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Seeing her coughing violently, Xue Fu immediately asked worriedly: "What happened to grand consort? How did he end up coughing? Or do you want people to pass on their lives to the imperial physicians? "

"It's fine, this is an old habit. When the weather is dry, I like to cough." After grand consort finished speaking, he coughed once more. It took him a while to recover and he collapsed back onto the recliner. His pale face turned even paler, causing others to feel pity for him, but there was nothing they could do.

When Xue Fu heard that it was his old illness, he raised his head and looked at the layers upon layers of pear blossoms outside the courtyard. He said, "grand consort, why not try to drink it with a piece of dried pear blossom water?

The grand consort shook his head and replied weakly, "Forget it, it's not like it's a big problem. It would be better to just listen to your playing the zither."

When Xue Fu heard her request, and saw how weak she was, he could not bear to ignore her small request. Without saying much, he began to move in the direction of the zither, playing the zither once more. This time she chose another tune, not cheerful, but not sad. The zither music floated in every corner of the courtyard.

Her pure gaze landed on grand consort's face. She clearly felt that the expression of shame that was no longer young turned into one of indifference and sorrow, followed by coldness. Because of that wisp of indifference, Xue Fu's finger shook, and after making one wrong sound, a series of mistakes occurred. When she could no longer continue, she finally understood why grand consort's expression changed so quickly.

At the gate, the man she had seen only twice since entering the palace stood by the door, still in his blood-red, gold-edged robe. His black hair was as black as ink, and there was a warmth and gentleness on his face that Xue Fu had never seen before. Even his usually ice-cold eyes were now emitting an enchanting gentleness.

After being stunned for a moment, Xue Fu immediately walked out from the underbrush of the Ocean Palace and greeted Yue Ye with small steps: "Greetings to Your Majesty, Your Majesty is extremely fortunate." She had never called herself a concubine because she had never thought of herself as the woman of this supreme man. Perhaps one day, she would die before him. By then, she would be nothing more than a pile of dirt, becoming nothing more than a wisp of smoke in front of his eyes.

Yue Ye didn't even give her the slightest glance as she walked past her and bowed in front of grand consort, "This son pays his respects to mufei, is mufei feeling better?" Her tone was filled with concern, causing Xue Fu to be shocked. She never thought that Yue Ye would have such a docile side. What was even more unexpected was that he called the grand consort in front of him the mufei?

grand consort Jing only gave him a cold glance and said expressionlessly, "The Emperor was not born by me, nor is he raised by me, JingNian. After he finished speaking, he turned around to face him, as though he was a three year old child who had been provoked and ignored everyone in anger.

Yue Ye, on the other hand, was accustomed to the cold words coming from the grand consort. Sighing helplessly, she walked in front of the grand consort and said ingratiatingly, "Since I was seven years old, I have been raised by my mother's concubine. Why would she say such things?"

grand consort suddenly raised his head, his eyes glaring at each other. He scolded: "Yi'er, the one I raised up with, has long passed away. Naturally, he is not the heartless and ruthless Emperor of the Moon Night.

Yue Ye came from a pure noble of that year, a pure noble who grew up in the Northern Kingdom, and was known as the number one beauty of the Northern Kingdom. In order to maintain their relationship, they were given a gift to the King of the Northern Kingdom at the age of fifteen. Even though the pure noble was as beautiful as a flower, it was difficult for him to emerge from the palace, a place where beauties were as common as the clouds. Moreover, at that time, the Northern Kingdom had just attached itself to the Cloud Moon, and the two countries had only one thorn in their side. If they were to touch each other, it was possible that something bad would happen. "Naturally, the women sent by the Northern Kingdom would not be spoiled.

Not only was he unfavoured, he was also ostracized by his concubines at all times. One of them almost died from grievance, and fortunately, the Emperor of Yue Ye existed in his womb. Under the command of the First Pin Imperial Concubine Jing, they were able to keep their lives, but in the end, they weren't able to escape the fate of being beaten into a cold palace.

Yue Ye was born together with a pure noble, living in a cold palace, living her days in a clear window and a cold courtyard.

