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

The time passed extremely quickly in the evening. After He Yue and Ning Rushong finished their dinner, it was already dark.

He Yue curled up in Ning Rushong's arms. The lights in the big tent were bright. She was flipping through a book of miscellaneous talks to kill time. Her feathery eyelashes drooped, casting scattered shadows.

Ning Rushong was holding some memorials that needed to be approved, and He Yue rested her head on his arms. There was no exchange of words between the two, but it was a rare occasion for them to maintain a warm relationship.

During this time, the only sound was the turning of pages. Xiaobi would occasionally come in quietly and brighten the lamp which was about to dim.

Sometimes she would secretly fix her gaze on the most dignified emperor and empress of the Dayun Dynasty. She thought this was not bad, very good.

The mistress will be fine.

The palm with the green meridians gently closed the book in He Yue's hand, and the clear voice was warm, "Take a break. It's already very late, and you are still injured. It's better to rest more."

The lights were flickering, Ning Rushong was speaking softly, his calm demeanor was elegant and calm. He turned slightly and put the book and the memorial somewhere else.

"Yeah." He Yue raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. Qingyan's face looked a little tired, and she was indeed a little tired.

"Come in." Ning Rushong ordered outside.

His voice was not loud, but the people serving outside were all serving with their nerves tense. They immediately heard the emperor's order and hurried in.

The books and folders were taken away, the lamps were extinguished, and the curtains were drawn.

Ning Rusong gently rubbed He Yue's hair with his hand, "Go to sleep, Yueyue."

"Habits and erosion accumulated over time are truly a terrifying thing." He Yue said this meaningfully and closed his eyes.

The other hand on He Yue's waist tightened a little. Ning Rushong's deep gaze was unfathomable. There was no expression on his face. Where He Yue couldn't see, he had a terrifying aura like the deep ocean.

His tone was gentle, "Yueyue, this is not a bad thing. We are husband and wife."

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The next morning, He Yue woke up and found, as expected, that Ning Rushong was gone.

Ning Rushong is the emperor and there are too many things for him to deal with, not to mention that there are envoys from so many countries participating in this autumn hunt.

Xiaobi took sick leave this morning and was replaced by a palace maid she didn't recognize. He Yue didn't care much about the palace servants other than Huiqing and Xiaobi. She thought she was just a second-class palace maid whom she didn't see often.

This palace maid was extremely bold. While everyone else was bowing their heads respectfully, she raised her head and stared straight at He Yue.

He Yue did not feel angry at all, but instead became interested. She looked back at the palace maid, and gradually, her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned.

This pair of fox eyes is too familiar, Moer? !

When Shu Mo saw He Yue's expression, he knew that she had recognized him. He curled his lips and smiled, then lowered his head, no different from the palace maids around him.

After all the palace servants helped He Yue wash and prepare herself, they were about to leave. He Yue pointed at Shu Mo casually and said, "You stay."

The palace maids all felt nervous, but Hui Qing did not feel any fear. However, she felt a little strange in her heart. She looked up and glanced at the palace maid who looked like she was about to be frightened.

Shu Mo immediately knelt on the ground, looking timid, with a trembling voice, "Yes! Queen."

The palace servants retreated with a look of gloating, and the door was closed.

"Moer?" He Yue asked.

Shu Mo nodded, then shook his head, "My real name is Shu Mo."

He Yue tapped the table lightly with her fingers, Shu Mo, the prince of Lan Kingdom.