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"Creak." A voice rang out, and the palace's door was pushed open. The Son of Heaven, Xuan Yuan, Chen Mo, stepped forward and lit up a lantern, signalling Yuwen Yanran to come in.

Yuwen Yanran looked at the familiar scene in front of her, the familiar scenery. However, things changed when people looked at them. She could not help but feel a bit sad. She then sighed and stepped inside.

"My beloved concubine, look." The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, pulled Yuwen Yanran to a table in the palace and said, "Look, this Yuwen Guanyin is a gift I gave to the Eastern Queen when she was born. Beautiful?" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, pointed at a slightly blackened jade Guanyin and said.

Yuwen Yanran's eyes flashed with a trace of ripples as she muttered to herself in her heart: "Xuanyuan Chen Mo, do you still remember the gift that you gave me back then? However, things are different now. It's impossible for us to take a stand and never go back. "

"Since it's so shallow, how can my feelings be so deep?" Yuwen Yanran recalled the eight words written by the storyteller back at the teahouse. She could not help but feel slightly helpless.

"That's right. Since fate is shallow, how can one have deep feelings for another?" Yuwen Yanran thought to herself as she looked at Yu Guanyin, who was being spoken to by the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen.

Yuwen Yanran pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Eh, Your Majesty, why is this Yu Guanyin a little black?" Then he pretended to be puzzled and looked at the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo.

The Son of Heaven, Chen Mo, smiled. He naturally wouldn't be angry. He smiled and said, "It's dark now because the Yi Palace was burned down that year. I ordered some people to pick it up from the ruins afterwards." After he finished speaking, he sighed slightly with a lonely expression.

Yuwen Yanran's heart stirred and she asked, "Your majesty, since it has already been burnt, let it be buried. Since the Eastern Emperor has already died, let her become the past as well. After all, we are living in the real world. What do you think?"

"The past can only be reminisced about by others. The present must be cherished, and the future must be grasped by us. Your majesty, what do you think?"

"Haha, the words of my beloved concubine make sense, but I still can't let it go. After all, she was the woman I loved deeply." The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, faintly smiled and said.

Then, the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan, Chen Mo, said again, "Okay, leave the past to your heart. Don't bring it up again. Let's just look at the present."

With that, he looked at Yuwen Yanran and smiled, "I lost Dongfang Ziqing, but now that the heavens have given Yuwen Yanran to me, the heavens are treating me well. They treat me well, haha." The Son of Heaven, Xuan Yuan, Chen Mo, was very happy. He kept laughing and beaming with joy.

Yuwen Yanran slightly nodded her head and said: "That's right, your majesty. Aren't you holding a banquet this afternoon? It's about time to go back. "

The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, smacked his head and laughed out loud, "That's right, haha, I almost forgot."

"My beloved concubine, why don't you go with me?" The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, asked with a smile.

"Your Majesty, chenqie has just arrived at the Imperial Palace and is still not very familiar with it. So, chenqie wants to first get used to it in the Parasol Tree Palace …" Yuwen Yanran's lovely voice became softer and softer, sounding warm to the ears of the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chenmo.

"Alright, then my beloved concubine, you can get used to it. If you have any requests, just tell me and I will fulfill them." The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, said with concern.

"My beloved concubine, I'll take my leave now. Please take a look around here and return earlier." The Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen, turned around and left after he finished speaking.

"Chenqie respectfully sends you off, your majesty." Yuwen Yanran gave a respectful bow. She only relaxed a little after watching the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Chen Mo, leave.