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

The foreign man brought into the room by Aunt Tao spoke in a gentle tone, but Xiaobi felt an extremely cold and detached look on his dignified and elegant face.

One can tell at a glance that he is a noble person in a high position.

The mistress was semi-forced to have her slender waist clamped and placed on the desk, with the account books scattered all over the floor.

"Get out!" He Yue yelled at Xiao Taozi and Xiao Bi who were standing at the door.

Xiaobi had never seen her mistress in such an embarrassed state, with wet traces of shame and anger at the corners of her eyes. The man's cold, white and well-proportioned fingers tapped on her waist, causing wrinkles on the soft fabric.

"Yes, Madam!" Xiaobi stumbled over the threshold, while Xiaotaozi still stood at the door without saying a word.

Xiaobi wanted to pull her away, but Xiaotaozi just knelt down and she couldn't pull her away.

"The slave doesn't listen to her mistress, she listens to the Queen." Ning Rushong raised his other empty hand with pity and wiped the corners of her eyes.

The word "mistress" was spoken after a circle on the root of the tongue, and it was deliberately suppressed, making it particularly strange, but the tone was very intimate.

"Step back." But Ning Rushong still couldn't bear to see He Yue embarrassed, so he told Xiao Taozi to leave.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Xiao Taozi then stood up. At this moment, the situation was reversed. It was Xiao Taozi who pulled the stunned Xiao Bi away, and the door was closed tightly.

Ning Rushong felt the trembling arc under his hand. He leaned down with his tall body and rested his head on He Yue's neck. Waves of warmth came from his neck, and it was like a dream that would have dissipated like flowing water and thin smoke if he hadn't touched it.

Even if it was just an illusion, it was what he had longed for this year.

Ning Rushong thought many times on the way here about how he should treat He Yue. She colluded with the Duan family to deceive him, and played a trick of deceiving the emperor and escaping. Nothing he did would be excessive.

It would be best if a chain was put on her ankles and she was locked up in Yongding Palace. If she herself did not want to be the queen, then she would live in obscurity and would not be able to move an inch.

He is a man of many evils and is not a good man who does good deeds. He gave almost all his tenderness and kindness to He Yue, but she did not appreciate it and fell to the ground in a mess. Now that she is in his hands again, she should know that there will be no good ending.

This is how it should be, and it is in line with common sense.

"Yueyue, do you feel any guilt for faking your death and escaping?" Ning Rushong raised his head and held He Yue's face sideways, his fingers slightly sunken. She had lost too much weight during the last month when her illness was the most serious. It seemed that she had gained some weight at the Duan family.

He Yue couldn't struggle free, so she gave up. She had finally grown a lot. She was no longer afraid and silent when facing Ning Rusong. She stared at him with indifferent willow-leaf eyes, "No guilt, only relief."

Why should I feel guilty for disappointing Ning Rushong's one-sided love?

"Liberated?" Ning Rusong sat down and held her in his arms easily, arousing some anger, with a gloomy look between his eyebrows, "I treated you badly when you were in the palace. I protected and praised you, and I also asked people to restrain those concubines so that they would not be a nuisance to you. You didn't want to handle the chores, and I never forced you, but you insisted on coming to the Duan family to suffer."

"What good place is the Duan family? There are thirteen outer houses and five inner houses. There are so many big and small things, and so many twists and turns and intrigues. How much less is there than in the imperial palace?"

He Yue hated him so much that she was willing to sacrifice half her life to escape from the palace and become a widow in the Duan family. She guarded the Duan family and taught the "child" who had no blood relationship with her. She and Duan Qidai were truly in love and loyal to each other.

Ning Rusong's eyes revealed a pain that he himself was not aware of, "Yueyue, come back to the palace with me, and I will forgive you for what happened."

All the thoughts he had carefully considered before were thrown out of context in an instant. He just let it go like that. He felt it was extremely absurd. He was still rational and could still analyze the pros and cons, but the words he said and the actions he took were completely contrary to his thoughts.

He thought of Empress Dowager He and Emperor Jingmu at an inappropriate time. It turned out that blood inheritance made sense. The unpredictable fate pushed him into the same situation as them. One step forward would be into the abyss. The life-saving rope was in He Yue's hand.

He Yue is a heartless man who can never be warmed up. If she knew about this, she would probably push him down, watch him fall to pieces with cold eyes, and then turn around and go back to the Duan Mansion to continue being her mistress. How could there be such a happy thing?

At this moment, he somewhat resented He Yue's temperament. Why wasn't she a woman who loved power and was fickle, who could easily abandon her past feelings and pretend to snuggle in his arms even if she didn't love him. As an emperor, Ning Rusong could naturally afford to support He Yue, and it wasn't her temperament that he liked.

Ning Rushong has an alluring appearance and outstanding acting skills, and when he softens, his golden and jade-like appearance makes people feel pity.

He Yue lowered her eyes and placed her hand between the two of them, creating a slight barrier between them. "What about the Duan family? Will you punish them?"

The Duan family was the shackles she put on herself while she was awake, and was the thought that Duan Qidai left for her.

"You have nothing to do with them anymore, why should I punish them?" Ning Rushong now looked very magnanimous and easy to talk to. He held her up, put one hand between her legs, took down the cloak on the rack not far away, and put it on her.

It's not spring yet and it's a bit cold outside today, but he can't wait any longer. He doesn't want He Yue to stay in Duan's house even for a moment.

"Let's go. I've always been too tolerant of you." Ning Rushong walked out of the room.

The hood of the cloak was very large, covering most of He Yue's face. She didn't want to hug Ning Rushong's neck, but Ning Rushong's hand was on her back and he didn't let go for a long time. She could only raise her arms and hug his neck, and Ning Rushong's hand finally let go.

She smelled the scent of medicine. She was particularly sensitive to the smell of medicine this year. Was Ning Rusong sick? The smell of medicine was about to permeate him.

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When you leave the inner three houses, the first thing you see is a horse-drawn carriage. The driver of the carriage is an acquaintance, Guard Zhang.

The Duan family has strict rules. Once you enter the Duan family, you basically travel in sedan chairs, and horse-drawn carriages are not allowed to enter the house. However, Ning Rushong has always been the only one who used the rules to shackle others, and the rules of the Duan family have never been in his eyes.

He carried He Yue into the carriage, and placed the pillow in her arms. He gently supported He Yue's face and said, "Take a rest. You haven't slept well for four days. I'm afraid you must be tired."

"Yeah." He Yue responded helplessly, then turned sideways while holding the pillow, thinking that it was Xiao Taozi who reported.

He Yue didn't rest, so Xiao Taozi naturally couldn't close her eyes either. She had to guard him day and night. It was not a comfortable place to stay. Xiao Taozi had been relaxed and comfortable for a year, and after a night like this, her feet felt sore and numb.

But this is what a servant is like. The master's intentional or unintentional torture can make her suffer.

The curtain was lowered, but Ning Rusong did not get on the carriage with her. Instead, he rode on the brown horse beside him, holding the reins, and shouted, "Go!"