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As Dongmei's words fell, the three of them each harbored their own thoughts. Originally, Mu Qingya was the most difficult to deal with, and now that she could not participate, it aligned with everyone's intentions. Different expressions flickered in their eyes.
"Since that's the case, please follow this old woman," the matron sighed helplessly, turning to lead the remaining three Court Ladies outside the Warm Pavilion.
Inside the West Wing Pavilion, Qingya sat calmly at the table.
She gracefully lifted the teapot with her delicate hand and leisurely began to brew tea. As hot water poured into the pot, a faint plum blossom fragrance wafted up in delicate wisps, filling the room with its refreshing aroma.
"Little Mistress, why not go to the palace selection since there's nothing wrong?" Dongmei entered the room and saw Qingya leisurely sipping tea. Feeling quite indignant, she frowned and asked.
Mu Qingya smiled slightly, taking a few sips of tea before slowly raising her head. Her gaze drifted outside to the vast plum grove as she spoke softly, "If I do not wish to compete, it is better to follow her wishes."
Since her arrival at court, she had prepared herself not to engage in any conflicts with the Court Ladies. Moreover, there was someone in her heart she could not let go of, and she did not want to live a life filled with scheming and intrigue.
As Mu Qingya slowly stood up, Dongmei hurriedly draped a Mink Fur Cloak over her shoulders.
Qingya walked toward the door and stood beneath the Plum Tree. Gazing at its graceful form, her eyes became somewhat distant. In a moment of reverie, she recalled something and turned to Dongmei, instructing her to fetch scissors and a basket.
Carefully stepping onto a wooden chair, Qingya bent slightly and gently snipped off several branches adorned with blooming plum blossoms. Her eyes sparkled with affection as if she were admiring the most precious treasures in the world.
Xiyue witnessed this scene; dressed in a fiery red robe, she stood amidst the plum blossoms, appearing strikingly enchanting against their backdrop.
A delicate smile curved at the corners of his mouth as his eyes followed Mu Qingya without blinking.
Why was it that she wore a dress as fiery red as flames, yet her appearance was so pure? The harmony between the two left him silently amazed.
Seeing her standing unsteadily on the chair, Xiyue's heart tightened. He hurriedly stepped forward, extending his strong arms to support her swaying figure.
Qingya looked up in surprise at the man who had caught her. When she recognized him as the man from last night, dressed in a bright yellow robe adorned with Dragon Soars motifs that revealed his imperial aura, she felt a jolt of shock. Accepting his support, Qingya calmly stepped down from the chair and bowed slightly to the man before her.
"I apologize for my offense, Your Majesty," she said respectfully.
"Mu Qingya, you are one of the Court Ladies. Why did you not come to the palace selection?"
Xiyue gazed at the woman before him. Earlier in the grand hall, when he heard the matron announce that a Court Lady named Mu Qingya was unwell and would not attend the selection, his previously languid eyes widened in an instant. He quickly stood up, completely forgetting about the Court Ladies outside the hall, and hurried toward the Imperial Harem.
"I am indeed unwell, Your Majesty; you saw it for yourself last night." As soon as she finished speaking, he pulled her forcefully into his embrace.
In front of everyone, Xiyue leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Qingya instantly stiffened, her eyes wide open in shock, unsure of how to react as her face turned crimson.
"But you don't have a fever. Are you unwilling to be my consort?" Xiyue asked with a smile, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"I am willing," she replied softly in his arms, with no other choice.
Xiyue smiled and held Mu Qingya tightly in his embrace. However, when his wrist accidentally brushed against something warm that had fallen, his smile faltered slightly. He realized it was her tears.
Xiyue held her tightly in his embrace, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear, "Qingya, I will take good care of you."
Those words brought to Mu Qingya's mind the image of another person, and her chest felt as if it were being constricted by something, a flicker of pain crossing her eyes.
In the end, she could not escape… It felt as though a massive stone had fallen within her heart.
She could not understand why a ruler with such power would plead so earnestly to a woman.
Only holding his cool palm, she calmly replied, "From now on, I shall be Consort Ya, unwavering through the trials of time."
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