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  The flowers of late spring are in full bloom, but in his eyes, they don't compare to the beauty of this red dress.

  The hem of her skirt fluttered, and the golden phoenix embroidered on it seemed to be flapping its wings, ready to take flight.

  That day, she wore this red dress, standing on the high city wall of Ye City, a clear song lit up the entire northern desert, the gray sky.

  That day, the blood on her neck dripped onto the snowy ground. He gazed at the stunning scene of red and white contrasting with each other, thinking that even if he were to use the fresh blood of all nine clans of the Flying Dragon family to repay his debt, it would still be insufficient.

  That day, when his deep-seated anger almost drowned out all reason, he suddenly woke up to realize that he actually cared.

  Irrelevant of name.

  It has nothing to do with appearance.

  Regardless of identity.

  She was the one who "dared not to gamble with a single chance", traveling thousands of miles to the north to find him, she was the one who had always been firmly supporting him, she was the only woman in this world who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, she was the woman he loved and protected with his life, she was his only queen, his wife.

  From that moment on, he gave up all pursuit.

  Even so, that one song "Surprise Goose", and the cinnabar on her left arm, and the many unintentional natural expressions and small actions that flowed out, coincided with each other to the point of being almost heavenly.

  Even so, after all these years, he has never given up searching, but still can't find any trace of her who fell off the cliff that year.

  Even then, on the green hillside, that last glance, her figure and the memories deeply hidden in his mind inexplicably yet truly merged together, he still didn't allow himself to think deeply.

  Almost obsessively refusing to break this balance, he's nothing like himself anymore.

  But what does it matter, as long as she is still his wife, as long as she will always be by his side.

  So, when Sangmu Qing tearfully told him about that past, told him about her promise with Su Xiuwen, told him that she was the real Murong Qing, he simply coldly brushed off his sleeve and said, "Don't let me hear such nonsense again."

  It's not that I don't believe, it's just that at present, his wife still needs to rely on her identity as Miss Murong, even though this identity will also bring a lot of trouble. However, compared to her other identity, at least for now, it can keep her safe and sound.

  He had thought more than once that when all the truth came to light, even if he was no longer powerless to watch her fall off a cliff like before, even if he already had enough ability to protect her, but that past was so cruel, could she accept it? And would she still stay by his side?

  How ironic, he was actually afraid and didn't dare to take any risk, he would rather she spent her whole life as Murong Qing, he would rather she forgot the all-out dependence and adoration she had once had, as long as she stayed by his side.

  He even had murderous intentions towards Sangmu Qing, and although in the end her death was not personally carried out by him, it was at least due to his negligence.

  He wasn't unaware of Murong's family actions, yet he didn't stop them. Similarly, it was destined that they would owe Bei a debt, but none of them ever regretted it.

  Murong Duo and his wife were for the prosperity of their family.

  And all he did was for his wife.

  Yes, he knew who she was. Perhaps he had already understood in his heart when he saw her fall from Qingmu Cliff, and Sanmukui's words confirmed everything irreversibly.

  Later, she returned from Evil Doctor Valley, he knew that she had found out, however, he never mentioned it, pretending to be unaware.

  If it can be said that the woman with a bright smile back then was the only ray of light and warmth in his dark life, then now she is already deeply ingrained in his blood, even death cannot separate them.

  So, as long as he doesn't say it out loud, the situation between him and her will remain irreversible, and she will still be his legitimate queen, the only wife of this life.

  He once said that her weakness was being too emotional, he knew exactly what kind of woman she was, but if it wasn't for this, would he have fallen in love with her?

  So he understood that she wouldn't treat Murong's family as strangers just because they didn't have a blood relationship, but would continue to regard them as her own family.

  So Ming knew that she was heading to the Evil Doctor Valley for what, but he still let her go far away, just so that she could avoid the inevitable conflict between him and the Murong family.

  Qing'er, wait for me, after I've dealt with the things at hand, I'll go to Xiayi Valley to accompany you, and wait for our child to be born.

  He told her so, and also told himself, that he was smiling brightly, but his voice was filled with an uncontrollable tension that even he couldn't control.

  Her body was too weak, and it had always been a source of worry for him. However, he had no choice but to move forward.

  So Ming knew that she would eventually find out, but he hoped to deceive her for a while longer, until she avoided the bloody storm in Beijing, until the child was born safely, until everything settled down, and until there was an unbreakable bond between him and her.

  She loves children so much, so for the sake of the child, doesn't he have an extra chance to keep her?

  He thought he had planned everything well, thinking it was just a lifetime, but in the end, he couldn't outsmart heaven. He didn't know how she found out, and she arrived ahead of schedule.

  She couldn't listen to his explanation, so he coldly opened his mouth and asked, "Mu Rong Yu, you don't care about her either?"

  All she wanted was for him to be well.

  So he hit her, the person he hated to see hurt and had always protected with his life, was actually himself, who personally hit her.

  But he had no choice, he knew what she was going to do, while she didn't know or no longer cared about the danger that such actions would bring her.

  However, he couldn't help but pay attention, as long as it was related to her, he would never be able to ignore it.

  She wouldn't know how much force he needed to suppress the dull ache that was churning in his heart, so that he could punch her right hand with a tight fist and hold it back, but still couldn't control the slight trembling.

  He didn't dare to look at her more than once, afraid that with just one glance, he would soften and lose control of his desire to hold her, and all the fake images he had carefully crafted, all the self-control he had maintained, would collapse completely.

  However, in her heart, she had already collapsed at that moment. She didn't mind revealing her identity, and he knew that he still underestimated the importance of Murong Li to her. He also understood that if he died, what kind of blow it would bring to her.

  So although he knew it would be a huge risk, he still began to make arrangements in secret to rescue her. Even though he was well aware that the task of guarding Murong Yu had fallen to him, and why the imperial edict had specifically ordered him to supervise the execution, if anything went wrong during the imprisonment or execution, he would be the first to be held responsible. However, at this moment, in his haste, he couldn't think about too much, and all sorts of considerations could only be left for later.

  He didn't tell her, because in such a short time, the chances of winning were too small, and if he failed, he didn't want her to suffer from the blow of disappointment. The less she knew, the safer she would be. Time was too tight, there were too many things to plan, and there were too many prying eyes around him, so he really couldn't spare the time to explain it to her.

  But never thought, would actually force her to desperation, would actually let her set herself on fire.

  He had always known that she was a gentle-looking but strong-willed woman, yet he still underestimated her determination. To save Murong Yu, she could even disregard her own life and set the entire Guimeng Pavilion ablaze.

  He recalled her coughing uncontrollably in the midst of the raging flames, and even now his heart still trembled with fear.

  He listened as she said, Your Highness, I don't want to hear your excuses anymore. I just need you to promise me that after Yan Zhi dies, you won't let him get into any trouble. That's enough!

  The hand holding the token tightened uncontrollably, accumulating force bit by bit, with too much fatigue and pain, nowhere to vent.

  Qian Er, so you never believed me all along.

  He slowly loosened his grip, stood up, and the token fell to the ground, shattering into two halves.

  Your Highness has not yet agreed with me.

  She insisted on opening her mouth and still persisted in asking him for a guarantee.

  He paused for a moment, and his voice was tinged with a hint of desolation——

  If you want me to promise, from now on, never again will I do something like this tonight. (Still remembering the shocking reflection of the harem)

  Still remember the shocking swan's reflection (harem)