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Due to the death of Emperor Jingmu, the whole country is in mourning and the enthronement ceremony of His Majesty the Current has been postponed for one month.

In the Mu Shui Hall of the villa, He Yue had been in a coma for four days and finally woke up. The female doctor Hui Qing hurriedly and carefully helped her lean against the head of the bed.

He Yue saw Hui Qing's mourning clothes at first sight. She reached out to touch them in a daze. They were made of linen. Puzzlement appeared on her elegant face. "Who went there? How dare you wear mourning clothes in public?"

Hui Qing knelt at the foot of the bed, placed her hands on He Yue's knees, moved her lips, and said slowly: "Madam, Emperor Jingmu has passed away, and everyone must wear mourning clothes."

He Yue looked confused, and almost thought she had slept for several months or even years. Things changed too quickly, catching her off guard. She slowly lowered her head, her black hair scattered on her shoulders, making her look even more frail and sickly.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Did I fall into a coma for several months? How could Emperor Jingmu suddenly pass away?"

Hui Qing tried her best to organize her words, trying to speak without any taboos, "Madam, it was Prince Rong who rebelled and killed Emperor Jingmu, but he left a will, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is now His Majesty."

Hui Qing raised her head cautiously, her tone unclear, "His Majesty issued an imperial decree this morning, appointing you as the queen, holding the phoenix seal, and entering the palace."

She wanted to ask the mistress if she was still willing to leave? After all, the queen and the crown princess were different. The most precious woman in the world was the queen, the mother of the country, the head of all women.

A trembling, cold hand rested on Hui Qing's hands. He Yue's eyes were calm and indifferent, as if she had seen through the unspoken meaning in Hui Qing's eyes. She spoke in a calm voice and nodded slowly, "What are you worried about? You and I have come this far, and I will never back down. I am afraid that without Emperor Jingmu, it will be even more difficult for us to move on."

Her almost weird intuition told her that Emperor Jingmu was not dead. How could a person like him die so easily?

Hui Qing shook the mistress's hand excitedly, nodding her head, "Don't be afraid, mistress. The backup plan that Emperor Jingmu left for us is still effective. But you have to find a way not to go to the harem. The guards there are much stricter than those in the East Palace. You'd better stay in the current Mushui Palace."

"Okay." He Yue replied, looking at the antique shelf not far away, and patted Hui Qing's hand, "I won't go to the harem."

The prince finally became the emperor, and no one could restrain him anymore. From then on, he was truly the only one in power and the monarch with divine power.

"Squeak!" The palace door opened, and Xiao Taozi came in with the medicine as usual, but found that He Yue had woken up. She was so happy that she burst into tears.

Tears dripped down her cheeks. Xiao Taozi put the dish on another plate, covered her mouth with her hands, and cried carefully. It took her a while to wipe away her tears with her sleeve. Several imperial doctors tried day and night to wake the queen up but failed. She thought the queen was going to die like this. She was worried all the time whether her life would be lost in a casual word from His Majesty!

The Crown Princess became the Queen and she was still as gentle and kind as usual. She waved to Xiao Taozi to signal her to come over, her fingers as white as jade. She seemed to be incredibly beautiful in any situation, and even when she was sick, she still had a graceful charm like a willow in the wind.

The peonies that have lived in the greenhouse for a long time are not as vibrant and wild as those outside, but they are still graceful and gorgeous, just a little more fragile.

The female doctor Hui Qing stood up consciously and gave her seat to Xiao Taozi, and stood aside.

Xiao Taozi knelt where Hui Qing had knelt before, tears streaming down her face. "Your Majesty, you have finally woken up. I am crying with joy."

He Yue raised her hand and Hui Qing presented her with a handkerchief at the right time. He Yue gently wiped the tears from Xiao Taozi's face with the handkerchief. She was not careful, it was all just an act. The master and the servant were performing a touching drama of deep love between them.

She thought to herself, how come little Taozi changed her words so quickly? Doesn't it feel awkward? Now when she hears Empress calling her Empress He, she feels like she is calling her Empress He. Tsk, the old people in the palace are just different.

The handkerchief fell into Xiao Taozi's own hands. She wiped her tears carefully and heard the Queen's soothing but calm words, "Don't cry. I'm awake now. You've cried so hard that you look like a little fool. I feel sorry for you."

He Yue hadn't seen Xiaoliu, the snow-white exotic cat, for a long time. She was a little worried about him and was afraid that Moer would raise him to be like a pig.

Little Taozi on the ground suddenly tightened her fingers holding the handkerchief and lowered her eyes. No, the Queen Mother would not have any sympathy for her. The Queen Mother was a master with a heart as cold as stone. Even the current emperor could not get any sympathy from her.

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The night was very humid, and the hazy moonlight shone through a layer of fog, casting a cool chill.

Ning Rushong had been riding horse since he learned that He Yue had woken up, and finally arrived at Mushui Palace in the evening. The palace door opened, the curtains were lifted, and the palace servants respectfully took off the emperor's frost-stained outer robe and put on a brand new black and gold brocade robe.

There is a lingering smell of blood on the emperor these days, which is cold and fishy. How many souls have died at his hands? Prince Rong and his party, the old ministers who were rebellious and disrespectful. Now that the master of the imperial city has changed, naturally a group of obedient servants must be replaced.

Perhaps because she had slept for too long, He Yue was very awake at this moment. She quietly watched Ning Rushong walk towards her. He stopped in front of her couch. He Yue couldn't say anything, nor did she want to say anything.

Ning Rusong bent down and placed his hand across He Yue's waist. "I have seized the throne. Yueyue, you are the queen. There is no other woman more noble than you."

His elegant appearance became even more solemn and majestic in these few days.