“Back in the day, my Xu’er was a very cute and adorable little baby, lovely and delicate as jade, and giggling at the sight of people. When he was one year old, he loved to hold the corner of my skirt and call out ‘Mother Consort, Mother Consort’. His soft and sticky voice was so sweet that you could not wait to hold him tightly in your arms and give him a few kisses!”
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“Hey, I told you before, you are clearly a ghost, so why would you need to sleep?” The beauty who had been singing all night and monologuing all morning nudged him resentfully in protest, “Get up and talk to me! After more than 20 years, I finally met with great difficulty someone of the same kind who died like me but was not taken by the Ghost Messenger 1 . How can you completely ignore me?”
Finally he could not take it anymore, sat up and said, “Hey, you’ve been chatting all night, aren’t you tired? Even if you’re not tired, I’m tired, so let me sleep some more, okay! Besides, if you don’t sleep, you’ll get wrinkles, don’t you know? Look, don’t you have a few wrinkles on your face now?”
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With a soft sigh, as he snapped out of his rambling thoughts, he found that at some point he had gotten outside the doors of Xia He Palace.
The way back to the master’s bedchamber was unimpeded. Compared to yesterday’s overcrowding, the room was now empty. He walked over to the sickbed and looked down to get a better look at the young man on the bed.
The pale face, the closed eyes, the slender body, so fragile that it seemed it would break at the slightest touch! After looking at it intently for a while, he could not resist raising his hand to go over the delicate lines of the young man’s face, tracing the contours.
“What are you doing?” Suddenly, a ghastly cold berate came from behind him.
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“Your―― Your Majesty, this servant, this servant, the Empress――” Trembling as if she were a sieve, she fell limply to the ground, her face ashen and her words slurred.
When the man saw the dagger fall to the ground, he immediately flew into a rage, and before the maid could finish speaking, he had already moved in front of her and kicked her, sending her flying against the wall.
“Someone, drag this vile lowly slave out and send her back to her master!”
The attendants who took the order quickly came in and dragged out the dying maid with a mouth full of blood!
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He stared blankly at the man’s semi-downcast eyes, and a strange, sour, swelling, inexplicable, unexplainable emotion slowly rose in his heart!
In the days that followed, the man tightened the security of Xia He Palace, anyone entering or leaving the palace had to be heavily checked and anyone entering the main hall had to have his proof of signature. Feeling that this was not good enough, the man simply moved right in!
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In the soft glow of the candlelight, the man was bending his head over the Memorials to quietly read through and evaluate them, the two thick stacks of Memorials on the desk reaching up to his chin. From his view point, he could see the man’s slightly furrowed brow and his eyes full of wisdom and profundity that could be felt even when they were half-closed. Every now and then, the man would look up at the sleeping young man on the bed, and when the man did, he would notice that the look on the man’s face would become unusually gentle, and the hint of indulgence in the air, became more and more ambiguous, even the candlelight was drowned in it.
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Just as he inwardly berated himself for his inexplicability, the vigilant palace attendant outside the door had already quietly entered to remove the man’s outer robe and untie his jade crown.
As soon as the man waved his hand, the palace attendants immediately retreated through the door and continued their vigil.
He averted his eyes with some embarrassment, deliberately ignoring the man’s strong and lean body that was faintly discernible under the man’s undergarments.
The man lay on the bed, and held the young man tightly in his arms.
“Did the noise wake you up? Baby!” the man asked softly as he kissed the young man’s forehead.
After caressing the soft hair, the man kissed the young man’s lips again, and only then did he close his eyes in complete satisfaction.
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