Perhaps it was because life in the cold palace was too sad, when he was seven years old, a pure noble person would eventually be unable to get off the bed due to a serious illness, and the longer the illness, the more serious the illness. He looked at Fang Man's seven-year-old son, whose life was as miserable as his own. The pure nobleman had no choice but to risk his life to hold Yue Ye's hand and rush out of the cold palace, heading straight for the residence of Senior Concubine Jing.

It was the day of the blooming of the spring flowers, and Imperial Consort Jing was admiring the flowers and tasting the tea in the courtyard. She was rather polite when she saw her mother and son. Holding Yue Ye's hand, he asked her about the warmth, and even brought her to the stone table to eat some snacks.

Imperial Consort Jing was childless. After giving birth to two daughters in a row, she was unable to conceive a baby. Therefore, she was especially envious of others who could give birth to a boy.

When the pure noble saw Imperial Concubine Jing, he plopped to his knees and begged fearfully, "Imperial Concubine Jing has a Bodhisattva's heart. I beg that Imperial Concubine Yi give me a chance to live. The zither will die to repay this favor. Imperial Concubine …" The pure nobleman crouched on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

Senior Concubine Jing was startled by her sudden action. She did not think much before repeatedly praising her sister. She leaned over to help her sister up, "Sister can't agree to it, right? "Hurry, wake up."

The pure noble cried with joy, and after thanking her, he gave Yue Ye a deep look. At the moment no one was paying attention, he knocked himself against a corner of the stone table. In the midst of Senior Concubine Jing's screams, her body slowly fell like autumn leaves. Blood flowed endlessly from her forehead to the ground.

Blood dripped at the feet of the seven-year-old Yue Ye, staining his white soft shoes red. He did not cry. He stared blankly at Yan's red blood flowing continuously, bit by bit taking away his miserable mother's life. The walnut cake Senior Concubine Jing had placed in his hand had been crushed into powder by him, and was now oozing out between his fingers.

"Yi'er, you have to live a good life. You have to be filial and filial to esteemed wangfei …" Those were his mother's last words to him, and at that moment he saw despair and sadness in her pale, ashamed eyes. He knew very well that his mother had always feared death, but because of him, she had pushed herself to the brink of death.

After the death of a pure noble, Jingfei adopted Yue Ye, and Yue Ye immediately lived a life of wealth and desire from the Cold Palace. Consort Jing had found him the best martial arts master, and had trained him to the same level as any other prince. Yue Ye also transformed from a coward who was bullied since young into a person capable of fighting and writing.

On one hand, it was because of her outstanding performance and on the other hand, it was because of Senior Concubine Jing. At the age of thirteen, Yue Ye was bestowed the title 'King Yi'. Perhaps it was due to jealousy and jealousy that, in the same year, the Imperial Consort, who had been framed by the current dynasty's empress, was mercilessly beaten into the palace. The emperor himself had ordered that no one was to approach him, including King Yi and the two princesses.

While King Yi was still anxious, he received a letter from Senior Servant Cheng. Senior Concubine Jing said she was tired and wanted to live a peaceful life for a few years, so he could live a good life and not have conflicts with the emperor over her matters. His mother and foster mother had said the same thing to him. Live well … "Yi Wang smiled bitterly and obeyed.

Four years later, at the age of seventeen, King Yi suddenly passed away from illness and the court fell into chaos. The Crown Prince was held hostage that night. The princes were forming gangs and eyeing the throne covetously. Although Yi Wang's results were outstanding, he was unable to succeed the throne because he was of the northern bloodline. In order to protect himself, the eighth prince sent people to chase him all the way to Teng Prefecture, and almost lost his life.

Ever since his mother died, King Yi only had two responsibilities. To live a good life and honor the Empress. Finally, like an agitated lion, he fought back with all his might. The steel blade that was suffused with white light rushed into the Ning City, slaughtering its way into the palace. It was too late for the eighth prince to surrender, the blood had already dyed the golden floor of the palace red.

