Chapter Thirty-One: The Palace

  She had fantasized countless times about meeting him, expecting a gentle look in his eyes, but, Brother Hao, it was you who personally destroyed the him that Xiao Yu had been thinking of.

  "General Mo, make way and let General Huangfu go first——"

  Xia Zi slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks, with a resolute tone.

  Liu'er!!!

  A furious roar pierced through everyone's eardrums, full of indignation and unwillingness. The eyelids with closed eyes trembled slightly, and the fingers placed on the couch clenched bit by bit.

  "General, please——"

  The despondent gaze slowly moved away from the pale purple curtain. Why, why? He had earnestly exhorted her to wait for him before he left, promising that when he achieved success and fame, he would request an imperial marriage from the emperor, making her the most dazzling bride in the kingdom of Mu Xuan. The string of olive leaves was something he had personally put on her before he left, a family heirloom passed down through generations of the Huang Fu family, only worn by the Huang Fu family's daughters-in-law. He had trusted her so much, thinking she would wait for him to return, but now, in just half a year, when he stepped into the imperial capital of Mu Xuan, she gave him unexpected news: she was married, and her husband was the powerful Yan Wang, with whom she had no relation whatsoever.

  Women. Are they all so vain? She was determined that he couldn't give her happiness, so she would eagerly want to throw herself into another man's arms. Just because that man had more money and power than him. Being the consort of Yan Wang is naturally much nobler than being a general's wife.

  Xia Zi Li, is this what you wanted?

  "General——"

  Huangfu Huan's right-hand side general lightly called out from beside him

  "Go!"

  The horse's head fell, 'crack' a loud whip, the horse's pained neighing voice was startling and piercing, the dense and chaotic hoofbeats sounded by my ear, the main force retreated cleanly in an instant, leaving the street empty.

  "Queen——"

  "Let's go—" A faint voice interrupted.

  The wheels started turning, and Xia Ziwei, who was sitting in the carriage, finally opened her eyes.

  "Miss, it's okay to cry if you're feeling unwell." Softly patting her back.

  Xia Zi Li simply sat in the car with a blank expression, her eyes empty and dull, as if she had lost her soul and was left with only an empty shell.

  Zi'er, Zi'er, you won't understand how helpless I was when Xia Ziyao forced me to marry into the Yan Wang Fu with those pieces of evidence, how painful it was when I lay powerless under a man's body being pierced through my body, but when I found out that the fake evidence was personally handed to me by him, it was an unprecedented despair.

  You just won't understand...

  The snow on both sides was trampled by the horse's hooves, and the carriage wheels moved forward along a path left in the middle of the road, heading towards that magnificent and solemn imperial palace.

  Huang Pu didn't know that his powerful "leave" was like a whip lash on her heart, making the shadow of him in her heart forever disappear. The pain was unpredictable, and his departure was also a betrayal of their last dependence on each other. At that moment, Xia Zi's heart was trembling.

  "The clip-clop of horseshoes reached the palace gate"

  Lofty palace walls, grayish-green bricks, soldiers standing neatly on the city wall, silver armor reflecting a cold white light in the snowy day, robust body, majestic expression, exactly the image of a soldier.

  Several magnificent carriages were already parked in front of the grand palace gate, with beautiful pearl flowers and tassels. At a glance, it was clear that they were all family members of high-ranking officials sitting inside, guarded at the door to check the token of each family entering the palace.

  One by one, they went in. Xia Ziyou's body did not have any token to enter the palace. When the carriage approached the gate, the coachman simply held out the 'Yan' royal token towards the guard, who glanced at it lightly and hastily retreated with a bow, his head bowed to the ground.

  "Welcome King Yan's Queen into the palace——"

  Xia Zi lifted the curtain and took a quick glance at the ground.

  "Get up——"

  Digression

  One watch in the morning, one watch at night...