Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Chaolu Tea House is very close to the Beiming Palace, and it takes less than half an hour to reach the palace gate.

Outside the door stands a huge sundial, with the time pointing to quarter past three in the evening.

Looking around, there was only their carriage parked on the vast road. She looked at Xie Ci awkwardly and asked in a low voice: "Are we late?"

Seeing her uneasy look, Xie Ci patted the back of her hand and comforted her: "No, you came just in time."

The layout of the Beiming Palace was not as neat as that of Dayun, but was divided into many corridors. Along the way, she only saw two or three palace servants walking quickly with their heads down. If she hadn't followed Xie Ci, it would have been extremely difficult for her to find the right way alone.

Mu Yao asked in confusion: "Aci, why does your palace have so many forks?" She had already walked through several roads and could no longer tell the directions.

Xie Ci explained, "This palace was originally built according to a formation. As for the name of the formation, it is too old and has long been lost. It took me a long time to remember these corridors. I will inevitably not be able to take care of you later. If you have any questions, please talk to Uncle Miao or Li Bin, the wife of Dali Temple Junior Official Li Bin, Xie Anran. The couple sits on our right. Xie Anran is my cousin."

Mu Yao nodded slightly in response. She was a little tired at the moment, her steps were unsteady, and her whole body felt light and fluttery.

She took a few deep breaths and pulled herself together. She had to see the emperor soon, so she couldn't look sleepy.

In the dark corner opposite the palace gate, Xie Ci held up the veil for her and said, "Yaoyao, we're here."

Inside the Jingling Palace, thousands of lanterns were lit, and there was singing and dancing. The melodious and graceful sound of stringed instruments was heard continuously, interweaving with the noise of civil and military officials and their families, like a passionate and joyful song, composing a full range of joy and excitement.

"Aci, I'm a little nervous." Mu Yao took off the veil and said nervously.

It was too late for them. If they went in now, they would undoubtedly attract everyone's attention. She seemed to have embarrassed Xie Ci. She was not thoughtful today and should not have indulged herself like this. Beauty can lead to mistakes!

"Yaoyao, relax, I'll take care of everything. After the meeting with the emperor, I'll let Uncle Miao take you back first." Xie Ci saw the fatigue in her eyes and felt distressed. It was his fault, he acted on impulse and made his wife suffer.

After Mu Yao confirmed that her clothes were correct, she took Xie Ci's arm and walked up the steps. The guards on both sides were so stunned by Mu Yao's beauty that their brains suddenly shut down and they even forgot about the most basic etiquette.

As they stepped into the Jingling Hall, the sound of people gasping for air rose and fell in sync with their steps.

Everyone was confused and stopped talking and looked towards the palace gate.

The locust-flower-colored figure faced the candlelight, her slender figure outlined by her skirt, making her look charming and enchanting.

The full curves of her upper body, her slender waist and her well-proportioned white face are all very charming, not to mention her stunning beauty.

The lotus is like a face, the willow is like an eyebrow, the autumn water is like the spirit, and the jade is like the bones. It is no exception.

The reeds are withered and the white dew turns to frost, and the so-called beauty is on the other side of the water. All the unmarried men present opened their eyes wide, with a dazed look.

"Goddess!" Suddenly, a child shouted loudly.

This name awakened everyone's mind, and suddenly the crowd became excited and various discussions continued.

"Whose noble lady is this?"

"She came with the Imperial Master. Could she be the noble lady of the Xie family?"

"Dad, go ask around later. My son wants to marry her."

Si Jialuo stared at Mu Yao without blinking, his face turning as pale as paper. The noise around him seemed to be isolated, and he stood there in a daze.

How could she be so beautiful! What else could she fight for!

Xie Anran clutched her husband's sleeve tightly, following the two men closely with her eyes, and was so excited that she almost tore the satin into pieces.

A Ci has made progress!

She decided to return to her ancestral home to announce the good news after the palace banquet was over!

Mu Yao half-closed her eyes, ignoring the noise around her.

