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In the study, a gentle breeze seeped through the window screens, bringing a refreshing touch.
Murong Yao stepped in quietly, her gaze falling on Tuoba Gui, who was sitting calmly at the desk, his eyes deep and seemingly having finished reading the memorial in his hand. Her heart stirred slightly, and her intuition told her that this memorial was closely related to herself.
She bowed and spoke in a clear and gentle voice, "Your Majesty, I heard that you summoned the Minister's wives?"
Tuoba Gui looked up with sharp eyes, scanning Murong Yao's face as if searching for an answer. He calmly said, "Hmm, I want to hear your opinion on something."
Murong Yao felt a tightness in her chest, unsure of what kind of questions she was about to face, but she knew she had to answer carefully. She lowered her head slightly and replied gently, "Your Majesty, please ask, and the Minister's wives will do their best to answer."
Tuoba Gui gazed at her, a hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes. "There are rumors in the court that a country without an heir is no longer a country. What is your opinion?"
This question shook Murong Yao to the core. The relationship between her and Tuoba Gui was far beyond what a mere written engagement could define.
She struggled internally, but also knew that this was an unavoidable issue.
Her eyes trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this matter concerns the fate of the nation. The Minister's wives have already stated that they will abide by Your Majesty's decision."
A hint of doubt flashed in Tuoba Gui's eyes, but ultimately he nodded, his voice tinged with concern. "Very well, I will give it careful consideration. Has the imperial hospital been properly taking care of your health these past few days?"
Murong Yao felt a pang in her heart, understanding the meaning behind it. She bowed deeply and whispered, "Yes, the imperial hospital sends soup and medicine four times a day. If there are no other instructions, Minister's wives will take their leave first."
Tuoba Gui nodded gently, indicating for her to leave. Murong Yao walked lightly out of the study, but a storm was raging in her heart.
Back at the Silent Palace, she sat alone by the window, gazing at the moonlight outside, her heart filled with conflict: the complex emotions towards Tuoba Gui, the deep loyalty to her homeland, all intertwined in her heart, forming an inexplicable web of emotions.
After dinner, Murong Yao had just finished drinking the bitter medicine and was preparing to go to bed.
At this moment, a series of gentle knocks suddenly interrupted her peace. The voice of a maid came from outside the door: "Your Highness, the Emperor has issued an edict, requesting Your Highness to immediately go to the Imperial Garden."
Murong Yao was slightly startled. She knew that this was a rare summons from Tuoba Gui at night, as he usually spent this time reviewing memorials. She quickly tidied up her appearance and walked towards the imperial garden.
In the imperial garden, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and the moonlight was like water. Tuoba Gui stood alone among the flowers, his figure appearing particularly lonely in the moonlight.
Murong Yao approached and greeted softly, "Your Majesty, are you looking for the Minister's wives for something?"
Tuoba Gui turned around, his eyes showing a subtle and hard-to-detect tenderness, "Come here, and let's appreciate the moon together."
Murong Yao trembled in her heart, she walked to Tuoba Gui's side, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder. In the moonlight, her shadow overlapped with Tuoba Gui's.
Tuoba Gui's voice was deep and powerful: "Do you know, under this moonlight, your shadow is not alone with mine."
Murong Yao's heart couldn't help but race, and she whispered, "Your Majesty, the Minister's wives don't understand your meaning."
Tuoba Gui turned his head, his gaze fixed on Murong Yao: "Under this moonlight, we are the closest. I won't ask about your past; I'm willing to be with you in this present moment."
Murong Yao's eyes showed a hint of shock, she never expected Tuoba Gui to express such emotions to her.
More precisely, it was the face similar to Master that revealed these emotions. A kind of excitement she had never experienced surged in her heart.
"What kind of feeling is this?" Murong Yao asked herself in her heart.
However, she quickly dismissed this emotion from her mind. The person in front of her was the destroyer of her country, the creator of war, the other side of Master who had been corrupted by darkness. She could not, and should not, trust him.
Murong Yao Converging her mind, she knew her position, every word, every action, could affect her destiny.
She took a deep breath and responded calmly, "I understand the Emperor's kindness. But as a captive, how dare I stand side by side with the Emperor?"
A complex emotion flashed in Tuoba Gui's eyes as he quietly looked at Murong Yao, as if trying to understand her inner thoughts. After a while, he said softly, "Murong Yao, I know you have hatred, sorrow, and your own pride in your heart. But tonight, I am not the Emperor of Northern Wei, and you are not the princess of Southern Yan. We are just two people who have met under the moonlight."
Murong Yao slightly raised her head, the moonlight shining on her face, making her eyes even brighter. The struggle in her heart was like the clouds in the night sky, unpredictable. She knew that this man, whether it was Tuoba Gui or the Xuan Hua Emperor Lord, had already left an indelible mark on her destiny.
She whispered, "Your Majesty, no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it cannot illuminate the darkness in the hearts of Minister's wives. The homeland of Minister's wives has perished, and her loved ones are scattered. Minister's wives only hopes to live quietly, no longer entangled in hatred."
Tuoba Gui Listening to her words, he fell silent. He knew that the heart of this woman was as hard as the meteor in the distant starry sky, not easily moved.
They stood quietly like this, without speaking again. The fragrance of flowers drifted with the night breeze, and the moonlight washed over the imperial garden and the complex emotions of the two.
In the end, Tuoba Gui broke the silence and said, "Murong Yao, will you remember my words tonight in the future?"
Murong Yao nodded, her heart in turmoil but her face maintaining a calm demeanor. "I will remember the Emperor's teachings, Minister's wives."
Tuoba Gui With a faint smile, there was a hint of sorrow in her expression: "That's good. You should go back now. The night is as cold as water, don't let the chill invade your body."
Murong Yao She bowed and turned away. Her steps were light, but the weight in her heart was as heavy as a thousand pounds. She knew that the conversation of this night would become an indelible part of her memory.
Returning to her own palace, Murong Yao sat alone by the window, gazing at the moon outside, feeling lost in her heart.
She didn't know if she should hold even a glimmer of hope for Tuoba Gui, or if she should steadfastly guard her heart and not be swayed by any emotions.
It's late at night, and everything in the palace has fallen silent. Murong Yao lies down gently, but she knows that tonight, she may have trouble falling asleep.
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