Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"I've been putting up with you for far too long!!!"

"Hilarious! I've put up with you for ages; always putting on airs, what's with all the pretense and affected mannerisms?!"

"Ha! I'm putting on airs?"

Bang!!! The Minister of War from the Yang family's camp swung a vicious punch at Lord Pang.

"Aaaaah! I'll fight you to the death!!" The enormous man spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth, his hands trembling, and plunged into the chaotic sea of ​​people.

The emperor, propping his head up with his hand, lazily leaned back on the dragon throne, watching the commotion below with a smile.

"Yu'er, look at this! It's really quite interesting!"

His Highness the Crown Prince stood beside the dragon throne, his phoenix eyes narrowed, his mind filled with the thought, "What if General Luo were also in this court?!"

After pondering for a long time, His Highness the Crown Prince parted his thin lips slightly: "Father, after the morning court session, let's go see Consort Yang!"

"After all, the harem has prepared a good show for you!" Qing Tingyu said meaningfully.

"Hahaha~ Yu'er, Yu'er is truly a master strategist! A master strategist indeed!"

The emperor laughed until tears streamed down his face. He then stood up, hands behind his back, and, accompanied by his personal guards, quietly left from behind the dragon throne.

After the emperor's voice had completely faded away, Qing Tingyu focused his gaze on the dragon throne beside him.

The gilded and heavily carved dragon throne is covered with five-clawed golden dragons with wide-open, angry eyes. They are intertwined and flying, glaring and baring their claws.

Perhaps due to years of incense smoke, a hazy outer membrane had formed on the dragon throne, which enveloped the glittering gold and created a somber, eerie light.

Qing Tingyu reached out her hand to touch the dragon throne, exclaiming, "It's so cold!!"

The metallic chill immediately pierced his fingertips like a net, the coldness reaching deep into his heart and rubbing against the Crown Prince's heart.

"Luo'er, you wouldn't dare to draw your sword against me, would you?!" Qing Tingyu murmured for a while, then focused her gaze again.

He clenched his fist and slowly pulled away from the dragon throne;

Outside the curtain, the beatings continued relentlessly.

Inside the curtained room, however, there was an unusual silence.

……

Outside the Palace of Badges;

Having escaped from home, Yang Chenqing grabbed the still-sleeping Qianqianluo and rushed to the palace gate.

"Oh dear! Chen Qing! What's the matter?!" Qian Qianlu was busy tidying her hair and adjusting her clothes.

"Young Master Luo, please, please keep Chen Qing company today!" Yang Chen Qing looked pale and exhausted.

Qianqianlu tilted her head and stared at the unusually tired Yang Chenqing, swallowing back the teasing words she had intended to say.

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

Upon hearing the clear and delicate reply, Yang Chenqing raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass into the inner palace?!" The guards at the gate drew their swords and stopped the two people who were about to enter the palace.

"I am……!!"

Before Yang Chenqing could reveal his identity, the Empress, who had come to "visit" him, interrupted the conversation: "Let him pass!"

Empress Lin, adorned with phoenix hairpins and pearls, moved with a graceful gait, her supple waist concealed within her wide and ornate phoenix robe.

"This servant kowtows to Your Majesty the Empress, may Your Majesty be well!" Upon seeing the newcomer, the guard at the gate immediately knelt down to offer his greetings.

When Qianqianlu saw that the person who came was Empress Lin, she thought that something must have happened to Consort Yang.

She glanced again at Yang Chenqing, whose eyes were filled with hatred and whose fists were clenched in resentment, and became even more convinced of her judgment.

"General Yang, do not grieve, Consort Yang will recover!" The Empress's personal maid bowed and comforted her, her words filled with sorrow.

"Is that so?! Then I really must thank Your Majesty the Empress!"

Yang Chenqing stared at Empress Lin's departing figure, clenching his fists with gritted teeth.

The palace maid, her white silk concealing her fear, apologized to the Empress Lin and then followed her with light, graceful steps.

This familiar plot, this familiar scene;

The falling out outside the palace, with the Lin and Yang families becoming enemies, is just like the plot of Yang Guifei's miscarriage and postpartum hemorrhage, and the Yang family being framed for treason!

Qianqian pondered for a moment, then hesitated to believe it.

Yang Chenqing clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, unable to recover from his grief for a long time: "Young Master Luo, if you are afraid, you don't need to come with me!"

Hearing the poor child's pitiful refusal, Qianqianluo raised her hand and patted Yang Chenqing's little head.

"It's alright, let's go!" She grasped General Yang's slightly bruised wrist and pulled him into the palace gate.

Those were such good years; I could still catch a glimpse of your slender, upright figure.

Even in the years that followed, with the winds and sandstorms raging in the northern desert, I found it increasingly difficult to recall your voice, appearance, and smile in my daily recollections!

"Young Master Luo, I...!!!" Yang Chenqing ultimately kept his love to himself, letting this person lead him to an unknown destination.

Empress Lin, walking ahead, frowned deeply, her delicate hands, hidden in her phoenix sleeves, tearing at the silk handkerchiefs that the weaving bureau had just cut and sent to the palace.

"Absurd!! How could this lowly commoner be associating with the Yang family again?!"

"He's tarnished the reputation of the Crown Prince for no reason!!!" Empress Lin cursed inwardly, fearing that this lowly commoner would ruin her plans.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor is already attending to the Consort in her bedchamber!" The palace maid Bai Si reminded Empress Lin, calming her down.

"Yes! Tell Yuzhu to prepare properly!"

"Hmph! Don't disappoint me!!"

Empress Lin regained her composure, her phoenix eyes looking up at the sky, her brows full of contempt.

"Yes!! The order has been given!!" Bai Si said carefully, trying to appease him.

The palace's inner chaise longue;

Plain white silk, and scrolls of handwritten Buddhist scriptures piled up on the bookshelves inside the couch;

The refreshing and pleasant lotus scent is subtle and understated.

Emperor Qingtingmo sat on a chair on the inner couch, casually picking up a handwritten Buddhist scripture and reading it with great interest.

"All love and affection are impermanent and difficult to endure; life is full of fears; life is as fragile as morning dew. From love arises sorrow, from love arises fear; if one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear."

Qing Tingmo read the still somewhat immature handwritten scripture in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes bloodthirsty.

"Your Majesty, this is a Buddhist scripture that the Imperial Concubine copied when she first entered the palace. It's as poignant as a farewell to a former lover!"

The palace maid Yuzhu trembled as she guided the current emperor to think in another direction, in order to pave the way for the remaining frame-up.

"Former lover?! Oh~ How come I don't know that Consort Yang had any former lover?!"

Qing Tingmo continued to flip through the carefully collected "love letters" laid bare on the table, and unconsciously chuckled.

"Hahaha ≈ Yang Guifei was known for her aloofness and cold temperament, how could she possibly copy such passionate love poems?!"

Yu Zhu waited for the Emperor to ask: "Your Majesty, Yu Zhu is terrified and dares not say more!"

Qing Tingmo flicked his sleeves and stood up, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at the palace maid kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

After a long silence, before Yuzhu could speak, the awakened Yang Guifei weakly uttered, "Is it...is it the Emperor who has arrived?!"

"Zhang'er, I'm late!!"