As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

Hearing Duan Qidai's name, He Yue looked at Mo'er wearily, straightened up with effort, waved her hand, and changed the subject in a weak voice, "Mo'er, did you bring the jade box with you?"

Moer naturally brought the jade box to Mushui Palace. He nodded and asked in confusion, "He Yue, why did you suddenly mention the jade box?"

He Yue lowered her hands and placed them naturally on Moer's shoulders. The bright red nail polish had faded, and she looked pale and colorless. "After I die, this jade box will be yours. Thank you for taking care of it for the past few months."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" She couldn't help but cough a few times by turning sideways, her waist bent down, just like a beautiful pear blossom that was suffocating under the weight of wind, rain and winter snow.

Moer stood up from the ground and looked down at He Yue. After a long while, he said, "He Yue, keep the jade box by yourself."

He Yue's words now sounded too much like a last will. Moer didn't like hearing them. How could someone be so calm in the face of death?

He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, it was just stuffy and bitter. He didn't want He Yue to die, but those who want to die will surely die!

"If you don't want it, it will be covered with dust after a while." He Yue didn't straighten up again, and leaned on the soft pillow as if she couldn't bear the burden. "I am a greedy businessman. I have saved all the things in it for a long time. I can't take it away, and you don't want it either. It's a pity."

Her tone was full of laughter and jokes between friends, and her casual and awkward posture also dissipated her noble demeanor. Moer finally looked directly at the identity of the businessman she mentioned.

"What kind of business were you in before?" Moer asked, raising one leg and placing it on the couch.

He lifted up another soft pillow, and helped He Yue to lean on it, so that she would not be able to lie there helplessly. He had seen her being so arrogant and dignified for a long time, and now he actually felt a little bit of pity, unable to bear to see her look so disheveled and weak.

In his impression, He Yue's identity as a businessman was her shameful past. Merchants had a low status, and she should not want others to mention it. She was first the Crown Princess He, and later the Queen He, both of whom were the most noble women in the world.

"Rouge." He Yue raised her eyes, her eyes full of smiles. "I'm in the rouge business in Lijia Village, and Li Xiaoshu used to be an assistant in my shop."

He Yue has no old feelings for the current Li Xiaoshu, but she herself has turned into a plaque in the old memories. Now, only she can materialize He Yue's former identity, a boss in the rouge business.

"You are all extraordinary." Moer said this subconsciously.

A current queen and the wife of an important official, it is really eye-catching.

He Yue forced a smile and lowered her eyes.

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After Ning Rushong finished bathing, he returned to the Mu Shui Palace and saw He Yue drinking medicine. The dancer named Moli was still serving her.

He stood quietly at the door, the lights were dim, he no longer pretended to be gentle, his narrow and deep eyes looked at He Yue on the couch, his brocade robe with mixed green and gold colors hung slightly on the ground, leaving aside all external factors, he did have a clear and extremely elegant face, but the more you look inside, the more you will find his inner decadence and corruption, his roots are soaked in poisonous soup.

Mo'er, who was beside the couch, coaxed Yueyue, with a worried look on her pretty face, and bent her waist, "Take another sip. Look, there's only half a bowl left. The medicine is not effective enough. Aren't you the one who has trouble sleeping at night due to the pain? Why suffer that?"

What an unruly slave girl, she even forgot to address you in a respectful manner. This tone of lecture is enough to make her die a thousand times.

Moer gently straightened Yueyue's tilted face, put the medicine cup against her lips, and pressed a mark slightly inside, "Drink it, it will become more bitter when it gets cold."

The two of them were too close, almost crossing the line between master and servant. Yueyue really indulged Moli. Although her beautiful brows were frowned, she still opened her lips and held the edge of the medicine cup, allowing Moli to tilt the cup and let the medicine slowly flow into her lips.

"Clang." The medicine cup was placed on the presentation tray on the table.

Afterwards, Moer presumptuously picked up a bitter-tasting fruit and wanted to feed it to Yueyue. Half of the slave's body was leaning on the couch. From Ning Rushong's perspective, he could only see the slave's back and the hem of Yueyue's skirt that fell outside the couch.

"Get rid of the bitterness. I often see Dayun treat you like this to the emperor, holding you and sitting on his lap, coaxing you to eat preserved fruits." Mo'er's voice was clear and extremely neutral, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman just by listening to the voice.

"Snapped!"

Yueyue slapped the slave girl in the face. She didn't have much strength, so only some red marks were left that would disappear in a while. "You are becoming more and more shameless."

"You're only as strong as a cat." Mo'er stroked her face nonchalantly, then leaned forward to feed her the preserved fruit, "Eat one and show me."

The slut was indeed seeking death, Ning Rushong nonchalantly turned the jade ring on his hand.

Caning or execution by knife?