His first impression was that she had been wronged! Who could have hurt her so in this place? Even with her current favor, who would dare?
He approached her carefully, gently touching her forehead. As she felt his touch, she slightly trembled, lifting her head with teary, blurred eyes. Seeing it was the Emperor, she forced a dry smile and quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting to show her vulnerability.
“Your Majesty, why are you here without announcing yourself? I would have come to welcome you,” she said weakly, trying to support herself.
Mu Lengchen simply swept her into his arms, paying no mind to her surprise.
Mei Siyu looked intently at her husband, who had once cast her into the Cold Palace. His beautiful phoenix eyes, straight nose, sensual thin lips, and perfect physique were breathtakingly handsome! Being with such a beautiful man was indeed a pleasure, but remembering the Empress Dowager’s words made her eyes well up with painful tears.
She nestled into his embrace, her tears soaking his imperial robes. Mu Lengchen was surprised to see the usually bold Mei Siyu so vulnerable, gently stroking her back as she softly sobbed.
“What’s wrong? Can you tell me?” he asked, lifting her face and wiping away her tears, feeling his heart tighten at her distress.
“Can I just stay like this for a while?” she asked, nestling into his embrace without waiting for an answer, her arms loosely around his waist.
He stopped questioning her, his hawk-like eyes watching the weeping woman in his arms, already guessing the cause.
“Yuer, would you like to leave the palace for a walk? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he tentatively asked.
Mei Siyu looked up in disbelief, asking him to repeat his words, hardly believing what she’d heard.
Their conversation continued with playful banter, ultimately leading to a potential outing together, marking a tender moment between them.
