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Listening to the report from the people of the Ministry of War, Wen Tian feigned concentration, her gaze wandering off to the setting sun. Suddenly, a stunning sight caught her eye, causing her to flinch in pain.
It was… Tang Zhiyun and Ju Xiang? No, it couldn't be!
Ju Xiang was holding a string, and the kite soared freely in the sky, while Tang Zhiyun leisurely followed behind with jada flute in hand. From a distance, Wen Tian couldn't make out their expressions, but the joyous laughter pierced her ears, causing an inexplicable ache.
"Your Majesty… Your Majesty!" The female general beside her called out repeatedly.
"Hmm?" Wen Tian turned back, quickly adjusting her demeanor. "What is it, my dear minister?"
"The sky is darkening; should we conclude today's parade?"
"Yes, the soldiers have worked hard." Wen Tian made an exception and offered a few encouraging words to the sweaty troops below, instantly lifting their spirits as they cheered, "Long live the Queen!"
As she prepared to return to the palace, Wen Tian froze once more at the sight of the two embracing in the distance. It was as if she were witnessing her own death in a past life, with Shen Hao and that woman sharing a similar embrace… An embrace!
"Your Majesty, what is wrong?" Yu Huan, who had been attending to her, noticed her unusual expression and hurriedly approached with concern.
Wen Tian remained silent, allowing the suppressed memories to flood back like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath and cold sweat trickling down her forehead.
"Why?! Why should she be the only one in pain! He can be carefree and happy with another woman… I refuse to accept it!"
Turning back again, Wen Tian's red eyes were clouded with shadows. "Tell me, does Tang Zhiyun only have an elderly father at home?"
Yu Huan softly replied, "Yes," feeling a sudden chill on his back. Recently, he had been experiencing a strange sensation; the Emperor had changed, becoming more approachable than before... but his thoughts were even harder to decipher.
After dinner, an unexpected guest arrived at Feng Chen Hall, though it was within her expectations.
"Your Majesty, Tang Zhiyun requests an audience."
"Let him in." Wen Tian sat leisurely in the phoenix chair, a hint of smug laughter playing on his lips.
After not seeing him for several days, Tang Zhiyun appeared even thinner, but his complexion was paler and showed no signs of weakness. He strode up to her without kneeling or bowing, instead glaring fiercely: "Your Majesty, please do not make things difficult for my father. He is of advanced age and no longer possesses the strength he once had; he cannot endure any more turmoil."
His words were veiled, and upon hearing them, Wen Tian chuckled lightly: "You are quite imaginative. I merely invited your father to the palace for a chat and some casual conversation. Is there really any need for you to be so anxious?"
"The Emperor has become cunning!" This was Tang Zhiyun's conclusion after observing him. When dealing with such a person, being straightforward was often more effective than being indirect.
"Your Majesty's reputation precedes you; I naturally have to worry," he said, his tone respectful yet completely provocative.
In contrast, Wen Tian simply rested his chin on his hand and smiled faintly, ambiguously tossing the question back at him: "Indeed, it is something to be concerned about. You and your father bear a striking resemblance; although he has entered middle age, he looks hardly old at all. That truly pains me."
"Licentious Monarch!" Tang Zhiyun cursed silently in his heart. Gripping jada flute's hand too tightly caused his knuckles to turn white as emotions surged within him.
After a moment, he raised his head again, his clear eyes filled with determination: "Please spare my father, Your Majesty. I am willing to stay in his place and serve you faithfully without regret."
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