Duan Qingli raised his eyebrows and said, "You can give it a try. It just so happens that Gu Ye wants to know if he will be deceived by you and betray Southern Xinjiang?"
Mu Yun'an shrugged and said, "Then I can't let His Majesty down."
Duan Qingli smiled, and the movements of her hands were extremely gentle: "You are quite confident in yourself."
As she spoke, she sighed and said: "I used to be very confident in myself and thought I had gotten the most beautiful thing in the world, but in the end it was just a joke.
Mo'er must have told you about what happened between his father and me. I abandoned everything and ran away with him, but in the end it was he who pushed me into a pit of fire."
This is the eternal pain in her heart. Without that betrayal, there would be no Queen of Southern Xinjiang today.
Mu Yun'an said, "Hasn't Your Majesty ever thought that maybe he has some motives?"
"The reason?"
Duan Qingli sneered: "I will never forget the look on his face when he knelt on the ground and asked for money from my father. It was just an excuse to share the joys and sorrows."
Mu Yunan was stunned for a moment. She stared at Duan Qingli in the mirror without saying a word.
Duan Qingli reached out and held Mu Yunan's shoulder and said: "So, what I hate most in my life is betrayal. No matter who it is, I will never forgive you."
This was also the reason why she refused to fulfill the wishes of the high priest and Alan Yi, because her son betrayed her for a woman.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her thoughts and said, "Your wedding dress has been brought to you. You can try it."
Mu Yun'an looked at the wedding dress sent by her servants, and in a daze she remembered the wedding dress she and her parents wore when they went to Nanyue. The dress was designed by Xiao Chengyi himself and was a surprise for her.
But from beginning to end, her brother Yi had never seen her in her wedding dress, and he would never see her again.
Thinking of this, Mu Yun'an felt sad for a moment. She looked away and said in a calm voice: "Leave it here, I will try it myself."
When Duan Qingli saw this, she didn't say much and just said: "You should have a good rest. On the wedding day, I will come to watch the ceremony and bless you."
After leaving these words, she turned around to leave, but Mu Yun'an suddenly called her: "Your Majesty."
Duan Qingli turned around and saw Mu Yun'an stood up and walked over: "Hasn't Your Majesty ever thought that maybe the high priest's father didn't want you to suffer and suffer with him anymore, so he leaked your whereabouts and wanted you to
How about going back to being the young lady who had no worries about food and clothing?"
Duan Qingli was stunned for a moment, she clenched her hands subconsciously and said: "Impossible."
That's absolutely not the case.
Mu Yun'an smiled: "Your Majesty, you don't believe it, or you just can't believe it?"
Duan Qingli was upset by her words, and heard Mu Yunan's slow voice say again: "I wonder what your Majesty is most afraid of losing?"
She stared at Mu Yun'an's eyes, and for a moment it seemed as if something had drawn her in, and her mind went blank.
Until Mu Yun'an's voice sounded in my ears again: "Best farewell to Your Majesty."
Duan Qingli came back to her senses. She frowned and felt that something was wrong with her just now, but she didn't know what was wrong.
She thought she was overthinking, so she didn't care, turned around and walked out.
Who didn't know that behind her, Mu Yun'an, who was greeting her with lowered eyes, slowly raised his head, with a faint smile on his lips.
Your Majesty, what are you afraid of losing? I will make you lose something!