Demoted from wife to concubine? Reborn, the mistress of a noble family plots another high-status mar

Chapter 195

The man suddenly looked up, his eyes as cold and bright as snow.

Under his gaze, Yun Xiyue felt a little guilty and lowered her head. "Did His Majesty come to see me last night...?"

Pei Fang said he was drunk!

If you're drunk, you can't leave the palace.

"Miss Yun and the Divine Doctor Ghost Hand were chatting and laughing together in the restaurant, and they got so drunk that they passed out."

"Why didn't you spend time with him today, and instead came to the palace to ask me such a pointless question?"

His face was shrouded in ice, his eyes seemed to be filled with anger, and his tone was even more unfriendly.

Yun Xiyue subconsciously swallowed, but she didn't understand why he was angry.

"It's not a trivial matter; it's a very important one."

Murong Yu scoffed, "Tell me, how is it important?"

"Your Majesty, did you come to see me?"

He seemed a little impatient. "Just say what you have to say."

"I got drunk yesterday, and when I woke up the next day, I found a brocade box on my bedside table." She took it out to show him.

Murong Yu raised an eyebrow, took it, opened it, glanced at it, and then took it out.

"Don't take it out, don't look at it." Yun Xiyue excitedly snatched it away and hid it in her palm.

"Is it really you?"

Murong Yu rubbed his forehead. "I was drunk last night too, and I have a bit of a headache now... I can't remember anything."

"This is a hangover soup sent by the Imperial Concubine. Your Majesty will feel better after taking a sip." Yun Xiyue stepped forward and presented the soup to him.

"If you don't want it, take it away."

Eunuch Fu immediately came in, took the soup away, and had someone bring over a fresh bowl of hangover soup.

"Young Miss, His Majesty has a headache, please take care of him."

Yunxi Yue: "......"

"Your Majesty, why don't you drink some hangover soup? Let me rub your head."

"Hmm." Murong Yu glanced at her, then took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his chair, waiting for her to come and massage him.

Yun Xiyue wiped her hands and stepped forward to massage his temples.

After a while, the man actually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Her hands were getting tired, so she stopped. "Your Majesty?"

She thought he was asleep, but to her surprise, he suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.

Yunxiyue sat on him, her arms wrapped around him.

"You can drink the rest of the hangover soup." The man held her waist tightly, rested his chin on her shoulder, and closed his eyes, looking somewhat drowsy.

"If Your Majesty is tired, you may rest on the small couch next to you."

"Then you'll come along?"

Yun Xiyue quickly shook her head, "No, I have other matters to attend to and will not disturb Your Majesty's rest."

Murong Yu then raised his head but showed no intention of letting go of her. "Don't you want to know who sent the brocade box?"

"Was it really you?"

"No."

Yun Xiyue asked nervously, "Who is that?"

"do not know."

The man then released her.

“Your Majesty…” Yun Xiyue looked at him in astonishment.

Just then, Eunuch Fu's voice came from outside, "Prime Minister..."

"I have other matters to attend to. Go to the side hall and wait for me. I will come to find you when I am done."

Yun Xiyue wanted to go back; she didn't want to stay here.

"Your Majesty, just tell me if it's you? If it is, I won't tell anyone. If others find out, I..."

Murong Yu laughed and said, "Do you think I would do such a thing?"

"..."

"If you want to know who it is, then wait for me in the side hall. I will have someone investigate. If you don't want to know, then you may leave the palace. You don't need to come looking for me again unless necessary."

Why are you getting so angry?

I felt like he was on fire today.

Yun Xiyue's eyes widened, and she looked completely innocent.

“Miss Yun is very capable. Even if I don’t help you, plenty of men will help you find out the truth.” Murong Yu glanced at her, looking displeased, and gestured for someone to come in and ask her to leave.