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Chapter 7: Under the Maternal Influence
Sitting together with a common enemy, Wen Qingyu could hardly swallow her food.
She set down her jade chopsticks. "I’m full. The Emperor is busy with state affairs; please return."
Yan Zhi Xi's smile suddenly froze on his face. He understood that at this moment, there was no reason for him to linger any longer in the presence of Wen Qingyu's indifference.
However, he did not stand up. He remained seated, his hands clenched tightly on his lap, the knuckles turning white.
Wen Qingyu raised her gaze to him, her restrained look piercing his heart like a knife.
Yan Zhi Xi, this is all your own doing. He forced a smile and after a long pause said, "Qing'er, tomorrow I plan to announce that you will be made Empress."
Wen Qingyu's calm was shattered. After staring at Yan Zhi Xi for a long time, she spoke each word slowly: "Yan Zhi Xi, do you really want to drive me to my death?"
Outside the window, snow fell thickly, enveloping the world in silence.
That day, Wen Qingyu's expression was filled with rage; the ceremony for her coronation as Empress was only postponed.
But Yan Zhi Xi did not give up. In this world, only Wen Qingyu was worthy of this position. He wanted to give her everything she loved most in the world so that she could share in the glory of the realm under her maternal influence.
Right now, Wen Qingyu was unwilling, but he could wait patiently. Everything he owed her would be repaid in time.
On the eve of the Spring Festival, the largest snowfall of winter arrived.
The entire palace was wrapped in silver, and Rui Xi was very happy, pulling Wen Qingyu along, saying, "I've never seen such heavy snow in the Western Regions."
As the saying goes, "A timely snow promises a good harvest." Wen Qingyu's gloomy mood was also lifted by this beautiful scene.
She teased Rui Xi, "Since you love snow so much, why not stay in the Central Plains and marry a Han person?"
"Sure!" Rui Xi replied shamelessly, "But if I marry, it has to be someone I like."
Upon hearing this, Wen Qingyu's hand trembled slightly. She had once insisted on marrying Yan Zhi Xi, just as she had with Minister Wen, who had furiously asked her, "Do you know how treacherous the inner palace is? What if the emperor doesn't like you?"
"What if he doesn't like you?"
Wen Qingyu didn't know how she managed to ask that question. She had once confidently believed that the emperor would never dislike her.
Because that person had promised to marry her in the future.
"I will treat him well and make him like me. If he really can't like me, then I will like him until I no longer dislike him," Rui Xi said with a smile, her eyes sparkling, looking nothing like someone who was sad.
Wen Qingyu touched Rui Xi's chubby cheeks, a desolate curve appearing at the corners of her lips. "Rui Xi, I hope you can always be this pure and happy."
You shouldn't have to experience the pain of unrequited love.
Suddenly, a green and yellow bird landed on the windowsill, knocking over the vase on the table.
Rui Xi jumped up with a gasp, cradling the Yellow Bird in her hands, and gently pulled out a note from under its wing.
Wen Qingyu leaned in to take a look. The note was written in characters she couldn't understand, but she sensed that it was from Chasing Wind.
"Is it from Chasing Wind?" Wen Qingyu asked nervously.
Rui Xi finished reading the note and had already put away her smile, nodding, "Yes."
Yan Zhi Xi was someone who would seek revenge for even the smallest grievances. For the past two months, Wen Qingyu had been worried about Chasing Wind's safety, and now she finally felt relieved. However, she also noticed something was off with Rui Xi. "What's wrong with him?"
"My brother," Rui Xi said, "the defenses in the New Year's Eve palace have relaxed; he will come to rescue us from the palace."
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