The servant led Mo Qinghuan to Leng Hanyue's courtyard. She stopped at the door, and the queen mother looked towards Hanyue Pavilion.
—Hanyue Pavilion. This Hanyue Mountain Manor really has all places related to "cold" and "moon".
When she came here just now, she noticed that not far from Hanyue Pavilion, there was a courtyard called Hanshuang Pavilion.
And the courtyard where she was locked up before she came was even more amazing. It was called the "Extremely Cold Hall".
It was really extremely cold. She almost froze to death inside.
The servant urged her, "Miss, hurry up. Our manor lord has a rather bad temper. Don't keep him waiting too long."
She nodded and walked in through the moon gate.
The courtyard was desolate. In the middle was a square pool, but it had dried up, leaving only withered and dilapidated lotus plants.
"Why don't you clean up this pool?" she asked in confusion.
The servant sighed helplessly. "Anyway, it was our manor lord's order not to touch it. Miss, you'd better not ask."
Just as he was speaking, the door of the main hall was pulled open from the inside. The man was dressed in a red robe, and his long black hair was casually scattered behind him. His skin was as white as snow, and his lips were as red as cinnabar.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes were slightly squinted as they looked at her.
Mo Qinghuan looked at the man's raised eyebrows and tightly pursed thin lips. The word "demon" suddenly flashed through her mind.
Yes, all demon-like handsome men looked like this...
However, the general character setting for such people was that of a glib and charming man, but the man in front of her exuded a melancholy aura, and the whole person gave a very depressing feeling.
He stared at Mo Qinghuan for a long time without saying a word. Instead, he raised his hand and motioned for Mo Qinghuan to come over.
Mo Qinghuan walked a few steps forward and stood in front of him. He stepped aside and invited her in.
She nodded slightly and stepped in.
This room was even colder. As soon as she entered, she felt as if she was instantly enveloped by a chill.
She turned to look at the man, who still said nothing and led her further inside.
The closer they got to the inner chamber, the colder it became. Helplessly, she had to keep rubbing her arms and blowing on her hands to try to keep herself warm.
The man seemed to notice her strange behavior. He reached over the screen and threw a cloak at her.
She quickly caught it and put it on, which slightly relieved the cold.
When they reached the inner chamber, the man pushed open the door. At that moment, she lowered her head and saw the cold air pouring out of the inner chamber. She gritted her teeth and followed him in.
The interior of the room was extremely simple. There was only an ice bed with white gauze curtains hanging from it, and a painting of a beautiful woman looking at the snow hanging on the wall.
Only then did she understand why it got colder and colder as she got closer. It turned out that this was a cold room.
The red-robed man gently bent down and planted a kiss on the forehead of the woman lying on the ice bed.
"Miss, this is my wife. Please take a look at her."
Mo Qinghuan was speechless. As soon as she entered, she noticed that the woman on the bed had no breath. Although her skin remained normal, having studied medicine for a long time, she could tell at a glance that the woman on the bed had been dead for a long time...
Since the person was already dead, why did this man still ask her to treat her?
Seeing that Mo Qinghuan didn't move, the red-robed man urged her, "Miss, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and take a look at my wife."
He grabbed Mo Qinghuan's shoulders and pushed her forward. Her hands landed on the edge of the ice bed. At that moment, she felt as if the cold had penetrated into her bones, and she couldn't help shivering.
The man stared at her intently from behind. Helplessly, she had to pick up the woman's slender wrist and pretend to feel her pulse.
In fact, she could no longer feel the woman's pulse.
While feeling the pulse, she secretly observed the red-robed man and thought about what to say.
She saw that the red-robed man's eyes were full of tenderness, and the corners of his mouth were smiling as he looked at the woman lying on the bed.
She shook her head helplessly. Another infatuated man.
It was a pity...
Before she could finish feeling pity, the man suddenly shot a sharp look at her. "Why did you shake your head, Miss?"
Mo Qinghuan was startled. She calmed down a few seconds later.
"Oh, I shook my head because your wife is not seriously ill. Since she likes the cold, it's very good to keep her in this room."
Hearing this, the man bent down and whispered in the woman's ear, "My wife, did you hear that? The divine doctor said you're not seriously ill. Next spring, we can go flower viewing together."
Mo Qinghuan sighed silently. God was really cruel. Two people who truly loved each other were separated by life and death. Looking at the emperor and the empress again, so what if they were high and mighty? They disliked each other but were tied together and couldn't be separated.
After whispering to his wife, the man waved to Mo Qinghuan. "Miss, you can go out. Someone will take you down the mountain."
She nodded and walked out of the room.
After closing the door, she suddenly felt that the red-robed man shouldn't continue to live in the dream he wove for himself.
So she raised her hand and was about to push the door open again.
But the servant behind her called her, "Miss, since you're out, I'll take you down the mountain."
Mo Qinghuan thought for a moment, then raised her hand and pushed the door open.
The man frowned in dissatisfaction as if he had been disturbed, and asked, "What else do you want, Miss?"
"Sir, I have something to tell you."
The red-robed man seemed to know what she wanted to say. He raised his hand and made a stopping gesture in the air.
"I have nothing to say to you, Miss. Please leave."
With that, he walked forward and pushed Mo Qinghuan. She steadied herself against the door frame and looked into the red-robed man's eyes. "Sir, your wife is already dead. You should let her be buried properly earlier."
Hearing this, the red-robed man instantly lost control. He raised his hand and tightly grabbed Mo Qinghuan's neck.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you believe I'll kill you!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was sharp, looking just like a ghost.
Mo Qinghuan felt that her neck was about to be broken by him. She raised her hand to hold his wrist, but couldn't shake his strength at all.
"I can feel that you two must have loved each other very much before. But if she knew that you're like this for her, would she be happy? I'm afraid she wouldn't even be able to leave in peace."
"Shut up!"
The red-robed man roared out of control, and the strength of his hand suddenly increased. She felt that the air she could inhale was getting thinner and thinner. If she didn't save herself, she was afraid she would die here. So she had an idea, and a bottle of powerful anesthetic spray fell into her sleeve.
She continued to talk to distract the red-robed man. "Think about it. If your wife saw you like this now, how heartbroken she would be. So even for her sake, you shouldn't live your life like this."
The red-robed man's wrist seemed to loosen. He shook his head dejectedly. "No, she's not dead. She didn't leave me."
Seeing the man lower his head, she quickly raised her hand and sprayed the anesthetic at the man's face.
The man was shocked. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the next second, he fell heavily to the ground with a "thud".
The servant waiting outside the door heard the noise inside and shook his head with a sigh. "What a pity! You were told to leave, but you just had to go back and seek death."
Mo Qinghuan struggled to drag the red-robed man out of the room. Seeing the servant standing at the door, she called out loudly, "Come and help quickly."
When the servant saw that it was his own manor lord who had fallen, he quickly stepped forward to help.
"What's going on? Did you tell the truth?"
Mo Qinghuan nodded and supported his arm. "I still want to ask you guys what's going on. You found me to treat a dead person. Are you guys crazy?"
Hearing this, the servant sighed. "It's been four years since the lady passed away. You're the first one to tell the truth and still come out alive."