C7

Ever since the group of internal supervision pushed them into the Yongde Palace like wolves and tigers, Xia Yue had been crying on the ground. However Mu Qian Xue appeared abnormally calm, as if what happened in Myriad Temple just now was just a ridiculous dream to her.

After sitting quietly for a while, Mu Qian Xue got up and walked in front of Xia Yue. She squatted down and wiped the tears off her face, "Don't cry, you'll be fine."

Xia Yue raised her hazy teary eyes and sobbed, "This servant isn't worried about myself. Your Majesty and Imperial Concubine Cao, they … I'm afraid I will not let this Empress go! "

"I know." Mu Qian Xue's expression was still as calm as before, as if he was talking about someone else. Xia Yue wiped away his tears, and looked at Mu Qian Xue suspiciously: "Empress, are you not afraid?"

Mu Qian Xue helped her up, and said indifferently: "So what? Will they let me go?"

No matter how he tried, he couldn't understand how the situation had turned out like this. It was obvious that during these past four years, the Your Majesty had been in extreme pain for the Empress. Every time the Empress was sick, the Your Majesty had taken care of him throughout the entire night without taking off his clothes. Not only was all of this fake, even all of the people close to her in Empress had died under Your Majesty's slaughtering blade. She could not understand how Your Majesty could be so heartless;

Thinking about it, Xia Yue grabbed Mu Qian Xue's hand and said anxiously: "Empress, before Your Majesty does anything to you, quickly flee. Run far away, and never come back!"

"There's someone guarding outside the Yongde Palace, and there's even more layers of guards inside the palace. How do I escape?"

Mu Qian Xue stared at her clear eyes, and said softly: "But if it's like this, you will die, aren't you afraid?"

Her words caused a trace of fear to flash past Xia Yue's eyes, but she quickly replied, "I'm afraid, but if it wasn't for Empress, this servant would have already starved to death.

Xia Yue was an orphan. Ever since she could remember, she had followed a group of beggars to beg for money and used the leftovers from other people's charity to fill up their pitiful stomachs. Every winter was their hardest time and they often begged for an entire day without any gains, so they could only rely on drinking water to fill their stomachs.

In the winter four years ago, a small scale famine broke out in the capital city. Xia Yue hadn't even asked for anything to eat for a few days, she was hungry and cold, and fainted in front of Mu Qian Xue's wedding procession. Mu Qian Xue pitied her, and got someone to carry her onto the carriage.

Xia Yue saw that Mu Qian Xue did not say anything, and thought that she had agreed, and immediately said: "This servant will go and pack now, just bring two pieces of clothes, too much will attract attention, and I will bring more silver with me. Also, this humble servant remembers that there are some medicines in the Inner Palace to stop bleeding and remove blood stasis, as well as medicines to soothe the lungs with cough, all of them. "

Mu Qian Xue pulled Xia Yue, who was about to rush to the inner hall, and shook her head: "There's no need to pack up, I won't leave!"

Xia Yue stared at Xia Yue in disbelief. When she regained her senses, she asked anxiously: "Why aren't you leaving, could it be that Empress is really going to wait here for her death?"

Mu Qian Xue caressed the center of her brows, "Silly girl, you can't possibly lure away all those guards by yourself. If I leave, who will avenge them! "

"They …" Xia Yue muttered to herself, and in the next moment, she said in shock: "Empress, you still want to kill Your Majesty?"

The muscles on the side of Mu Qian Xue's face twitched as a cold glint flashed in her eyes, "Revenge for her parents, hatred for the loss of her country, how can I not avenge it!"

"No!" Xia Yue shook her head with all her might, "Your Majesty is extremely skilled, if you can't kill her, it will instead bring about a fatal disaster ahead of time. Empress, I beg of you, run, no matter what, you still have a chance of survival!"

Mu Qian Xue shook off her hand and walked to the two-eared square bottle that was placed in front of the window made of rosewood, where it was provided with light pink anemone s. The petals were soft and light, and under the spring sun that was shining into the hall, they looked like flying feathers, exuding a faint and elegant fragrance.

"Joyous" meaning "make up, happy family" beautiful meaning, also often symbolizes the love of husband and wife, the two sides are good.

Xiao Ruo Ao knew that she liked anemone, so he planted this tree everywhere in the former Duke Palaces. After he ascended the throne, he even ordered people to transplant all the trees into the palace, promising to share a flower with her every year until they slowly aged.

These anemone s were once the witnesses to her love with Xiao Ruo Ao, but now, they had become the greatest irony!

Mu Qian Xue tightly held onto a anemone. When she let go of it, the anemone that was previously as fine as a pink cloud had already become deformed.

If this enmity was not avenged, he swore he would not be a human!

"Xia Yue." Mu Qian Xue's words made Xia Yue happy. She thought that she had changed her mind and hurriedly walked over: "Do you need this servant to pack up?"

Mu Qian Xue shook her head and said, "I remember that at New Year's Eve last year, there was still some fireworks going on, right?"

Xia Yue didn't understand how she was still in the mood to talk about fireworks right now, but she still replied honestly: "Yes, there were ten boxes of fireworks sent over by Ministry of Internal Affairs last year. We used eight boxes at New Year's Eve, and kept the rest in the storage room according to Empress's instructions, we said it was …" Xia Yue did not finish the sentence she wanted to say, but it was enough for Mu Qian Xue to recall what happened back then.

On New Year's Eve, Xiao Ruo Ao decided to attack Yanzhou in a year, so Mu Qian Xue told Xia Yue to keep the two boxes of fireworks. The last one Xiao Ruo Ao annihilated was the Nanzhao.

Mu Qian Xue painfully closed her eyes, "Go and get them all."

"Empress, what do you want the fireworks for?" Although Xia Yue did not have any schemes, she was not naive enough to think that Mu Qian Xue suddenly had a sudden impulse to release fireworks.

"Just go and get it. Go quickly." Under Mu Qian Xue's urging, Xia Yue went to get the fireworks, they filled the two big boxes full of fireworks. Inside the boxes, there was an orderly arrangement of fireworks inside, but fortunately, Mu Qian Xue found it troublesome and did not bring them back to Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Just as he took out the fireworks from the chest, Mu Qian Xue immediately frowned, "It's only been three or four months and there's still no rain, how did the mildew become so severe?"

Xia Yue looked at the fireworks in her hand in shock. It was clearly new, how could it get moldy? Before she had time to think about this idea, Mu Qian Xue's worried voice sounded in her ears once again, "The mold is turning black, I wonder if it can still be used?"