Mu Jieyu didn't know how she left the Zichen Palace. She was led by the chamberlain and walked in a hazy manner. Every step under her feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Originally, because of the cause of Queen Ouyang's death, she already felt that she and Xuanyuan Zhirong would definitely meet.

There were many twists and turns, but now Emperor Hong'an intervened, making her suddenly as confused as looking at flowers in a fog, unable to see clearly the road ahead between her and Xuanyuan Zhirong.

Standing under the high eaves of the majestic palace, she raised her head slightly. The dazzling midsummer sunshine stung her eyes, but the scorching temperature could not warm her heart.

She is not a cowardly person. If Emperor Hong'an was threatening her, then she would definitely not be afraid at all. But it was Xuanyuan Zhirong who was being threatened by Emperor Hong'an. How dare she really threaten Xuanyuan Zhirong's life?

Putting Xuanyuan Zhirong's life on the line? In this era where filial piety is more important than heaven, in this dynasty where the king and his ministers have to die, against the emperor who is both his father and his king, she doesn't have half a chip to fight against.

grasp.

"Princess, His Highness the Crown Prince has asked this servant to invite you to the East Palace." Mu Jieyu was at a loss when a familiar, high-pitched voice suddenly came into his ears.

Turning his head, he happened to meet Su Ji's humble smiling face. Mu Jieyu looked back at the Zichen Palace, which stood out like a flock of chickens among the many jade buildings. The Zichen Palace, bathed in the bright sunlight, was like a magnificent and sacred fairy palace above the nine heavens.

, distant and towering, making people worship...

"Let's go." After taking a glance, Mu Jieyu turned back and nodded lightly to Su Ji.

It was obviously the same red walls and black tiles, but when walking from the Zichen Hall and the East Palace, Mu Jieyu seemed to have entered two worlds, one in the deep winter and a cold month, and the other in the spring of March.

After being taken to the side hall of the Zixia Hall of the East Palace by Su Ji, Mu Jieyu walked into the small courtyard of the side hall and saw a scene of He He Le Le in the small octagonal pavilion with cornices standing on the rockery, wearing light white uniforms.

Xuanyuan Zhichen was sitting upright, holding a book in his hand. In front of him stood Xuanyuan Chengye and Chu Xueqian, and all the palace ladies and chamberlains stood under the rockery. Xuanyuan Zhichen turned over the pages of the book, and from time to time

Ask a question, whether it is to Xuanyuan Zhichen or Chu Xueqian, both of them will answer it very fluently.

Listening to their soft and waxy voices, much of Mu Jieyu's sadness disappeared, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, and walked over briskly.

"See you, Princess, Princess Jin An." Mu Jieyu approached and the maids who were guarding below saluted.

"Aunt, aunt—" Before Mu Jieyu could say anything hastily, there was a burst of cheers and a soft body crashed into Mu Jieyu's arms.

Mu Jieyu looked down at Xuanyuan Chengye who was holding her legs. His eyes suddenly became extremely soft. He leaned over and hugged Xuanyuan Chengye: "I haven't seen you for more than a month, Ye'er has become solid."

"Ye'er has grown taller." Xuanyuan Chengye put his arms around Mu Jieyu's slender and smooth neck, resting his little head on Mu Jieyu's shoulder, and said dullly, "Auntie doesn't even come to see Ye'er."

"Isn't Auntie here?" Mu Jieyu lovingly stretched out his hand to touch Xuanyuan Chengye's little head and said softly, "How about Auntie coming to accompany you more often in the future?"

The little guy rubbed Mu Jieyu's neck and said nothing.
Chapter completed!