BSI Chapter 480: What kind of clash will occur when Liu Ruolan is asked to treat the Moon Goddess?
Chapter 480: What kind of clash will occur when Liu Ruolan is asked to treat the Moon Goddess?
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the carved window frames, spreading a layer of pale golden light across the ground.
Inside the Yuxiu Palace, the bed curtains were half-drawn and hung down, the moon-white gauze curtains fluttering gently in the morning breeze, like a cloud being blown by the wind.
Jiang Zhaoyue leaned against Qin Mu's chest, her long hair scattered on the pillow, her cheeks still flushed, and her brows showing a hint of languid contentment.
Her breathing became steady and long, and the rise and fall of her chest gradually subsided, like a cat that had finally calmed down.
Qin Mu lay on his side beside her, propping his chin up with one hand, looking down at her with a half-smile on his lips.
His fingers gently traced her shoulder, the movement tender, as if caressing a fragile piece of porcelain.
Jiang Zhaoyue's fingers were crossed and placed above her chest, her fingertips as slender as jade, delicate and smooth.
Qin Mu suddenly spoke, his voice soft and tinged with a hint of a smile.
"When I see Xu Longxiang next time, I must thank him properly."
Jiang Zhaoyue's fingers paused slightly, and she raised her head, her eyes full of doubt.
"Your Majesty, why thank him?"
Qin Mu smiled, his eyes gentle.
"Thank you for sending my beloved concubine to my side."
Jiang Zhaoyue's face immediately turned red.
The red blush, like paint scattered by the wind, quickly spread across her entire cheeks, then burned to her ears, her neck, and deep into her collar.
She lowered her head, buried her face in his chest, and spoke in a muffled voice with a hint of coquettishness.
"His Majesty is just joking."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like two feathers shivering in the wind, but her heart felt like a jar of honey had been overturned, sweet to the point of being cloying.
Qin Mu patted her back lightly twice with his fingers, and said nothing more.
After a moment, Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly froze, her eyelashes trembling as if she had remembered something.
She bit her lip, looked up, and whispered something in Qin Mu's ear, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with shyness and anticipation.
"His Majesty……"
Qin Mu turned his head slightly to look at her.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Zhaoyue's face turned even redder, so red it looked like it was about to bleed. Her lips parted slightly and then closed again. The words swirled in her throat a few times before finally being squeezed out.
"Your Majesty, I also wish to have a child."
Qin Mu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
He reached out and gently pinched her cheek, a very light touch, tinged with affection.
"I also wish for it. But this is not something I can have simply by wishing for it; it depends on luck and fate."
His gaze fell on the sky outside the window, illuminated by the morning light, and his voice carried a hint of emotion.
What he said is true, because as his strength improves, the probability of him getting pregnant becomes smaller and smaller.
The reason why the offspring of the strong are often infertile is precisely this.
So when he learned that Xu Fenghua was pregnant with his child, he was still somewhat surprised.
After all, he had so many women in his harem who were with him every day, yet none of them had conceived, while he and Xu Fenghua had conceived a child after only a few times.
It must be said that Xu Fenghua was very lucky and had good genes.
Jiang Zhaoyue bit her lip, her face flushed, her voice carrying a hint of stubbornness and anticipation.
"Well... try a few more times, you'll get it eventually."
After saying that, she buried her face in his chest, her ears burning hot, and even her neck turning a faint pink.
Qin Mu smiled, reached out, gently put his arm around her waist, and lowered the bed curtains.
The moon-white gauze curtains slowly descended, obscuring the view inside. Only the shadows of two people were cast on the curtain walls, nestled closely together.
Morning light seeped in through the cracks in the window, casting dappled shadows on the gauze curtains, like a flowing painting.
.......
Meanwhile, in the side hall...
Yun Suxin and Liu Ruolan have been taken to a side hall of the palace.
The side hall was small and simply furnished. The rosewood tables and chairs were so shiny they reflected the light, and a landscape painting hung on the wall, depicting mountains and rivers that shimmered faintly in the morning light.
The leading palace maid turned around to face Liu Ruolan and Yun Suxin, her voice indifferent and devoid of any emotion.
