"Clatter——" Fu Dong dropped the fruit tray on the floor, making a harsh sound. Nanny Yun’s face changed, and she went to help, but Nian Xia moved faster, causing Nanny Yun to stumble. Nanny Yun reached out to grab the table but was unsteady. Fortunately, the guard behind her promptly reached out to support her.
Qi Jin watched everything, feeling utterly confused, yet unable to lend a hand.
Zheng Congyuan had always been watching the woman in his arms; at this mont, her lucid gaze sowhat frightened him.
"Nian Ru, is sothing the matter?" At this ti, Zheng Congyuan could no longer pretend to see nothing. Nanny Yun, Fu Dong, Nian Xia—they knew too well not to panic over a small matter.
So, it must be no small matter.
The first thing Zheng Congyuan thought of was Ju Nanyi. Had Ju Nanyi done sothing? His sudden appearance at the doorway, spouting nonsense, couldn’t just be a fluke.
Zheng Nianru got up, and now, whether she wanted to or not, she had to speak.
"Brother Emperor, there are things that should have been said long ago." Zheng Nianru slowly began, experiencing Zheng Congyuan’s enraged despair in her past life, but now she felt sowhat prepared psychologically.
Zheng Congyuan suddenly felt an ominous premonition, not wanting her to continue. He feared he couldn’t accept what ca next, and even as Zheng Nianru began to speak, he had already guessed it must involve Ju Nanyi.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t be so scared.
What kind of person was Ju Nanyi, able to easily capture everyone’s attention? He had even saved Zheng Nianru’s life. How could Zheng Nianru possibly...
Zheng Congyuan suddenly regretted, deeply regretted, what he asked. He didn’t want to ask anymore.
Ju Nanyi was far in the Western Border, nothing at all, why did he even bring it up?
"Brother Emperor, do you think..." Zheng Nianru hadn’t finished her sentence when Yuan Geng and Hui Shan, having returned, suddenly burst in. Zheng Congyuan imdiately turned around to look at Yuan Geng and the others who charged in.
Qi Jin and Qi Yu also stood by, their expressions tense.
"Your Majesty, the situation is urgent, I must..." Qi Jin gritted his teeth and imdiately said.
Zheng Congyuan imdiately stood up to leave, but then suddenly turned back.
"Nian Ru, let’s talk about this when I return." Zheng Congyuan said softly, relieved in his heart, feeling for the first ti that Qi Jin and Qi Yu rushing in so recklessly was very tily.
As soon as Zheng Congyuan’s figure left the hall, Nanny Yun already collapsed, sitting on the floor. The ceramic pieces she hadn’t managed to pick up in the rush remained on the floor, pressing against her flesh, the pain surprisingly relieving.
Fu Dong knelt down with a thump, her voice trembling as she knelt and cried.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I beg you, please don’t speak further. Let’s quickly leave; with Yuan Geng and the others, we can flee anywhere. The Emperor won’t accept it." Fu Dong cried, while Nian Xia slowly also knelt down. Every second in the palace felt like tornt for them.
Why has it turned out like this, why does Your Majesty want to...
Zheng Nianru did not speak, only silently and emptily staring ahead, the hall utterly silent, devoid of the warmth from before, cold and despairing.
"Fu Dong, do you know what your mistress wants?" Zheng Nianru spoke faintly.
Fu Dong was startled, but she knew better than Nanny Yun what the mistress felt for the Emperor. For the Emperor, the mistress could disregard her own life and everything else, and would not care to trade herself for anything.
All that the mistress did was for the Emperor. After all, which man doesn’t care about his power and status?
Fu Dong’s tears flowed uncontrollably, a silent despair.
Your Majesty doesn’t know what the future will hold. Then, would Your Majesty even have another choice?
Why is Your Majesty’s fate so hard, it’s the heavens playing tricks, bla the fate for tornting people, clearly after hardships co happiness, but letting the mistress lose everything.
"Fu Dong, you know what the palace wants." Zheng Nianru spoke again, sowhat resigned. So, no matter how much she struggled, she and Zheng Congyuan would end up just like in the past life, enemies and never wishing to see each other ever again.
Fate...
Zheng Nianru suddenly felt like laughing. She thought, if she had ended her life the mont she awoke, at least she wouldn’t let fate play tricks again, making her yearn for what she couldn’t have, trapped in such a dilemma.
Of course, she still held a sliver of hope that Zheng Congyuan could see through it all and face his own heart. What was it that he truly wanted?
Power, status, and her. If he truly couldn’t have them all, would he choose her?
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