Mo Ji: ...
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"Don’t set your sights on the Empress, it’ll backfire." Mo Ji said.
Hua Jian let out an "oh" and asked, "Does your Majesty particularly dislike ?"
Mo Ji glanced at her lightly.
Are you not aware of what you’ve done?
Hua Jian, however, smiled nonchalantly, "Do you think I look like the Empress?"
"No."
"Did I not look like her before, or do I not look like her now?"
Mo Ji thought for a mont, "You didn’t look like her before, and you look even less like her now."
After Hua Jian matured, even the eyes that were most similar to those of Empress Tang no longer resembled them much.
Upon hearing this, Hua Jian smiled even more happily, "What if your Majesty drives out of the Capital City?"
Mo Ji was silent.
"What about you? Will you always stay in the Capital City?"
"Shadow Guards retire at thirty."
Hua Jian’s eyes lit up, and she even leaned her body out the window, "And after you retire? What are your plans?"
Mo Ji thought for a mont and answered, "Go to Qieyun Mountain, to find Lu—"
"Bang!" The window slamd shut heavily.
...
According to Mo Ji’s estimation, no matter how long it dragged on, Hua Jian’s injury would be fully healed by next spring.
Unexpectedly, she didn’t have to wait for the coming spring at all.
In the autumn of the second year of Zhengyuan, Tang Ziqian, the Governor of Liangzhou, offered a batch of dicinal herbs.
"Wine Heart Bud... Is it so worthless now?"
Even Empress Tang was stunned facing these dozens of Wine Heart Buds.
The envoy replied, "A young lady set up a dicinal herb garden at the Governor Mansion and transplanted many Wine Heart Buds. This is the first batch to bloom, so the Governor hurriedly sent them to the Capital."
...
"That young lady... Is she the Miss Lu from Qieyun Mountain you keep thinking about?" Hua Jian asked softly, stroking the petals of the Wine Heart Bud.
Though Mo Ji found the phrase "keep thinking about" not quite accurate, he still replied with a "hmm."
Indeed, it was Lu Yuan.
Suddenly, Hua Jian moved her hand.
Mo Ji swiftly snatched the Wine Heart Bud from her, frowning and scolding, "A gift from the Empress—if you dare smash it, do you think Your Majesty won’t exile you from the Capital today!"
Hua Jian leaned against the window and smiled at him, "Exiling from the Capital, what does that have to do with you?"
Mo Ji frowned, suppressing his anger, yet didn’t know how to answer.
Indeed, what did it have to do with him?
"Now that you know Miss Lu’s whereabouts, when do you plan to find her?"
"When I go to find Miss Lu, what does that have to do with you?" Mo Ji couldn’t help retorting.
As soon as he spoke, he regretted it.
But the girl in front of him had already changed her expression, her gaze even scattering for a mont.
"I was just asking you." Mo Ji hastily added.
Hua Jian’s scattered gaze had not yet refocused, and she looked at him with an exceptionally bewildered expression.
It was the first ti after knowing her for so many years that Mo Ji saw such genuine confusion on her face.
His heart suddenly fell quiet, and he asked again, "Are you very concerned about when I go to find Miss Lu?"
Her gaze gradually refocused, flickering with varying brightness, and the emotions in her eyes beca unprecedentedly transparent.
After a long pause, she opened her mouth dryly but didn’t answer; instead, she asked back, "And, and if I’m exiled from the Capital, do, do you care?"
"If you’re exiled from the Capital, you can live outside the city. It shouldn’t co to wandering the worldly society again." Mo Ji couldn’t even rember when he had considered this question, but she asked, and he answered naturally.
"If I live outside the city, will you co see ?" Hua Jian looked at him eagerly.
Mo Ji was silent for a mont, then said, "If you resu martial practice and have any confusion—"
"Yes! Yes!" Hua Jian almost climbed out the window, "I have so many questions! Should I practice in the morning or evening? Should I start with inner strength or techniques? Should I learn sword or fist?..."
Mo Ji waited quietly for her to finish, then said, "I’m going back to the Palace."
"Wait!"
Seeing him stop and look back, Hua Jian’s heart felt like a thousand flowers blossoming.
"Mo Ji, do you like —"
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