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Mu Qingya felt a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead. From the effects of the medicine, she guessed that Ling Jiarong had given her something that would induce fever. In a weak voice, she said, "I need to find a specific medicine."
"Please, don't hesitate to speak," the man replied, his eyes filled with concern as he held the frail woman tightly in his arms.
A slight smile curved at the corners of his mouth as he looked at her, a warmth in his gaze that he had never experienced before.
From just one glance, it was as if she had cast a spell on him, leaving him utterly captivated. In that moment, he felt certain that he would never love anyone else in this lifetime. His eyes were filled with deep affection and longing.
Mu Qingya weakly whispered the name of the medicine she sought. The man nodded gently, his expression softening as he carefully helped her sit up. He then turned to the Eunuch behind him and commanded with an air of authority, "Find that medicine and prepare it properly."
The Eunuch quickly bowed and respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty," before hurriedly getting to work.
Once Mu Qingya took the medicine, she gradually began to feel better, her complexion slowly regaining some color.
At that moment, she felt a cool touch on her forehead. Struggling to open her eyes, she saw the stunning man before her, focused and tenderly wiping away the sweat with a handkerchief.
For a brief moment, she was taken aback, her gaze slightly dazed. It was as if something stirred in her memory. She quickly sat up straight and forced a light smile as she looked at him.
"It's getting late; I need to go back," she said as she began to rise.
Just as she was about to turn away, he gently grasped her wrist. His exquisite features were captivating, and his lips parted slightly like dew-kissed petals. "My name is Xiyue. What about you?"
His gaze was fixed on her, filled with anticipation.
Qingya tilted her head slightly, observing the man before her. He wore a light gray Pipa-style coat, and at his waist hung a jade pendant with the character "Moon" carved at its end. She speculated silently, unable to discern his position within the palace.
“Mu Qingya.” After saying that, Qingya exerted a slight force to pull away from his warm grasp, hurrying into the dim depths of the night, leaving him with a gaze that lingered long after she had gone.
Behind her, the Eunuch approached cautiously and spoke softly, “Your Majesty, it is time to return. You still need to select a consort tomorrow.”
He did not hear what the Eunuch said; instead, he gazed in the direction she had vanished, a smile playing on his lips as he commanded with determination in his eyes.
The next day, all the beauties were meticulously adorned, dressed in exceptionally stunning attire. They wore exquisite jeweled hairpins atop their heads and donned intricately embroidered garments, each one resembling a blooming flower.
Ling Jiarong glanced around lightly. Not seeing Mu Qingya, she raised her lips into an attractive arc, a glimmer of pride flashing in her eyes.
The matron in charge slowly entered, surveying the room before frowning slightly and raising her voice to ask, “Where is Miss Qingya?”
“I’ve waited for my sister for half the day and haven’t seen her come out,” Ling Jiarong said with a worried expression as she stepped forward to address the matron, though there was a hint of barely concealed glee in her eyes.
Just then, Mu Qingya’s personal maid, Dongmei, walked in. Upon seeing the matron, she bowed respectfully and straightened up to say, “Miss Qingya seemed to have come down with a fever last night; I fear she cannot attend the selection in the hall.”
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