"Since we can't stand each other, we are just trying to stay together because we are just suspicious of each other. In the end, we will separate sooner or later. Since we are destined to separate, it is better to separate later than sooner. At least, you and I don't have to suffer so much anymore."

His words exploded in Mu Qingwan's mind like a bomb, making her entire mind go blank and her body froze in place for a long time, unable to move.

She stared at him blankly for a long time, and when she saw that his eyes were cold and cold, and no longer had the tenderness and doting of the past, she believed that these words really came from his mouth.

She thought she would cry, thought she would yell to refute him, but no, nothing. Her face was still calm, as calm as if she just heard him talk about what he wanted to eat today, what the weather was like today, etc.

.

But only she knew how much impact his words had. She suddenly felt that the palace courtyard she was in was as cold as an ice cave for a moment, freezing her blood and breathing even a little bit.

Can't feel any pain.

She didn't know how long it took before she heard her voice ringing in the empty hall. Those echoes hit her heart one after another, and she realized that a large piece of flesh and blood had been gouged out somewhere.

The whistling cold wind swept over her, and the pain was so painful that she felt helpless:

"Hey... those words just now... were not what you said, right... I must have heard wrong, right... how could you..."

As if he didn't think she was in pain enough, he turned around coldly, as if he was tired of looking at her again, and his words like ice thorns pushed her into hell again:

"You heard me right! I have made my point very clear. What you want is monogamy. You cannot have a husband with another woman. But I have my responsibilities. I cannot abandon my country for a woman."

Regardless of the people of Li, it is impossible to dissolve the harem for you alone. I used to think that I

I can do it, but in fact, I can't do it. You have your persistence, and I have my helplessness. Maybe this relationship was a mistake from the beginning. Since it is not suitable, then break up as soon as possible. You don't have to

No matter how hard you are to stay by my side, I don’t have to be in a dilemma between you and other concubines..."

Xia Houlie had never tasted this feeling. It was like his heart was being ripped away from his body bit by bit with a knife. He never knew that hurting the person he loved most was more painful than hurting himself. At this moment, he would rather

I was stabbed several times, but I didn't want to endure the pain.

Even with his back to her, he could still clearly see her tears, her sadness, her disappointment, her pain...

There was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and the heart-piercing pain made him unable to go on anymore. Fortunately, there was a noise outside. For a moment, he seemed to be freed from hell, and secretly developed a mouthful of turbidity.

Angry, he said:

"At this point, I don't think I need to say any more. Wipe your tears, someone is coming outside."

Mu Qingwan seemed not to hear it and still stood there blankly.

The sound of the palace door opening soon came, and the footsteps gradually approached the inner palace. Xia Houlie's brows moved, and the pain on his face disappeared, and it was instantly covered with frost. He suddenly turned around and pushed her away with a wave of his hand.

:

"Get out!"

Mu Qingwan was caught off guard and took several steps back. After all, she still couldn't stand firm and fell hard to the ground. She was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time. She stared straight at Xia Houlie's face, her lips trembled and she spoke.

Before he could say anything, Zhou Churuo had already walked in.

The unique fragrance of gardenia on her body spread to the tip of her nose, making Mu Qingwan bite her lip hard to prevent tears from falling again. However, the grievance and pain in her heart felt like a lump in her throat, making her extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as Zhou Churuo came in, he heard an angry shout. He raised his eyebrows and saw a delicate-looking palace maid lying on the ground. Her face was pale and she was crying so hard that there were broken porcelain pieces on the table and on the ground.

Hot porridge.

Her long eyelashes blocked the secret joy in her eyes. She raised a charming smile and walked towards Xia Houlie. Regardless of his frosty face at the moment, she took his arm affectionately. Seeing that he didn't refuse, she even beamed with joy.

While helping him sit down on the imperial concubine's couch on the other side, he said angrily to Mu Qingwan who was still sitting on the ground:

"Why didn't you pack your things and go down after being scolded by the emperor? Are you sitting there hoping to ask someone to help you get up? You are such an ignorant maidservant!"

Only then did Mu Qingwan realize that she was in the palace now, and her identity was just a palace maid, not the former queen.

Seeing Zhou Churuo's arrogance, she didn't feel any hatred in her heart. She just subconsciously looked at Xia Houlie. His eyes had already turned to Zhou Churuo sitting in his arms, completely forgetting that she was there.