"Please wait here. His Majesty is busy right now, so please wait."
Liu Ruolan gave a slight curtsy, her voice soft. "Yes."
The palace maids withdrew, and the palace doors slowly closed behind them with a soft "bang".
Only Liu Ruolan and Yun Suxin remained in the side hall.
Yun Suxin was bound tightly, with ropes wrapped around her shoulders, wrists, and ankles, making it impossible for her to move.
She knelt on the ground, her knees touching the cold gold bricks. Her long hair was disheveled, her clothes were rumpled, her face was as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, and her eyes were bloodshot.
Although Liu Ruolan did not kneel on the ground, she stood to the side with her head down, her hands folded in front of her, her fingers trembling slightly.
Her face was also pale, her eyes were slightly red, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked nervous.
The side hall was so quiet that you could hear the faint crackling of the candlelight and the distant chirping of birds outside the window.
Yun Suxin raised her head, glanced at Liu Ruolan, and a self-deprecating smile slowly appeared on her lips.
"See? You're next. Your fate will be no better than mine. You'll regret it, regret not running away with me."
Her voice was hoarse, carrying a coldness of resignation and despair.
Liu Ruolan glanced at Yun Suxin but said nothing.
She simply lowered her head and continued to look at her toes.
Of course, she couldn't see it at all.
If you look down and can't see your toes, you'll be a beauty beyond compare.
Seeing the other person's expression, Yun Suxin lost the energy to continue mocking.
She sighed softly, lowered her head, and looked at her wrists, reddened by the rope, and at the deep marks. Her heart sank into despair.
She became even more pessimistic about her future.
She didn't know how Qin Mu would deal with her, or what awaited her.
All she knew was that man, the man she hated to the core.
They will definitely torture her with methods that are more cruel, more perverse, and more agonizing than before.
But she was powerless to do anything about it.
Morning light peeked through the cracks in the window, illuminating the two women and casting their shadows on the wall—one kneeling, one standing; one tall, one short.
Like a painting.
........
Two more hours passed before the sounds in the palace gradually subsided.
Morning light streamed in through the cracks in the window, illuminating the entire room.
The head palace maid stood guard outside the palace gate, listening intently to any sounds coming from inside.
When she heard the noise finally stop, she looked up at the sky, thought it was about time, gently pushed open the door, bent down and went inside.
She lowered her head, walked to the center of the hall, and knelt down on the cold gold bricks with a thud, her forehead touching the ground, her voice soft and respectful.
"Your Majesty, Lady Liu has arrived."
Qin Mu's voice came from inside the bed curtains, carrying a hint of languor.
"Let them wait outside."
The palace maid was taken aback; His Majesty had referred to them, not "she."
His Majesty clearly already knew.
She felt a slight chill and, not daring to ask any more questions, lowered her head.
"Yes."
She stood up, bowed, and left through the palace gate.
The palace doors closed slowly behind her without making a sound.
Inside the bed curtains, Jiang Zhaoyue lifted her head from Qin Mu's embrace, her long hair scattered on the pillow, and a lingering blush on her cheeks.
She reached out, took the moon-white robe from the clothes rack beside the bed, gently unfolded it, and draped it over Qin Mu's shoulders.
Qin Mu sat up, and Jiang Zhaoyue knelt behind him, pulling his robe off his shoulders, smoothing out the wrinkles, and tying his belt.
Qin Mu dressed, got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the palace gate.
Jiang Zhaoyue followed behind him, standing with her hands at her sides and her head down, without going out.
Because she needs to absorb the information carefully to avoid any omissions.
This way you can try your best to get pregnant as soon as possible.
at this time,
The palace maids pushed open the palace doors, and the morning light poured in, making the moon-white figure stand out exceptionally clearly.
Liu Ruolan stood in the center of the side hall and trembled when she heard footsteps.
Almost instinctively, she knelt down, her knees slamming into the gold bricks with a dull thud. Her forehead touched the ground, and her long hair slipped from her shoulders, spreading out on the floor.
"This humble servant... greets Your Majesty."
Her voice was hoarse, with a slight, suppressed tremor.
Qin Mu didn't look at her, but walked straight past her and stood in front of Yun Suxin, who was bound hand and foot.
