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The Emperor grew increasingly curious about what kind of unusual appearance could make the entire capital so gossipy.
For the first time, he ventured out of the palace in disguise and quickly earned the title of "Tasteless." He decided to disregard any consequences and boldly asked, "Could you please tell me where that girl has gone?"
"She was too much of a distraction for our business here, so we asked her to move away from this main street to a small alley at the far east," an honest aunt replied.
By the time Tang Hezhao finally found the Blonde Girl, it was already evening.
She had been chased from place to place until she ended up outside the city. When Tang Hezhao saw her, she was crouched at the entrance of a dilapidated temple, her small frame curled up into a ball, looking utterly pitiful.
Tang Hezhao's heart stirred.
She was different from the exotic woman he had imagined; she resembled a princess sleeping among Petals of the Moon Rose, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch her.
Having grown accustomed to fighting on the battlefield, he felt a precious sense of tenderness toward such a delicate and fragile person.
As his thoughts swirled, Tang Hezhao found himself unable to resist moving closer to the girl.
Her face was buried in her arms, golden hair cascading like a waterfall. He could only see a small patch of skin near her ear that was much fairer than anyone else's, which piqued his curiosity and made him want to see what she looked like.
Suddenly, the girl stirred. She lowered her head as she attempted to stand up but wobbled unsteadily after squatting for so long, nearly collapsing onto the ground.
Tang Hezhao quickly stepped forward, extending his long arm to catch her and gently supporting her against his chest. "Be careful, miss."
The girl shivered slightly, perhaps startled by Tang Hezhao's warmth, and looked up in alarm.
Tang Hezhao discreetly took in her appearance. She bore some resemblance to the Hu people but was even fairer, especially her eyes, which seemed to hold the vastness of the sky within them, appearing incredibly lively.
Delilah was astonished! This man who had appeared like a ghost was more handsome than anyone she had seen in the capital!
In fact, he was even more charming than many movie stars and singers she had encountered back in England before her journey here.
It might not be entirely accurate to say he was simply good-looking; there was an innate nobility about him. Though his demeanor exuded authority, his expression at that moment was gentle, making her instinctively want to draw closer and…
"Smack—"
Deliris's face flushed suddenly. Although she was British, she had been raised in a traditional Chinese family since childhood, and she never expected to be so bold!
Tang Hezhao was also stunned, covering his face because he had never imagined such a situation. For a moment, he could only stammer, "Y-You... you kissed me!"
"Smack!" At the same time, far away in the imperial palace, the Grand Master accidentally shattered his beloved Celadon Vase. He looked up at the stars in the sky, pinching his fingers, nearly moved to tears.
"Red Luan Star Movement, the Emperor's iron tree is finally going to bloom!"
In fact, if Tang Hezhao had already had consorts by his side, this Red Luan Star would not have stirred at all.
Logically speaking, the Emperor should have looked down upon such a poor commoner and pushed Deliris away with disdain, scolding her: "Bold commoner! How dare you be so presumptuous with me? As a woman, you should know modesty; it is truly detestable! Guards!"
Then Deliris would have been dragged out and executed.
Just beside them was the Ruined Temple; they could have taken her there directly, and this story would have ended with a touch of class tragedy.
However, the Emperor had just stabilized the realm and had never paid attention to women. In wartime, he could only see mares. Now, being kissed so unexpectedly left him at a loss.
The young girl stared at him with her bright eyes, and Tang Hezhao felt even more embarrassed. The first thought that crossed his mind was to run!
Just then, a guard beside him glanced at the darkening sky and said softly, "It's getting late..."
Tang Hezhao immediately turned around. "Why don't we head back? Miss, please stay; perhaps we will meet again!"
On the way back to the palace, Tang Hezhao's mind was in a whirl; he couldn't remember any of the paths he had taken. But eventually, he managed to reach his chamber. A maidservant came over to help him wash his hands and suddenly exclaimed, "Your Majesty, what is that in your hand?"
Only then did Tang Hezhao realize he was holding a bowl of light green... Ice Cream?
Without needing to think twice, he knew it must have been given to him by that golden-haired girl when he was leaving. His mind had been so chaotic that he hadn’t even noticed it.
Although it was dark and not too hot anymore, the Ice Cream had melted quite a bit into a green puddle... which was rather unappetizing.
Tang Hezhao frowned and shoved the small bowl into the palace maid's hands. "It's not anything precious, just take it and throw it away."
The palace maid bowed respectfully. "Yes." After saying that, she called over a young eunuch and instructed him to take it outside and dispose of it.
Tang Hezhao continued to frown. Seeing the eunuch about to leave the hall with the item, he hurriedly called out, "Wait!" After saying that, he felt a bit puzzled—what was he asking the eunuch to wait for?
In that brief moment, however, he found himself reluctant to part with the sticky green substance.
Unfortunately, the young eunuch had poor hearing and didn’t catch his command. He turned at the door and walked away.
This bowl of Ice Cream was nothing special, yet it left Tang Hezhao regretting for three consecutive days.
He justified his regret by thinking that now that peace had just been restored in the realm, as its ruler, he should set a good example and not waste food. Although this food looked a bit strange… it was still food!
Every day, Tang Hezhao engaged in this self-hypnosis—three times upon waking, three times before sleeping, and three times after lunch. For three days straight, even the palace maid beside him grew tired of hearing it. "Your Majesty, if you really miss that girl, why not go find her?"
Tang Hezhao immediately exploded in anger, refusing to admit it. "Who said that? Why would I go look for her? I am the Sovereign of the Nine-Five! Why should I lower myself to sneak out of the palace again? Does she even have that qualification?"
The palace maid laughed upon hearing this. "Whether she has that qualification or not… Your Majesty knows best in your heart. If you don’t want to find her, bringing her into the palace would also be an option."
"Well…" Tang Hezhao suddenly understood.
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