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"Mu Qingya, dignified and virtuous, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Consort Ya. You shall move into the Eternal Spring Palace starting today. This is my decree!"
As the Eunuch finished reading the imperial edict, he stepped forward, smiling as he helped Mu Qingya up from the ground. "Your Highness, please rise quickly. Gather your things and head to the Eternal Spring Palace."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Qingya stood up and slowly accepted the edict from the Eunuch's hands, her gaze calm.
Once everyone had dispersed, the room fell silent.
The palace maids had gone to her chamber to pack her belongings. In that fleeting moment, she caught sight of Ling Jiarong, who looked pale as she stared at her, her once bright eyes now filled with resentment, as if they could devour her whole.
"In the end, it was still someone from our own side who tripped you up, causing quite a fall!" Heluo Yun glanced at the two women and covered her mouth with a hand as she chuckled lightly, her eyes full of mockery.
Pan Xueying tugged at Heluo Yun's sleeve, signaling her to hold her tongue, worry etched in her expression.
"Jia Rong," Qingya called softly.
"Such a title from you, Your Highness, I truly cannot accept." As soon as Qingya spoke her name, Ling Jiarong's deliberately harsh words cut her off, filled with bitterness.
"Jia Rong, since you weren't selected, why not return to your family? The Seventh Prince is still waiting for you."
Qingya looked at the woman before her and offered kind advice. Yes, the Seventh Prince would indeed be waiting for her.
That Mu Qingya would never win the favor of the man she loved—Ling Jiarong held his heart. A bittersweet feeling welled up within her.
"It turns out this is the reason you are vying for the position of consort with me!" Ling Jiarong took two steps back, looking at Mu Qingya in disbelief, her eyes wide open.
She bit her lip tightly, tears glistening in her eyes as she coldly uttered the words that pierced Qingya's heart: "Unless you achieve my goal, don’t even think about making me leave!"
After saying that, she turned and quickly left the Warm Pavilion, leaving Qingya stunned in place, her expression filled with complex emotions. She sighed lightly, raising her eyes to watch Jiarong's departing figure, feeling a wave of melancholy wash over her.
That night, the moonlight was cool, casting its glow on every corner of the Court, indifferent to the sorrow, bitterness, love, and hatred within the depths of the palace.
When Qingya saw the emperor's palanquin approaching, a sense of panic surged within her. She took a deep breath and hurriedly ordered someone to tend to the charcoal fire in the room and light some incense before sitting down at the chessboard, feigning calmness.
As Xiyue entered the room, he found Qingya staring blankly at a set of unfinished chess pieces, her gaze somewhat vacant.
He walked closer slowly, a gentle smile on his face as he embraced Qingya softly, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear with tender care.
Just as Qingya was about to kneel to pay her respects, he gently inserted a beautifully crafted white jade longevity hairpin into her hair.
"Your Majesty." She wanted to say something but was held tighter by Xiyue from behind. Yet she could distinctly feel his soft whispers against her ear.
"Qingya, I know there is someone in your heart; I only hope you do not hate me or despise me." His voice was soft but carried an undeniable firmness.
Everyone inside and outside the Court knew that the emperor favored Consort Ya.
For her sake, he was willing to do anything—even pluck stars from the sky if necessary.
Mu Qingya knelt by the pond, slowly feeding the brightly colored koi with fish food. Occasionally, her fingertips brushed against the icy water's surface, causing her to shiver slightly and furrow her brow.
Xiyue had initially opposed her feeding the fish this way, but Qingya insisted that sincerity was all that mattered. It seemed as if the fish in this Fish Pond had grown increasingly sentient; even the rarely seen dragonfish often leaped out of the water.
As soon as she stood up, Xiyue hurriedly bent down to gently massage her knees, concern evident in his eyes.
The palace attendants witnessed this tender act daily, yet each time it filled their hearts with warmth, bringing smiles of contentment to their faces.
Deep within Qingya, a part of her heart began to thaw like a small corner of an iceberg. After spending so many days together, she couldn’t deny being touched by the Emperor's care, sincerity, and affection; a flicker of emotion crossed her eyes.
“Qingya, may I take you to see a place?” Xiyue asked with a smile as he stood up and looked at her.
As she nodded in agreement, Xiyue took Qingya's hand and led her toward the Eternal Spring Palace.
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