Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

Time flies, and several years have passed. Zhou Mingxuan has lived in the small town for many years. During these years, he and Yuebai have kept in touch through letters.

Finally, on this morning, Mr. Feng picked up the letter that Zhong sent him, saying that he could take Zhou Mingxuan back with him.

Mr. Feng looked at Zhou Mingxuan, who was holding a scroll of bamboo slips under the window. This was his disciple, whom he had taught with great care for ten years, and the young man was in the prime of his life.

Noticing Mr. Feng's gaze, Zhou Mingxuan looked at him puzzledly, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"You can go back now." Mr. Feng put down the letter in his hand and said to Zhou Mingxuan.

Hearing this, Zhou Mingxuan put down the bamboo slips in his hand and asked happily, "Did my sister ask me to go back?"

Mr. Feng shook his head: "It was the news from the Palace Master."

The joy in his eyes faded a little, but Zhou Mingxuan was still very happy as he prepared to go in and pack his things. Mr. Feng looked at his back with a serious look.

The story is about to begin. He really likes Zhou Mingxuan, but they are both the remnants of Dali. After the country was destroyed, they struggled to survive and hid from place to place before they had the current academy.

Zhong? sent Mr. Feng ostensibly to teach him but actually to monitor him. Originally, Mr. Feng thought that a young master of Liang State would be dead if he died, but people are all made of flesh and blood. After so many years of companionship, Mr. Feng could no longer harm Zhou Mingxuan.

He raised Zhou Mingxuan to be closer to the Young Palace Master so that perhaps he would not confront him when he knew his life experience in the future. Therefore, Zhou Mingxuan had been brainwashed by Mr. Feng over the years, talking about how difficult it was for Yuebai to take him to the academy.

Zhou Mingxuan became closer to Yuebai and looked forward to hearing from Yuebai. After so many years of separation, his sister's appearance had already become blurred in his mind.

My longing for and yearning for my sister grew stronger and stronger, and I always felt that my sister must be the best woman in the world.

Just when Zhou Mingxuan set out to return to Taoli Academy, the situation in the Liang Palace towards unifying the world had become increasingly clear due to the expansion of Liang State during this period.

Zhou Qinghe, who was known as the eldest son, became more and more annoying in Madam Zhong's eyes. Assassinations and poisonings continued, causing Zhou Qinghe to hate life in the palace.

Seeing another palace maid who was testing poison falling in front of him, Zhou Qinghe closed his eyes and ordered, "Follow the rules."

The so-called rule is to reward his family generously.

After giving these instructions, Zhou Qinghe had no appetite to eat anymore and waved for the sedan chair.

"Young Master, where are you going?" asked the palace servant beside him.

"Go to my mother's palace." After giving the order, Zhou Qinghe sat on the sedan chair.

On the way to Queen Liang's palace, Zhou Qinghe happened to meet the second son of Madam Zhong, who had been a spoiled child since childhood.

In addition to the fact that Prince Liang and Madam Zhong did not take the out-of-favor Queen Liang seriously at all, they naturally would not take Zhou Qinghe, the eldest son, seriously either.

"Where are you going, brother?" Zhou Mingji and a group of palace servants stood on the palace road, showing no intention of giving way.

According to palace rules, only legitimate children and the main wife can use the sedan chair in the palace like the King of Liang.

Zhou Mingji believed that Zhou Qinghe and the queen had taken advantage of their mother and son's legitimate status, and he felt even more aggrieved when he saw Zhou Qinghe sitting on a sedan chair.

Zhou Qinghe did not get off the sedan chair, but nodded to Zhou Mingji and said, "A maid in my palace was poisoned to death. My mother is in charge of the six palaces, so naturally I have to report this to her."

Zhou Mingji sneered, and his sarcastic expression made his originally handsome face look even more out of place. "It's just a death, brother, you're making a fuss out of nothing."

Zhou Qinghe heard Zhou Mingji's sarcasm, and he became more and more annoyed with this palace, so he impatiently dealt with his close confidants.

Han Qin, the guard beside him, immediately said, "Second Young Master, my eldest son has something to do to see the queen, please make way."

Originally, Zhou Mingji had already overstepped his bounds by blocking Zhou Qinghe's way without offering courtesy, but Zhou Qinghe was not the type to care about that. He knew who had been behind all the open and covert attacks over the years.

It's just that Zhou Qinghe is born indifferent and too lazy to bother with these people, but it doesn't mean that Zhou Qinghe is a soft persimmon. Although he has the protection of Queen Liang, he is not a fool.

Zhou Mingji could see that Zhou Qinghe was getting a little impatient. Thinking of all the losses he had suffered at the hands of Zhou Qinghe since he was a child, he reluctantly gave way.

Zhou Qinghe led the guard of honor and walked straight past him, seemingly not taking Zhou Mingji seriously. This attitude of never treating him as an opponent undoubtedly made Zhou Mingji feel unfair.

Watching Zhou Qinghe walk away, Zhou Mingji whispered, "You're so aloof again, just wait and see!" After saying that, he left with his men.

The people in Qiongtai Palace saw the eldest prince's procession from afar and went in to report to Queen Liang. Princess Yan Hua happened to be there too.

Yan Hua is Zhou Qinghe's nominal twin sister, and now she has grown into a beautiful young lady.

"Brother is here." The girl's cheerful voice rang out in the palace.

Before Zhou Qinghe stepped in, he heard his sister's voice, and then a young girl came out.

Zhou Qinghe avoided Yan Hua's contact without leaving a trace and went straight into the inner hall, where he saluted Queen Liang.

Queen Liang quickly called out, "No need to be so polite to mother, what are you here for today?"

Because Zhou Qinghe had a cold personality since childhood, and although he was brought up in all the ways of an eldest son, he had become visibly tired of the court and the palace over the years.

He was extremely disgusted with the secrets of the harem, so if there was no master, he would hardly come to see Queen Liang.

Sometimes Queen Liang would think that if the noble family Zhou Qinghe belonged to had not been wiped out and she had not replaced the child, perhaps Zhou Qinghe would have been able to live freely as a young man from a noble family who did not seek to compete with the world.

But there is no if. If it was her child, that frail body would have died in the fight long ago. Although she has mother-son affection for Zhou Qinghe, she is more of an exploiter.

Zhou Qinghe is Queen Liang's bargaining chip and support. Growing up in such an environment, Zhou Qinghe doesn't understand why his mother treats him and his sister differently. He always thinks that this is the case because he is a man.

He was really tired of this palace, and finally exploded today when another palace maid fell in front of him.

Zhou Qinghe did not stand up, but still knelt on the ground. What he said really made Queen Liang feel panicked.

He said: "Please allow me to leave the palace and go to Taoli Academy to study."

The teacup held in Queen Liang's hand suddenly rolled down and broke into pieces on the ground. The still warm tea soaked Queen Liang's knees.

"Master!" Xing'er quickly ordered people to clean up, and personally wiped Queen Liang clean.

Then, looking at the somewhat distracted Queen Liang, Xing'er advised: "Young Master, why are you doing this? The situation is unstable now, how can Your Majesty bear to let you leave?"

Queen Liang was panicked, thinking that Zhou Qinghe had not been close to her over the years, and now he directly proposed to go to Taoli Academy. She was afraid that he had discovered something.