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The corner of Meng Fuyao's lips twitched as she picked up Tang Yiguang by the collar. After staring at the tear-stricken face for a few moments, Meng Fuyao sighed helplessly.

Should she really kill Tang Yiguang? This dimwit child whose intelligence was only that of a four-year-old?

Conflicted, she looked towards Zong Yue to try to garner some constructive advice from him. However, Zong Yue ignored her and looked up towards the sky. ”I'll only tell you that it's not true that she's a dullard.”

'Of course, she is,' Meng Fuyao thought as she rolled her eyes. If not, could she and Zong Yue not have spotted it? Would they have allowed her to get close to Meng Fuyao at the most crucial stage, while Meng Fuyao was totally unaware? If she was not a dullard, how could she still execute her mission without any hesitation, even at the stage when the monkeys were about to scatter from the toppling tree?

It was precisely because she was dimwit that the Regent King chose her.

Who was that… Brother Ah Liu? It could not possibly be Zong Yue, right? A fake Zong Yue who was kidnapped could not have harmed both Xuanyuan Yun and Tang Yiguang, right? Meng Fuyao stared at Zong Yue suspiciously, and Zong Yue immediately defended himself. ”Why are you looking at me? Do you think I will be affiliated with this tiny idiot in any way?”

Suddenly, Meng Fuyao grinned. ”Since she is not affiliated with you, I'll show no mercy.”

Her palm aimed straight for the top of Tang Yiguang's head.

”Hold it!”

When that voice rang, Meng Fuyao's palm stopped and hovered above Tang Yiguang's head. She smiled. ”It is indeed you,” she said.

In the darkness, the beautiful and colorfully-dressed crossdresser Emperor slowly walked out.

He looked at Meng Fuyao with a strange expression, and he looked towards Tang Yiguang, who was still wailing. There was a mix of emotions in his eyes, including reminiscence, disappointment, sorrow, and helplessness… It was filled with the inner thoughts that he wanted to express so desperately, but he held back, as he instinctively did.

A few seconds later, he walked over, squatted down, and hugged the child. As he slowly caressed Tang Yiguang's head, he gently spoke. ”Brother Ah Liu's horse is the largest one in the field. How could you ride that?”

Instantly, Tang Yiguang trembled and stopped crying. She raised her tear-stricken face and wept softly. ”The little white horse was killed by father. He did not allow me to ride.”

”Yes.” Xuanyuan Min took out his aromatic handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat and tears off her face. Gently, she said, ”If you want to ride a horse the next time, Brother Ah Liu will accompany you so that you will never fall off again.”

”You're Brother Ah Liu?” Tang Yiguang stopped crying and took a look at him seriously. With a red nose, she mumbled, ”Brother Ah Liu is not as tall and as colorful as you…”

Unable to control herself, Meng Fuyao burst out in laughter. But she rubbed her nose after that and turned away.

Why did she suddenly feel her heart wrench?

The youngest son of a sidelined prince was chosen to enter the palace as a puppet Emperor. The youngest daughter of the general there dashed after him on the day that he left, but her little white horse was killed, and she mounted the aggressive horse that her Brother Ah Liu left behind instead.

Then, she fell, and her world was never the same again. Everything became as blurry and thin as a snowflake on the window, and all that was left was a vague image of her Brother Ah Liu.

12 years went by.

While he performed The Drunken Beauty alone in the enclosed palace, she forever guarded the little boy with her 4-year-old mental state.

They were a mournful pair of childhood playmates and the portrayal of royal grievances.

When Tang Yiguang saw the colorful Xuanyuan Min, she suddenly wiped the tears off her face and used it to wipe Xuanyuan Min's face. Xuanyuan Min did not move, but he was teary-eyed as he watched the child use her hands filled with crumbs to remove his makeup.

From his cheeks to his eyebrows, lips, and skin… the extravagant pretense was slowly wiped away by the girl's palms, and a pale but handsome face appeared.

Tang Yiguang lept forward.

She jumped into the arms of the Brother Ah Liu she knew 12 years ago.

Brother Ah Liu left on a day in Spring, and a horse carriage took him away from her. From then on, her life experience eternally froze at the moment that she chased him. It was that last look Tang Yiguang had before she fell off from the horse that was as tall as two humans, and her eyes reflected the upside-down view of the romantic pasture that stretched thousands of miles in the rural areas of the nation.

Afterward, she could only remember the horse field that they were in and their respective mounts, the playful moments that he and she shared, and how she would fall asleep on his shoulders whenever she became tired from watching the sun set. At night, when the stars and moon rose, he would carry her back, and his robes would be stained with the aromatic fragrance of the dew from the surrounding flowers.

Many years later, she became his Noble Consort and thought of her Brother Ah Liu as she munched on the snacks in her golden palace. The Regent King had told her that Brother Ah Liu would be returned to her once she became the Noble Consort, and she could forever be with Brother Ah Liu once the Empress was killed.

Being the Empress would be great, but nothing was more important than her Brother Ah Liu.

Tang Yiguang snuggled her head against Xuanyuan Min's shoulder and cried her lungs out. Xuanyuan Min just hugged her, and he glanced sideways at Meng Fuyao.

In response, Meng Fuyao smiled. ”Murderers cannot be spared.”

Xuanyuan Min continued to look at her. Moments later, he remarked. ”Aren't you just worried about me?”