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Earlier, Qingya was quite unclear about why she was heading to the Eternal Spring Palace.
It wasn't until she reached a spot not far from the palace that she was astonished to discover a vast expanse of pure white plum blossoms blooming proudly in the originally empty courtyard. The plum grove resembled a sea of white flowers, breathtakingly beautiful.
"This grove wasn't here before, was it?" Qingya turned to Xiyue, her eyes filled with confusion.
Xiyue did not answer her question; instead, he smiled and took her hand, leading her deeper into the grove.
As they passed under the trees adorned with vibrant plum blossoms, a sense of melancholy washed over Qingya, and a complex emotion flickered in her eyes.
When they finally reached the heart of the grove, they found a pavilion that had been built there at some unknown time.
On the stone table lay a pot of fine sake, gently steaming. Pure white plum petals drifted down onto the table, mingling with the faint aroma of the warm wine, warming the heart.
"You once said that if there were this fragrant plum grove, sitting under the trees in the cold winter months while savoring fine sake and watching the red plums sprout green and the white plums stand proud against the snow, one would never grow tired of it even in a lifetime," Xiyue said, looking at Qingya, whose eyes were slightly misty.
He would never forget every word she had spoken; he silently supported her in everything she did. He was patiently waiting for the moment her heart would open to him.
In that instant, Xiyue felt willing to give his life for Qingya, his gaze filled with deep affection.
"When did you move this plum grove here? I had no idea," Qingya said, her heart heavy yet gradually becoming clearer as if Xiyue had lifted layers of fog from her mind.
What he didn’t know was that her love for the plum grove stemmed from it being the favorite of the Seventh Prince.
But now she had truly fallen in love with the pure white plum trees, untouched by any filth, because they were a heartfelt gift from Xiyue. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
"As long as Qingya likes it, that's enough," he said with a smile, gently embracing Mu Qingya. She would never know that he had braved the cold rain to move each of those plum trees along with the palace attendants. A hint of satisfaction glimmered in his gaze.
Today, due to state affairs, Xiyue did not accompany Qingya to the Fish Pond.
However, he still thoughtfully arranged for a Mink Fur mat to be delivered to Qingya, handing it over while saying, "Do not kneel on the ground anymore; it's the depths of winter, and I fear you might catch a chill."
From a distance, one could see a woman dressed in emerald palace attire standing by the Fish Pond, carefully feeding the fish.
As Qingya approached, the woman turned her head. Upon recognizing her, she exclaimed in surprise, "Jia Rong?"
Ling Jiarong heard her call and turned to glance at Qingya. A complex expression flashed in her eyes before she broke into a smile and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to take Qingya's hand. " Sister Mu, how have you been in the palace?"
"Jia Rong, I haven't seen you since that day. Where have you been?" Qingya looked at the woman before her with concern, slightly furrowing her brow as she scrutinized Ling Jiarong.
Ling Jiarong nodded with a smile and handed her the fish food. "I've come to terms with things and returned to the Wangfu. The prince treats me very well and says he will marry me."
Ling Jiarong's words made Qingya's hand tremble slightly as she took the fish food; it felt as if a needle had sharply pricked her heart, causing a wave of pain.
Yet she managed to mask her expression well; only that fleeting moment of sorrow was caught by Ling Jiarong's keen eyes.
After handing all the fish food to Qingya, Ling Jiarong smiled and said, "Sister, I must take my leave now; I'm afraid the prince will come looking for me again."
Qingya forced a smile, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, as her gaze followed Ling Jiarong's gradually fading figure.
Once Ling Jiarong disappeared from sight, it felt as if all her strength had been drained in an instant. Her eyes, vacant and lifeless, stared at the Fish Pond. In that moment, she noticed the fish food floating on the water's surface, yet not a single fish surfaced to consume it.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she raised her hand to bring the fish food closer to her nose for a sniff, only to be overwhelmed by a pungent odor that caused a wave of discomfort in her chest, making her lean back slightly.
Seeing this, the maids nearby rushed forward in alarm to support her.
Qingya gently waved her hand and nodded lightly, instructing, "It's nothing. Come with me to the plum grove for some fine wine."
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