The other three princes who had allied with the eighth prince were unable to escape from his bloodthirsty steel sword. King Yi successfully ascended the throne, successfully bringing the remaining princes under his feet. When he headed towards the cold palace in high spirits and planned to take Jingfei out, he received a fierce slap from Jingfei and a furious "Scram!"

Until today, three years had passed and Senior Jing had already become a quiet grand consort. Unfortunately, he was still unforgivable. He had won this battle beautifully, but no one applauded for him. His mother could not see it, and Jingfei did not approve. He suddenly could not find any meaning in winning, was it just for the Jiu Wu Zun from today?

Originally, he could have killed the empress who had framed Concubine Jing to enter the cold palace and allowed her to sit on the throne of the empress dowager in name. After being shouted at by the grand consort to scram, this idea was dispelled. The current grand consort was so stubborn that it gave him a headache. He would rather stay here and avoid the cold courtyard than to return to the main palace and live a life of luxury and luxury.

After seven years of living in the cold palace, grand consort had long adapted to it. She had never thought of living a life above tens of thousands people under this Blood-Thirsty Moon Emperor. Yue Ye's cruelty caused her heart to turn cold. If she had known earlier that he would become like this, she wouldn't have had anyone teach him how to ride and shoot.

Seeing that the grand consort was extremely angry, Yue Ye hurriedly changed her words, "Mufei, your son has brought you some top-grade Long Qing tea, from the border Heavenly Mountain, as well as some top-grade items that have just been offered." As he spoke, he waved towards the door, and a servant girl holding Long Qing Hu walked over and knelt in front of grand consort, holding a tray on her head for him to look at.

grand consort looked coldly at Long Qing tea, he raised his hand and pulled, and the good tea was scattered all over the ground. Xue Fu could not help but be taken aback, secretly glancing at Yue Ye, only to see his expression darken for a moment, and quickly return to normal. His sincerity towards the grand consort really surprised her. It was because she never thought that he would have such a good mentality.

"I'm tired. Go back." grand consort shook her hands coldly, and with the support of Senior Servant Cheng, she walked inside the building. Before she entered the house, she suddenly turned around and said to Xue Fu who was still kneeling on the ground, "Little Snow, come and accompany this abandoned old lady whenever you're free." Saying this, he gave Yue Ye a supercilious look.

"Xue Fu thanks the grand consort Empress." Xue Fu fell asleep while looking at the closed grid door, she did not get up, because Yue Ye was still here. The deep red figure stood for a long time by the shore of the flower, blending with the deep red spring hall. The ground beside his feet was strewn with flowered tea leaves that faintly emitted the fragrance of the tea.

Because his back was facing her, Xue Fu could not see the current expression on his face, but she could imagine that it must be helpless and lost. To be splashed with cold water by the grand consort under such passionate conditions, it must feel terrible. Looking at his retreating back, Xue Fu suddenly started to sympathize with him, and immediately replied him with the words: Poor man, there must be something to hate about it. However, the person he hated had his own pitiful side. The lofty Emperor of Yue Ye couldn't do anything about an overbearing grand consort.

After a long time, Yue Ye finally turned back, walking towards the direction of the main entrance. When he was passing by Xue Fu, his footsteps slightly paused, looked down upon her and ordered: "Take good care of grand consort, if there's any mishap, you can ask."

Without waiting for Xue Fu to reply, he stepped past her and continued to advance. He remembered that when he just came in, she was playing a tune, and grand consort's face was full of smiles. It had been a long time since he last saw grand consort smiling, and he hoped that he could save her from this good mood. Since this woman had the ability to make the grand consort laugh, he would temporarily not investigate her crime of barging into Pear Garden.

Yue Ye's figure slowly disappeared into the snow-white pear tree. Her tall and well-built body and blood-red clothes fluttered in the wind. Xue Fu seemed to once again see that young and arrogant handsome youth from all those years ago, floating amidst the sea of flowers, not even afraid of death.

At this moment, the steel-like man could clearly see a sad and lonely expression on his face. He walked further and further away from the white light until he could no longer see the redness that was faintly discernible. Xue Fu finally snapped out of his daze, got up and used his hands to wipe the dust off his white clothes.