Chapter 1255: Touch Her If You Dare?
To think that he was willing to trade half his life for her to live freely for the rest of hers. It was then that Jun Xiqing understood that he really loved Elder Sister Mo’er deeply.
It was true love.
The Emperors of the past had all been fickle-minded, yet fixated strongly when they found someone they loved. Lu Jinwen was an ideal role model. He loved Madam Xuanji deeply his entire life. But as for Lu Yeming, he was able to keep one forbidden love in his heart even as he had other women surrounding him.
The limousine pulled over and Fan Men said, “Master, Miss Jun, we’re at the Palace.”
Jun Xiqing looked out of the bright car windows. She was back at the towering Palace. But there was someone standing outside the Palace.
Murong Jiancheng.
The Emperor of this Palace.
And also Lu Yeming’s father.
Jun Xiqing saw a familiar beautiful figure standing beside him as well, Dongfang Ruoli. She had heard that every Emperor in Country Z married a Holy Lady so that their lineage would contain the purest blood.
As this thought crossed her mind, Jun Xiqing’s lashes quivered and her red lips slowly curved upwards. Yes, their time at the wooden hut had officially expired.
They were back in reality.
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Murong Jiancheng was over forty this year. Standing there, he stood tall and calm, wearing a black woolen coat. His hands were clasped behind his back as he stood beside the lake, the wind billowing through his coat. As someone who had commanded this Palace for over forty years, he had retained his control even as the Dukes slowly carved up the land. He was Country A’s most esteemed and powerful person.
Lu Yeming walked behind him and said lightly, “My Lord.”
Murong Jiancheng turned around to look at Lu Yeming and said, “You’re back?”
“Yes.”
Murong Jiancheng had been pretending to be ill these few years so that Murong Fu would build his arrogance, before he finally revealed everything. He had merely sat back and watched as the North, South, East and West Duke fought bloody battles each year.
“The Lord is out, but why do I not see the Queen?”
The Queen was the West Duke’s biological mother. Did she not miss her own son after being separated for so many years?
Seated in front, Murong Ling blinked lazily and merely said, “Qingqing, the Queen has left the palace for many years already. She’s no longer here.”
What?
Jun Xiqing’s eyes widened and she looked over at Murong Ling curiously. “The Queen really isn’t the previous Holy Lady?”
Murong Ling shook his head. “No.”
With that, Murong Ling smiled and said, “The Lord was born into the royal family, which put heavy emphasis on law and decorum and was, to be honest, a little outdated. But the Lord was handsome and the youngest Emperor. Which woman in the world wouldn’t have wanted to marry him?
“The Lord’s father married a Holy Lady, so it was natural that he would do the same, so the previous Holy Lady and him were childhood friends. He loved her and viewed her as his wife, but this was all destroyed by one person.”
Jun Xiqing’s face was full of anticipation as she surmised, “The Queen?”
Murong Ling smiled and nodded. “That’s right, the Queen snatched away his love and plotted to make the Lord marry her instead.”
“Wow.” Jun Xiqing couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration. “That’s amazing.”
“Right? I think the Queen was pretty amazing too.” Murong Ling turned to face Jun Xiqing.
Fan Men who was in the driver’s seat looked at these two children in consternation. Master, could you come and put them in their place?
“Qingqing, let me tell you, the best part has yet to come. She got pregnant with the West Duke after just three months of marriage. After ten months, she gave birth to her son and pushed him to our Lord before escaping on horseback. She even left him a letter that said she was sick of sleeping with him and didn’t want him anymore. She also said that she was leaving the child to him as compensation and that there was no need to thank her, as he was never seeing her again.”
Pfft.
Jun Xiqing laughed unkindly. This Queen... she really was something else.
Murong Ling tried to keep a straight face before suddenly turning more serious. “But the escape of the Queen triggered off the first turmoil in the history of this country, which is also the reason the West Duke was lost.”
“Quick, don’t just leave me hanging,” Jun Xiqing urged.
“Qingqing, I was still young at that time, so whatever I know is only what I heard from secret whispers of the previous generation. I heard that after the queen escaped, the Lord was so angry he chased for thousands of miles on horseback just to catch the Queen’s shadow.
“When the Lord got back, he found out that the infant West Duke, who was the Crown Prince of the North Palace, was missing as well. That night, he bathed the North Palace in red. Over a thousand people died and the lakes in the North Palace were dyed in blood. Along with the Queen’s disappearance and the number of bodies buried that night, no one has ever dared mention that night ever again.”