At this moment, his face was no longer as cold as before, and his eyes looked at Zhou Churuo with a bit of tenderness. He hugged her affectionately and allowed her to drink the bird's nest porridge one by one. There was even a touch of satisfaction on the corner of his mouth.

smile.

She finally understood what he meant by "someone will deliver it later". It turned out that someone had already prepared breakfast for him.

Compared to the bird's nest porridge and white fungus and lotus seed soup that Zhou Churuo had, the sweet-scented osmanthus porridge she cooked was really vulgar.

A wry smile appeared on the corners of her lips. She looked at the smashed bowl in her hand and the poured-out osmanthus porridge. She suddenly felt that everything before her was very ridiculous.

The man who once swore he only loved himself is now eating breakfast cooked by another woman, enjoying the tender service of another woman, and abandoning her like a worn-out shoe.

What a ridiculous play this must be.

She didn't understand why things had developed to this point in just a few days.

He was obviously fine when he came back from the suburbs that day, but everything changed the day after he was injured.

During the day, he was picky about her every move. At night, he no longer hugged her to sleep, or even took the initiative to approach her. In the past few days, the two of them had had very few peaceful conversations.

She had also wondered whether the deterioration of his wound was hidden from her, but later she diagnosed him and found that his pulse was still normal. When she asked other doctors, they also said that the emperor's body would recover after a few days of cultivation.

She had no other explanation except blaming his change on her words that day that really hurt him and made him no longer have any trust or hope in this relationship.

However, she didn't understand, since he had decided to separate from her, why he was still willing to use his body to block the arrow for her, and why he was still willing to protect her to the death to prevent her from getting hurt.

She was suddenly confused. Perhaps this man was too difficult to understand. She thought she knew him well enough. However, it was proved once again that she still overestimated herself.

She listened numbly to their affectionate words and absentmindedly picked up the pieces on the ground. She didn't know how she walked out of the tender inner hall. She only knew that her mind was very messy, as messy as

There were tens of millions of people making noises and fighting inside, so she couldn't get a moment's peace.

I sat in a daze for a long time in the side hall, and when I came to my senses again, it was already evening.

She was about to get up, but her legs were numb after sitting for a long time, so she quickly fell back when she stood up. She subconsciously used her hands to support herself.

"Hiss..." A heartbreaking pain suddenly came from her finger. She looked down and found that there was a big cut on her finger. The blood that flowed out made her entire left hand red. The blood stains had dried up.

The thick smell of rust is choking your nostrils.

She stared blankly at the large piece of broken skin, but couldn't feel any pain. While she was in a daze, she suddenly heard an exclamation in her ears:

"Mother, you are injured!"

She looked up blankly and saw that it was Chu Yunxiu.

Seeing her hurriedly getting ointment and about to treat her wound, she stopped her and asked:

"Aunt Chu, where is the emperor?"

In the past, Chu Yunxiu always spoke very neatly, but today he did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked around and said:

"My dear, why are you so careless? You don't apply medicine when you are injured. But if you are infected, you don't..."

"Aunt Chu!" Mu Qingwan interrupted her, stood up, looked straight into her eyes, and asked again in a deep voice: "Where is the Emperor?"

Even for a person like Chu Yunxiu who was used to seeing wind and waves, she couldn't help but feel weak when faced with Mu Qingwan's intimidating momentum. She lowered her head and stammered:

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, he... he is in the Dragon Palace..."

Seeing that Mu Qingwan was about to walk out after hearing this, Chu Yunxiu immediately grabbed her and said:

"Empress, you'd better not go..."

"Auntie." Mu Qingwan looked at her anxious look and thought of Xia Houlie and Zhou Churuo's affectionate appearance during the day. She suddenly seemed to have figured out something. Her face suddenly turned pale and her voice became hoarse. She

I closed my eyes to calm myself down, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw a look of determination:

"Let me go."

Seeing her look like this, Chu Yunxiu knew that he could no longer persuade her, so he had to let go and followed her nervously out of the side hall.

Mu Qingwan's steps were very careful, but extremely firm, and her eyes were fixed on the door leading to the inner hall. Every step was like stepping on her heart.

In the past, she thought she was strong enough, calm enough, smart enough, and rational enough, but now, all these have faded away.

The image of Xia Houlie and other women rolling around on the dragon couch where she once lay appeared in her mind. Her heart felt like hot oil had been poured on it, tearing and colicing in waves.
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