Mu Ling stepped back a little and said, "Mother, please transfer this slave to another place." Her dress fell to the ground, and Ruan Yuyi's heart skipped a beat when she saw the top of her black hair.
She hurriedly helped the wood spirit and said, "Get up first so you can talk to me." She didn't know where this little girl got so much energy, but she didn't move at all.
Mu Ling's lips opened and closed, and tears flowed down the side of her nose and into her mouth. After a long while, she found her voice and choked, "Slave Yue went to pick flowers, and she met——"
An old eunuch came to her.
For the first time, she hated herself for being so weak that she couldn't even defeat this eunuch who was half a man.
She told the whole story bit by bit, stumbling and not hiding anything. She could have just pretended that the incident had not happened and continued to stay with the young lady.
But she was also depressed, feeling confused day by day, watching others laughing, like an outsider. She felt that there was no place for her, everything was different from before, and she could no longer serve the young lady.
Every word Mu Ling spoke was like a needle pricking into Ruan Yuyi's heart, causing her heart to throb. She knelt down and took the little girl who was weak from crying into her arms.
"It's not your fault." Her voice was gentle and firm.
She took the handkerchief and wiped away Mu Ling's tears. Seeing that her ears were red from crying, her own hands were trembling slightly.
When she first met Mu Ling, she was just a girl with a hairpin, and she still had a lot of time to live in the future. If she was willing, she could also arrange for Mu Ling to leave the palace as a gift for her and her sweetheart.
But all assumptions were disrupted at this moment.
Mu Ling buried his head in her arms, speechless, and just shook his head.
Ruan Yuyi patted her back gently, just like her mother-in-law did to comfort her when she was hurt when she was young. She tried to speak as softly as possible, "Where is the eunuch you mentioned now?"
What was different from the soft voice was the dark light flashing in her beautiful eyes.
Mu Ling took a few breaths and said, "...dead."
Her hand caressing the wooden spirit paused, "What does this mean, but it was an accident that caused the person to die?"
"Your Majesty gave me death."
So he knew early on that Ruan Yuyi had a strange feeling in her heart. Logically speaking, it is a serious crime to defile the palace. Regardless of wishes, even if such facts are in front of her, Mu Ling will not be allowed to continue to serve her.
She had heard from Aunt Jin that similar things were more prevalent in the previous dynasty. At that time, most of the people were sentenced to death by both parties. Even if one of the parties was forced to commit such a crime, they would still be dealt with in this way.
Why would he allow Mu Ling to stay with her?
Is it just because she brought Mu Ling into the palace to care about their relationship?
"Miss, slave—" Mu Ling grabbed her clothes, clenching the material until it was a little wrinkled. She didn't ask for anything else, she just hoped that the miss would grant her wish. She would occasionally look at her from a distance later.
Just taking a look at how the young lady is doing now is enough.
Now that things have come to this, what more could she ask for?
Ruan Yuyi smiled and said, "You go down and have a rest first. Let me think about other things before making plans." Mu Ling was already in a bad mood, and she could not add any more trouble to her heart, because the worry in her eyes was gone.
She knew that what Mu Ling wanted was not some kind of sincere comfort, but to stop opening her wounds under the guise of comfort again and again, to tell her that the world was prosperous and that the rest of her life would be long.
Then give her a hug and help her get on with her day.
Mu Ling sniffed, helped each other with Ruan Yuyi and stood up, "My slave, please leave." Xu's legs were numb from kneeling for a long time, so she walked slowly and gently closed the door.
There was no sound of sobbing in the room, and it seemed extremely quiet for a moment.
Looking at Mu Xiang again, her face was as dark as water, "Miss, this slave is also at fault. I should have paid more attention to her." She knelt down to apologize.
"What kind of crime are you guilty of? Get up quickly." Ruan Yuyi's temples suddenly hurt, she rubbed them with her fingers and said feebly.
If His Majesty can allow the wood spirit to stay by her side, can he also agree to her request?
A little hope arose in her heart.
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At night, the lights in Chang'an Palace were not turned on earlier than on weekdays, but at midnight, they were still brightly lit.
Ruan Yuyi faced the rhombus mirror and watched Mu Xiang take off her hairpins one by one. After the last fixed hairpin was pulled away, her black hair suddenly fell away.
She originally planned to put down the mirror, but suddenly she saw a corner of black clothes in the mirror. She tilted the mirror, and his tall figure was indeed reflected in the water-like mirror.
Jiang Huaiyang also noticed her little movements, and they looked at each other in the mirror.
She put down her diamond-shaped mirror and bowed to salute.
He gave her a virtual support, "Why haven't you rested yet? Do you have something to tell me?" After she got better, the little lady had the habit of going to bed early.
Sometimes it was very late after reviewing the papers, and he would occasionally come to her place to rest. However, the young lady had not yet woken up in the morning, so she sometimes did not even know that he had come.
Sometimes we even heard about his whereabouts from the palace guards on duty at night.
As soon as she came, her thoughts were revealed. Ruan Yuyi's face turned red. It was impossible for her to say it directly, so she said softly, "I heard from the palace a few days ago that Your Majesty has been here, but I have never seen it.
"
She hugged his arm affectionately, "Isn't this waiting for Your Majesty?"
He couldn't see through her little thoughts and sneered, "If you don't tell me now, you may not have time to tell me later." He put his arm around her slender waist.
His breath filled the back of her neck and made her face heat up. She thought for a while and then tentatively asked, "Is there any precedent in the palace for a palace maid to be released before she reaches her age?"
He fiddled with the buttons of her clothes, opening them and fastening them.
"Lingling wants that maid next to you to come out of the palace?" Although he looked careless, he understood immediately.
"Her name is Mu Ling." She added, fearing that he had mistaken the wrong person.
He hummed casually, "It's natural for you to decide on your maidservant. You don't need to ask me." Even if there is no precedent, what he means is the rules in this imperial city.
What's more, it was just a matter of allowing a maid to leave the palace, which couldn't be easier. He even thought that the young lady would ask to find the old eunuch's family and do something to relieve this hatred.
But she didn't, she was too kind after all.
In this palace, the lives of the palace residents are as small as trivial matters. No matter how great the grievance is, everything must be done with the master first. Only she will try her best to take care of the emotions of those who serve around her.
The two of them fell into the soft brocade quilt.
She stretched out her white hands and lifted down the bed curtain, and the gold pin curtain slowly fell down, blocking the scene inside.
He bit her ear and said, "Should we stop the Bizi Soup tomorrow?"
Her eyes were blank, and she didn't know if she heard it.