Murong Yue, holding the little rabbit in one arm and the iron box in the other, jumped down from the beam.
She didn't care what Ah Hao said and opened the box directly.
In an instant, a soft white light flashed through the hall.
The first thing that caught the eye in the box was also a large pearl, the same size as the pearl that Murong Yue had obtained from Xiao Yuanshuang.
Could this also be my mother's?
Then there was a scroll and a letter.
Originally, when she saw something she couldn't understand, her first thought was to ask Ah Hao for help.
But then she remembered that these were her mother's things, and she became unwilling.
He stuffed the rabbit into Ahao's arms, then carried the portrait and letter back to the main hall, crawled onto the dragon bed, and pulled up the bed curtains to block the palace servants' view.
"You don't need to."
"All of you, get out."
With a single command, the palace servants who were about to arrive, along with Ah Hao, were stopped outside.
She wanted to have all of her mother's things to herself.
"yes."
The hall returned to silence.
Murong Yue peeked out from behind the curtain. There was no one in the hall. She could only see Ahao's figure at the connecting door between the main hall and the side hall.
Ah Hao's position allows him to hear His Majesty's orders without getting too close.
Moreover, two more candles were added to either side of the dragon bed.
It must have been Ah Hao who ordered it to be placed there, so that Murong Yue could easily check the items.
The candlelight warmed the little corpse's heart.
Murong Yue couldn't wait to open the scroll. On the soft silk, there were three figures: two adults and a child.
The three were dressed in simple, elegant clothes. Behind them was what appeared to be a palace, and unknown flowers were blooming nearby.
The man held the woman's hand tightly, and the child, held in the woman's arms, was laughing heartily.
Just by looking at the paper, Murong Yue could feel the child's joy.
She placed her finger very carefully on the woman's portrait.
The woman in the painting is gentle, radiant, and full of vitality.
"My mother is so beautiful."
The finger moved to the woman's neck, and in the picture, there was a white mass.
What's this?
She stared intently at the white mass for a long time, her head starting to feel hot, before suddenly slapping her forehead.
I climbed into bed and pulled the big pearl out from under the covers.
Place the pearl on the portrait and compare them. They are both round and white, except that the one in your hand is larger.
However, the people in the painting are also quite small.
After comparing the two, she came to a conclusion.
The person in the painting is my mother.
His own mother was the person in the painting.
This was also the first time she had ever looked at the man next to her.
This must be the retired emperor.
She's... alright looking.
Finally, the gaze falls on the child in the painting.
Who is this stupid kid?
Besides herself...did the mother have other children?
Murong Yue fell into deep doubt, questioning the meaning of life...
Normally, I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the bed, but now I'm staring wide-eyed at the intricately patterned curtains until dawn.
I was half asleep and half awake.
When she woke up naturally, she noticed dark circles under her eyes. Ah Hao was startled. "Your Majesty, it's all my fault for not watching the rabbits properly yesterday..."
Murong Yue waved her hand, "Eat."
Yes, it's okay to be unhappy.
Why not just eat it?
If something can't be solved with one meal, just eat two.
If all else fails... I'll just eat brains.
She glanced at the palace servants in the hall, and they felt a chill run down their spines.
Ah Hao also noticed that His Majesty was unhappy today.
When Li Xuanji came to teach her calligraphy as promised, Murong Yue spoke very little, but she studied each stroke very carefully.
As Murong Yue gradually came to understand, the number of characters she could write also increased.
He wrote for two hours straight.
As usual, the master and apprentice had lunch together.
Murong Yue rested her chin on her hand, poking around with her chopsticks on a piece of steamed pork.
Li Xuanji put down his chopsticks and spoke gently, "Your Majesty, is something on your mind?"
Murong Yue shook her head.
How could a zombie have worries!
Li Xuanji then changed his question, "Is Your Majesty unhappy about something?"
Murong Yue nodded.
“Your Majesty can tell me, and I will help you resolve this,” Li Xuanji said, noticing for the first time recently that Murong Yue was unhappy.
He felt that His Majesty's condition had improved.
After all, before... all I knew was to laugh foolishly.
Now I even know how to feel sad.
Murong Yue continued to shake her head, "You can't solve this."
His mind wasn't on this; he was even talking incoherently.
"Then Your Majesty may need me whenever you wish."
There was a lot of food left over from lunch today, and Murong Yue, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, decided to save it for dinner.
How could the imperial kitchen really dare to let His Majesty eat leftovers at night?
Chief Steward Zhu trembled inwardly as he personally tasted each of the remaining dishes prepared by His Majesty. "The taste is fine. Could it be that His Majesty's taste has changed again?"
Unable to figure it out, Zhu, the head steward, found some time in the afternoon to talk to A-Hao.
"Oh dear, is His Majesty having a poor appetite?"
Ah Hao nodded.
She didn't know why His Majesty was suddenly unhappy.
Steward Zhu seemed to be thinking, "Then I'll go find some more good food to change His Majesty's palate."
As someone working in the imperial kitchen, he certainly couldn't inquire why His Majesty was displeased; his duty was to ensure His Majesty enjoyed his meal.
After seeing off Chief Steward Zhu, Ah Hao pondered how to make His Majesty happy.
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