Yun Suxin knelt on the ground, her hands tied behind her back, and her ankles wrapped in ropes, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were rumpled, her face was as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, and her eyes were bloodshot and exhausted.
Qin Mu looked down at her, a slow smile curving his lips, a playful, nonchalant smile like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Moon Goddess, are you not comfortable in my palace? Why do you want to leave after only a short time?"
He was well aware of Yun Suxin's departure; the entire palace was at his mercy, including what had happened that morning.
He was particularly aware of Han Xin'er's behavior, and at the time, Qin Mu was somewhat surprised by this girl.
I never expected Han Zhong to have such a daughter.
The girl's performance even sparked a desire in Qin Mu to mentor her.
Yun Suxin raised her head and looked at Qin Mu's smiling, hateful face, feeling a deep sadness in her heart.
She snorted coldly, turned her head away, and refused to look at him or say anything.
She had nothing more to say.
Begging for mercy? She already did.
Begging? She did beg.
Threat? She did threaten her.
Nothing works.
This man had been toying with her from the very beginning, from the southwestern border to the capital, from carriages to palaces.
From the moment she lost her power, she was nothing more than an ant in the palm of his hand.
Liu Ruolan knelt on the ground and was startled when she heard His Majesty call that woman "Moon Goddess".
The Moon Goddess? This woman is the Moon Goddess?
The Moon Goddess Cult leader that her husband Han Zhong went to attack?
The Moon Goddess who caused Han Zhong's defeat and plunged the Han family into utter ruin?
A storm raged within her; her fingers clenched tightly in her sleeves, her nails digging into her palms.
Liu Ruolan lowered her head, not daring to look at Qin Mu or Yun Suxin. She bowed even lower, her posture becoming more respectful and humble.
Qin Mu shifted his gaze from Yun Suxin's face to Liu Ruolan, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"Tell me, how should I punish her?"
Liu Ruolan's body trembled slightly, her forehead touching the cold gold brick, her voice hoarse.
"This concubine...this concubine dares not speak presumptuously."
Her voice trembled. She didn't know what His Majesty meant, whether he was testing her or really asking her a question.
She dared not answer, dared not look up, and dared not even breathe heavily.
Yun Suxin looked at Liu Ruolan coldly, her eyes full of mockery.
She suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse, carrying a sense of recklessness and almost insane determination.
"Qin Mu! If you have the guts, give me a quick death right here!"
Her eyes were fixed on Qin Mu, her pupils burning with the last vestiges of stubbornness and resentment.
Qin Mu looked at her and smiled.
"How could I bear to let you die?"
Yun Suxin's heart sank.
She closed her eyes and stopped speaking.
She knew she wouldn't die.
She will live, living in the cage this man built for her, living like a bird with clipped wings.
Living is worse than being dead.
Qin Mu turned around to face Liu Ruolan, the smile still lingering on his lips.
"Lady Liu, I'm entrusting this disobedient woman to you. You shall discipline her, shall you?"
Liu Ruolan suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.
She didn't understand, why her?
She was merely the wife of a disgraced official, a widow living under someone else's roof, a pawn who couldn't even control her own destiny.
Why would His Majesty entrust such an important matter to her?
Her lips trembled violently, and her voice was hoarse.
"Your Majesty... I... I am unworthy of such a position..."
Qin Mu smiled and interrupted her.
"If I say you can do it, then you can do it."
Liu Ruolan lowered her head, not daring to refuse again.
She bit her lip, her forehead touching the gold brick, her voice hoarse.
"Your humble servant... obeys the decree."
Yun Suxin looked at Liu Ruolan, a complex light flashing in her eyes.
She remembered what Han Xin'er had said last night—"So that my mother can feel better when she meets His Majesty tomorrow." This young girl betrayed her for her mother's sake.
And now this mother is going to discipline her.
A self-deprecating smile slowly curved her lips, carrying a deep-seated sorrow.
Yun Suxin lowered her head and stopped looking at anyone.
Qin Mu turned around and walked towards the palace entrance. After taking two steps, he stopped and did not look back.
"Give them a good lesson here. I'll come back in a couple of days to see how they turn out."