The candlelight in the hall was bright and dazzling. The warm orange light shone on her, making her feel even more drowsy.

When the two of them walked to the front of the palace, Xie Ci bowed and said, "I, Xie Ci, and my wife Mu Yao come to see His Majesty and the new emperor of Southern Xinjiang."

There was deathly silence in the hall.

Si Jialuo was so shocked that she stood up on the spot, but her father pushed her back to her original position with a sharp eye.

Murong Chen had long been distracted by Mu Yao's beauty and remained silent for a long time. It was only when Chief Steward Gao beside him coughed lightly that he regained his composure and said, "Stand up. When did the Imperial Master marry such a beautiful woman? Why have I never heard you mention it?"

Xie Ci said calmly, "It has just been decided. I have not been able to announce it in time. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Murong Chen was happy: "National Master, you have done nothing wrong. You have been busy with all kinds of affairs and have worked tirelessly to assist me, share my worries, and pacify the world. For many years, you have delayed the most important things in your life. Now that the marriage has been finalized, and you have married such a beautiful woman, I am happy for you! When you get married, I will definitely drink three cups with you!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will be waiting for you then." Xie Ci felt relieved. The marriage had been approved by the Emperor today, and when Dayun came, the marriage would be more secure.

Murong Chen shifted his gaze to Mu Yao again, his eyes curved into crescents: "I've heard that there is a noble lady named Mu in Dayun country, with extraordinary beauty and great talent. Seeing her today, she is even better than the rumors. This is our first meeting, and since you are the wife of the national teacher, how about I confer you the title of first-rank imperial lady?"

Mu Yao was so surprised that she raised her eyes instantly, and her drowsy head immediately regained its former clarity.

When their eyes met, he could see clearly the appearance of the new Emperor of Bei Ming.

He was wearing a purple dragon robe, and his long black hair was meticulously tied up with a hollow golden crown. His bright baby face was extremely cute, which was very inconsistent with the majesty of the emperor. He was grinning at her affectionately. But his overly fair face caught Mu Yao's attention.

She secretly looked at Murong Chen, and the more she looked, the more frightened she became. Most people with this kind of complexion will not live long. Mu Yao secretly estimated that he would live no more than ten years.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." Mu Yao bowed and said.

When she slightly turned sideways to face the new emperor of Southern Xinjiang, her expression suddenly changed, and her beautiful eyes as clear as autumn water instantly became extremely horrified.

Han Qi!

Today, the man was wearing a black robe with nine golden dragons embroidered on the satin. His three thousand black hair was tied up with a golden crown. He was staring at her with a pair of cold starry eyes. His handsome face, which was carved by a master craftsman, had no expression at all. Just like his eyes, it exuded a strong aura of death.

Her heart skipped a beat and Mu Yao was so frightened that she looked away, only to see Ji Qinghe looking at her excitedly, his mouth opening and closing as he mouthed words to her, as if to say: I finally found you.

Xie Ci frowned slightly when he saw Mu Yao's unusual expression. When he looked at the new emperor of Southern Xinjiang, there was a hint of consideration in his eyes.

Reaching out his broad hand and gently grasping her waist, Mu Yao unconsciously curled her thumbs twice, bowed and saluted, saying: "Mu Yao pays respect to the new emperor of Southern Xinjiang."

After a long while, there was no response.

Everyone looked towards the front of the palace in suspicion, only to see the handsome new emperor of Southern Xinjiang staring at the wife of the imperial teacher, but his eyes were very cold. He had been talking happily with the emperor before, so why did he suddenly become so cold?

Murong Chen was surprised by Ji Qi's reaction. When he saw Xie Ci's eyes on him, he immediately understood and introduced him again: "Emperor Nanjiang, this is Lady Mu, the wife of our imperial master."

Ji Qi moved his slightly stiff index finger, and his cold eyes seemed to fluctuate, and the bloodthirstiness and ferocity hidden in his eyes gradually surfaced. He suddenly asked coldly, "When did our Southern Border Empress condescend to become the wife of your Northern Ming Imperial Master?"