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"What did you say? You almost made Pu'er jump into the river! What do you want?!"
As Long Huan climbed ashore, holding the soaked Consort Chang, he unleashed a torrent of curses at Minjin. His once beautiful eyes now burned with resentment as they fixed on her.
"What do you mean what do I want? It's clearly you who wants something!"
Minjin felt her head buzzing from his shout. She glanced at the trembling Consort Chang nestled in Long Huan's arms, and her anger flared up. She shouted back, disregarding her image.
"Your Majesty, Pu'er is so cold."
Consort Chang’s quivering voice flowed like a gentle stream, seemingly extinguishing the flames of tension in the air.
With delicate fingers, she weakly tugged at Long Huan's drenched shirt, looking pitiful as she spoke.
"Consort Chang, tell me! Have I ever said anything out of line to you?" Minjin glared with wide eyes, blocking their path.
"Please don’t push me... please..." Consort Chang curled closer to Long Huan, fearfully shaking her head, as if she wished to avoid revisiting old grievances. Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.
"You!" Minjin was left speechless, stunned by her demeanor. She stared in shock, unable to form a coherent response.
Long Huan let out a cold laugh, choosing not to look at her again as he carried Consort Chang away from the pavilion.
At the moment he brushed past her, Minjin distinctly heard his scornful snort. She had aspired to be the Empress, to win his heart, and believed that one day she could claim it.
So she married into the Forbidden City, only to find herself entangled in a web of intrigue and scheming. Despite all her efforts, she still couldn't catch even a glance from Long Huan.
As she returned to Palace of Gathered Elegance, snow began to fall from the sky.
A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the Red Plum Tree in the yard. Perhaps due to the cold weather, only a few flower buds remained, yet to bloom.
“Damn Long Huan! I’ll kick you to death!”
Minjin tilted her head, making a fierce expression as she lifted her leg and brought her heavy flower pot shoes down hard on the unbloomed plum tree.
The tree couldn’t withstand her fierce kick; with a rustling sound, a large amount of snow fell and landed squarely on her.
“They even bully me through trees, damn Consort Chang!” Minjin fumed, clenching her fist tightly until her knuckles turned white.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and forcefully pulled her aside.
Before her stood Long Huan, his face still etched with anger. His once handsome brows were now furrowed in annoyance, giving him a somewhat comical appearance.
“If you dare to harm Pu'er even a little more, I will have your skin flayed!”
Long Huan’s threat sounded colder than the winter itself to those who heard it.
After saying this, Long Huan showed no intention of staying any longer and turned to leave.
Watching his haughty figure walk away, Minjin felt a surge of anger rising within her.
Since their marriage, this was Long Huan’s first visit to Palace of Gathered Elegance, and it was all for Consort Chang.
“Long Huan!” Her reckless voice called out behind him. Long Huan stopped in frustration, but just as he turned around, a snowball flew toward him and hit him squarely in the face, the shattered snow scattering amusingly down his cheeks.
“Borjigit Minjin!” Long Huan’s eye twitched in anger as he glared at her, his eyes reddening with fury as he prepared to charge at her.
"Yes! Remember that I am Borjigit Minjin, the Jiu Gege of the Khorchin Grassland! You can't just wrongfully accuse me!"
Seeing his furious approach, Minjin casually scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at him. Long Huan, infuriated, went wild but couldn't catch the girl who was more cunning than a fox. He could only grab some snow from the ground and throw it back at her.
Time passed, and eventually, Minjin could no longer escape. She let Long Huan tackle her to the ground.
"I can't run anymore; do whatever you want—hit or scold me, it's all up to you."
Minjin looked at Long Huan, who was now so close, and felt a moment of panic.
This was the first time she had seen Long Huan from such a close distance. His plain face resembled bone china washed clean with water—pure white and untouched by worldly dust.
Long Huan gazed at her rosy cheeks and felt an impulse to bite them.
Before he realized it, he heard Minjin's shrill scream, akin to a pig being slaughtered, and he found himself actually biting her cheek.
"What are you doing?" Minjin pushed him away in pain, shaking off the snow that clung to her green robe.
"I'm leaving first," Long Huan said awkwardly as he lowered his head, trying to hide the strange flush on his cheeks. He stood up, brushed off his robe, and walked back.
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