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“Marquis Anping, Eunuch Xue, you need not persuade us any further,” a minister said resolutely. “We must see the Emperor today, or we will never leave the Golden Palace!”

“Yes, Marquis Anping, Eunuch Xue,” another official chimed in, “As officials of the court, we have a responsibility to care about His Majesty’s health. Please do not obstruct us.”

More and more officials expressed their intention to visit Gu Ye at the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Their voices grew louder and more resolute, and the atmosphere inside the hall became increasingly tense.

Murong Yuxuan and Eunuch Xue exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness and worry in each other's eyes.

They knew that these people were determined to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and they couldn't stop them anymore.

Just then, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out at the entrance of the hall: "I am very pleased that you gentlemen are so concerned about His Majesty's health."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Murong Xuewei, dressed in a phoenix robe and wearing a phoenix crown, slowly walking into the Golden Palace surrounded by a group of palace maids.

Murong Xuewei's appearance stunned everyone present. They hadn't expected her to appear at this time.

Some officials were secretly delighted, believing that Murong Xuewei's appearance was to prevent them from visiting Gu Ye at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

They felt that as long as Murong Xuewei spoke up to stop them, they would have a reason to force Murong Yuxuan to hand over the regency.

“Your Majesty the Empress,” a minister stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting, “we are on our way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to visit His Majesty. May we ask what Your Majesty may advise us?” His tone carried a hint of probing and a touch of challenge.

Murong Xuewei's gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on the minister. A meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"I will not stop you gentlemen from visiting His Majesty," she said in a clear, cold voice, which carried an undeniable authority. "However, His Majesty is unwell and needs to rest. You gentlemen should not disturb His Majesty's rest."

Her words surprised the officials. They hadn't expected that Murong Xuewei wouldn't stop them.

Some officials began to hesitate, unsure of Murong Xuewei's true intentions and fearing a trap.

Other officials, however, became even more determined to visit Gu Ye at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

They believed that Murong Xuewei's words were merely an attempt to cover up something.

“Your Majesty,” an official said firmly, “we are only concerned about His Majesty’s health and have no other intentions. We beg Your Majesty’s permission to visit His Majesty at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.”

Murong Xuewei's gaze swept over the crowd again, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, and her voice became even colder.

"Since you gentlemen insist on going, then I will take you there." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Seeing this, the officials followed suit.

Murong Yuxuan and Eunuch Xue exchanged a glance, both seeing worry in each other's eyes. They didn't know what Murong Xuewei was planning.

They could only silently follow behind Murong Xuewei, heading towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The biting wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed against the carved window frames of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, emitting mournful sounds as if accompanying the approaching storm.

Murong Yuxuan followed closely behind Murong Xuewei, his heart filled with anxiety.

He tried several times to dissuade Murong Xuewei, but he didn't know how to start.

He knew that Murong Xuewei always had her own ideas, and since she dared to suggest that these ministers go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she must have a way to deal with it.

All he could do now was silently pray that Murong Xuewei could get away with it.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, yet the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Through the gauze curtain, Gu Ye lay on the dragon bed, his face pale and his breath weak, covered with a thick brocade quilt, only his back visible.

Beside the bed, Murong Xuewei sat upright in a chair, gently stroking Xiaoyan'er's back with one hand, her gaze drifting unnoticed towards the figure on the bed.

The ministers who followed filed in, and were all stunned by what they saw.

They had expected to see a terminally ill emperor, but to their surprise, Gu Ye simply lay quietly in bed, as if he were merely asleep.

Murong Xuewei's gaze swept over the crowd. Her eyes were calm, yet carried a hint of imperceptible authority, making those ministers who originally harbored ulterior motives feel uneasy.

"My lords," Murong Xuewei's voice was clear and calm, "His Majesty is unwell and needs to rest. Please speak softly and do not disturb His Majesty's rest."

The ministers exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of doubt in the other's eyes.

The Emperor's condition did not seem to be as serious as they had imagined.

One of the bolder ministers took two steps forward, trying to get closer to the dragon bed so he could see it more clearly.

"How dare you!" Murong Xuewei shouted coldly, standing up abruptly and blocking the minister's path. "His Majesty is resting; how dare you approach him at will!" Her tone was sharp, and her eyes were like a drawn sword, pointing directly at the minister.

The minister was intimidated by Murong Xuewei's imposing presence. He took two steps back and dared not approach any further.

Seeing this, the other ministers also fell silent and dared not act rashly again.

Murong Xuewei's gaze swept over the crowd again, her eyes carrying a hint of warning and intimidation. "My lords," she said slowly, "His Majesty is in good health, but he caught a cold after returning from the far north and needs to rest. Please rest assured, once His Majesty has recovered, he will naturally return to court to govern."

Her words were perfectly worded, neither admitting that Gu Ye was seriously ill nor denying that he needed to rest, leaving the ministers confused.

Some officials began to believe Murong Xuewei's words, thinking that Gu Ye had only caught a cold and was not as seriously ill as rumored.

Other officials, however, remained skeptical, believing that Murong Xuewei's words were merely a cover-up to conceal Gu Ye's illness.

They wanted to say something more, but after being met with Murong Xuewei's sharp gaze, they backed down.

Murong Xuewei's gaze fell on Murong Yuxuan, giving him a reassuring look. Then she turned to the ministers and said, "My lords, you have come from afar and must be tired. I have prepared tea and refreshments. Please move to the side hall to rest."

As she spoke, she made a "please" gesture.

Although the ministers had their doubts, they could say nothing more and could only leave.

Inside the ornately decorated side hall, palace maids moved about, serving fragrant tea and exquisite pastries to the ministers. As they sipped their tea, they exchanged glances and whispered among themselves about the scene they had just witnessed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Lord Lin was closest to the imperial bed just now, so was he able to see the Emperor's condition clearly?"

The minister who had been replaced by Lord Lin took a sip of tea and shook his head.

"Although I was close by just now, Her Majesty the Empress was right beside me. Due to Her Majesty's majesty, I could only see her back."

A military officer picked up a piece of pastry and tossed it into his mouth with gusto. “Why say so much? Today we all saw that His Majesty is just recovering from a cold. I believe that in a few days, His Majesty will be able to attend court again. Come, come, have some tea.”

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, after the ministers had left, Murong Yuxuan strode to the dragon bed and eagerly reached out to lift the thin gauze curtain.

The worry and anxiety of the past few days had made him almost unable to control his emotions. He constantly hoped that Gu Ye had found the cure for Xue Wei and returned.