He remembered this clearly.
"Yes, Yao Xiaomeng, you have such a good memory. Don't talk about rules when you're with me."
The person in the flower-patterned robe laughed heartily and then said: "Now that you're Mu Madam, you definitely can't live in Qingchun Pavilion anymore. The Emperor has arranged another place for you, so don't send the reward elsewhere."
"Oh, is that so? So where are you going to have me live?"
Long Yutian coldly looked at Mu Xiaoxiao for a while, then barely opening his lips, he spat out a word: "Read."
"Read what?"
Xiao Xuanzi reacted quickly and immediately read: "Mu Xiaoxiao, receive the imperial decree." Just this sentence, then stopped, staring blankly at Mu Xiaoxiao.
Xiaoxiao became anxious: "Read!"
"Please Lady Li kneel to receive the decree."
Damn, now Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned. Long Yutian was focused on looking at the person in the flower-patterned robe, not even glancing at Mu Xiaoxiao. Just as Mu Xiaoxiao was about to explode, Long Yutian said: "Kneel to receive the imperial decree, this is a palace law." Still looking at Yao Xiaomeng.
Mu Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and knelt down. Thinking to herself, Long Yutian, I don't know you!
"By the Heavenly Mandate, the Emperor decrees: Mu Xiaoxiao, a virtuous and charming lady, has greatly pleased the Emperor. She is specially granted the title of Madam and bestowed residence in the Qibao Palace. So be it."
Xiao Xuanzi finished reading, rolled up the decree, and handed it to Mu Xiaoxiao: "Madam Mu, receive the decree."
Mu Xiaoxiao took the decree and smashed it on his head, then strode forward!
As she walked, she angrily thought: I, the gang leader, will not get lost in the hands of these powerful people. I have never been lost, so what if I've crossed over? I am still me, Mu Xiaoxiao! No matter who has power and means, I am still me!
You’re not an outsider.” In fact, she angrily threw her hairpin.
A few light words casually spoken by Xiao Xiao weighed like a thousand pounds in the Heart of the Flower-Clothed Person.
Night Talk 2
A few light words casually spoken by Xiao Xiao weighed like a thousand pounds in the Heart of the Flower-Clothed Person. When had anyone ever spoken to him like this? He had always been treated as a plaything, a male companion, a chess piece. When had anyone ever treated him like one of their own, like family?
Only this woman, this woman who suddenly appeared, would laugh with him, would chat and joke with him carelessly. She didn't know boundaries, she didn't care, she boldly played with him. She said, "You're not an outsider."
But this was too heavy, weighing down on his heart. He could only bury it deep inside, unable to discard it, unable to express it. He was destined to be a chess piece. The beauty brought by Xiao Xiao, he couldn't have it, yet he was increasingly immersed...
At this moment, he thought he would indulge just a little, just for a moment, tomorrow she would officially become Mu Furen...
Xiao Xiao was delighted at the sight of wine, a wine jar she had previously only seen in historical dramas. Suddenly feeling heroic: "Bring big bowls! We'll drink big and eat meat! Happily!"
But the Flower-Clothed Person was a musician, playing the qin and singing, his voice needed protection. So he never drank.
Now seeing Mu Xiao Xiao like this, he felt envious and simply picked up a big bowl, tilting his head to gulp it down!
After several drinks, he truly seemed drunk, his speech and behavior becoming unrestrained, laughing loudly while leaning on the table, swaying.
Xiao Xiao also became wild, taking off her wedding dress and throwing it on the ground, still not satisfied, jumping to stomp on it.
The Flower-Clothed Person, eyes blurry, asked: "Why take it off? And why stomp on it?"
In his heart was a hidden joy, like a lamp wick suddenly blooming with a momentary brilliant happiness.
Mu Xiao Xiao finished stomping, then sat down, muttering: "Who wants to wear this ugly dress, red is so vulgar!"
The Flower-Clothed Person turned to the maids: "Bring an outer garment for Mu Furen!"
"No," Xiao Xiao stopped them, looking at the Flower-Clothed Person: "Tell me, why won't he give me a wedding? Just because it's a contract? Damn, am I that bad, he doesn't love me! I'll make him love me!"
"Only during the grand wedding, only for the empress, can a grand ceremony be held. Other palace consorts are not allowed."
Mu Xiaoxiao’s eyes narrowed into crescent moons: “Hehe, my ideal is to conquer ancient times and collect all the handsome men! Yao Xiaomeng, do you have any beautiful friends? Introduce me to some…”
She hadn't finished speaking before falling over, with the person in flower-colored clothing quickly supporting her and helping her sit down.
All of this was observed by Long Yuetian.
After the banquet, he met with several confidants. When returning, he found Mu Xiaoxiao already asleep. He was about to leave but remembered it was their wedding night, so he stayed. He removed her shoes, gently laid her down, covered her with a blanket, and found his eyes unable to look away.
This woman was not beautiful, especially her eyes - extremely large on a very small face, looking quite out of proportion. Her eyes were the first thing one noticed, appearing abrupt. He had numerous concubines, many more beautiful than her. Yet, strangely, he always felt something special when seeing her. Each time, he had to remind himself that she was a spy with ulterior motives. He feared forgetting, feared things spinning beyond his control...
He possessed an entire kingdom, yet was merely an empty shell! Therefore, he must proceed cautiously, without the slightest mistake. Regarding Mu Xiaoxiao, he would rather believe in her potential threat than overlook any danger!
At this moment, watching her sleep, her small mouth pursed. Heh, she was only this quiet while sleeping, usually chattering like a sparrow. She turned, her face directly facing Long Yuetian, her hand supporting her cheek. Her face was small and plump, white and tender, adorably childlike.
A thought suddenly emerged in Long Yuetian's mind: Why not just be honest? Admit you're a spy, admit you were forced, promise to stop working for that person and stay by my side, and I'll forgive everything and make you my Mu Madam!
He was startled by this thought: How could he know she was coerced? How could he be sure she wasn't willing?
Where did such a thought come from? He was himself confused. Was it because her infant-like face stirred his paternal instincts? After years of marriage without children, perhaps this explained his tender feelings. He finally found a reason for himself and was quite excited. He lay down beside her and fell asleep.
Waking in the middle of the night, he discovered she was gone!
Am I supposed to pay to look at my own woman? Is there such an absurd theory in the world?”
