Mu Zhaochu coughed lightly, tried hard to suppress the urge to laugh, and said seriously: "I will leave the palace after I finish my business tomorrow."
So he agreed, and also wanted to accompany him out of the palace in person?
The chopsticks in Qiucao's hand stopped, and she forgot to take them back in mid-air. She just stood there, looking at Mu Zhaozhu in surprise, completely confused by his attitude. Didn't she just refuse to let go? Why did she suddenly stop?
…
Qiucao found that she didn't understand him more and more.
After a while, she suddenly remembered that Mu Zhaozhang told her to wait for him, and she couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, do you want to accompany me tomorrow?" [
"Can't you?" Mu Zhaoxu glanced at her.
"But... why?"
"Of course it's to prevent you from escaping!" Mu Zhaozhang said in a rough voice.
"..."
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In the study room.
Qiucao sat quietly on the couch, looking at the elegantly decorated study that still had an imperial air.
This is not the first time she has come here. There was a period of time before when she was carried by Mu Zhaozhang by her side every day, and she had been to this study countless times.
However, today was the first time Qiucao took a serious look at the layout here.
The furnishings in the study have not changed in any way from before, except for some necessary desks, bronze lamps, four treasures of the study, couplets, bookshelves, antique calligraphy and paintings... There is also a bed, which is the one she is sitting on now.
Qiucao looked at all this, and for the first time he had the illusion of deja vu in this study.
Where on earth had she... seen such a study?
Qiucao tilted her head and thought.
After a while, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind!
She remembered!
Prince Mu’s Mansion! The study of Prince Mu’s Mansion! The furnishings here are exactly the same as the study of Prince Mu’s Mansion!
Qiucao stood up suddenly, staring closely at the man behind the table who was doing business, and walked over step by step, not even noticing that he had kicked down the bonsai.
Mu Zhaoxu, who was reviewing the memorial, was startled by the loud noise and raised his head in confusion. Seeing her pale face, he couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand and came out, "What's wrong?"
Qiucao suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Mu Zhaochu's hand tightly, slowly raised his head, stared at him, and said word by word: "Why do you want to decorate this place like the study room in Prince Mu's Mansion?"