in the first place."
“You are the emperor of the world, the empress of Qing Kingdom, you should not be here.”
"The Kingdom of Qing needs you, and the people of the world need you."
"And then?" Murong Yue asked, even more curious.
It turns out that at that time, Yan Qinghe was wondering why he hadn't come.
That may not be the real reason.
Murong Yue didn't think so.
Murong Yue continued scratching her head.
Once upon a time, she was someone whose past didn't matter.
What is love?
Nothing is alive. Oh, no, she's a zombie, so I shouldn't use the word 'alive'.
Nothing is more important than freedom.
Later I found out I had a mother and a stepfather.
Now we also have maternal grandparents and uncles.
And I also have a good friend, Ah Hao.
She was afraid of the emotional entanglements she had once been involved in.
Now, the truth of the past is what she longs for.
She should become a human being who knows the truth.
So, she turned to look at Ah Hao.
Why didn't I come then?
Ah Hao looked helpless.
"Your Majesty, five years ago was your birthday. At that time, the Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager had already left the capital, and you were about to ascend the throne."
"You and General Yan have made an appointment, and your luggage is all packed."
"He changed his mind before setting off."
He locked himself in the Hall of Supreme Harmony and copied "On Emperors" for three days and three nights.
"You even shed tears at the time."
“Tell the servant that you were tired from copying books.”
Everyone: ...
Murong Yue continued scratching her scalp.
"Ah, I...I...I really am that good at plagiarism?"
Everyone: ...
never mind.
The child was once enlightened.
Now he's not getting it again.
Murong Yue pressed on, "Wait, what do you mean I've packed all my luggage?"
Murong Yue was shocked.
Could I have really been planning to leave the capital back then...?
That concludes the discussion.
The group pieced together the truth from five years ago.
Murong Gan and Lan Yun, when their daughter turned eighteen.
He proclaimed to the world that he would pass the throne to Murong Yue.
At that time, Murong Yue and Yan Qinghe should have had some feelings for each other.
She packed her bags, preparing to elope with Yan Qinghe.
But just before they were about to depart, the Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager left.
They're gone!!!
He left the vast Qing Kingdom to the eighteen-year-old Murong Yue.
At that time, faced with the choice between the fate of the nation and personal feelings, Murong Yue chose to bury herself.
Yan Qinghe waited in vain.
That's when I found out her choice.
As adults, many things don't need to be explained so clearly.
So he went to the border.
He planned to guard the Qing Kingdom for her for the rest of his life.
In the following years, Yan Qinghe lived a quiet and obedient life as a general guarding the border.
Greetings, New Year's gifts, birthday gifts.
Not crossing the line in the slightest.
Murong Yue was also a qualified female emperor.
They paid him absolutely no extra attention.
But after Little Corpse arrived.
Everything changed...
Everyone stared at Murong Yue, who was slurping her rice, and remained silent for a moment.
Murong Yue washed her hands thoroughly after dinner.
Start unwrapping your own gifts.
First, there were those from the capital.
Actually, she really wanted to see what Yan Qinghe would give her.
But inexplicably, I wanted to wait and watch it later.
This feeling is so novel.
The Minister of Works presented a small dagger as a gift.
A flash of cold light cut through the hair.
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