From then on, she did not need a husband, nor did she need the favor given by the king who took great pains to serve her.
Walking outside the palace, she took a breath of fresh air, and then moved forward. She finally gave up on the emperor.
After such an experience, all thoughts should disappear.
Not far away, Jun Feimo rushed over with a carefree look on his face, hugging the queen, and said with a warm voice, "Mother, Sister Yun and I have just packed up the cold palace. From now on, our family will live there."
The queen then noticed that there was some dust on Jun Feimo's clothes, and it seemed that she had no time to deal with it.
There was also fine sweat on the forehead, which must have been caused by the exertion of tidying up the cold palace.
The queen, who did not have too many emotional fluctuations when faced with life and death in the golden palace, suddenly burst into tears, "How can Mo'er be so willful? Isn't it good to live in the prince's palace?"
Just now in the main hall, she was deeply disappointed because of the emperor's ruthlessness. Even if she cried, it was silent. The tears just dripped down her face. In an instant, she was able to return to normal.
But at this moment, she couldn't control the hot tears that welled up from the bottom of her heart. They gathered into tears, almost blurring her vision. Her originally cold heart became warmer for no reason, just like the arrival of spring.
How could her Mo'er be so good...
Jun Fei Mo's bright eyes were filled with determination. He held the queen's hand, trying to convey the warmth in his palm, "It's not good at all to live in your original palace. Fei Mo also lives with his mother."
Although there are spider webs everywhere in the cold palace, they are sticky and gray, but they are not comfortable at all.
Although there was dust everywhere in the cold palace, the dust was a bit thicker than his books, making people dirty.
Although everything is well preserved, there is almost nothing except the bed and the door.
But what does that matter? He and Sister Yun have been busy for a long time and have already tidied up the inside.
The family lives together, and it doesn't make much difference to him where he lives.
"Are you tired?" The queen's voice was more distressed. Although her Mo'er was not the most noble prince, his life was quite exquisite. Now he actually took care of it himself. How did he get into the habit of doing those chores?
Jun Feimo tried the sweat on his forehead and smiled happily, "I'm not tired."
From now on, it will be his, Sister Yun's, and his mother's home. It's right to put more effort into cleaning it up.
He felt very good as he imagined how happy and harmonious he would be living there in the future.
The queen turned her attention to Yun Dieyi and said, "Thank you."
She knew that according to Mo'er's mind, it was absolutely impossible to know in advance that she was going to be deposed and put in the cold palace. Yun Dieyi was the only one who had sorted things out in advance and could predict such an outcome in advance.
Although she was her daughter-in-law in name only, she still wanted to say thank you.
Yun Dieyi smiled slightly, admitting that it was her idea to tidy up the cold palace. But how was she going to tell the queen that Mo Feijun was the one who had the greatest credit for all this, the man who couldn't even bear her thank you during the day?
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If he wasn't present, she couldn't tell the truth.
So she reluctantly accepted this thank you.
Compared with what she and Jun Feimo did, giving the queen a warm place to live, what Mo Feijun did was more important, because he saved her life. There are not many things in this world more precious than life.
There is no greater kindness and no greater kindness.