Noticing Min Feiyan's gaze, Mu Yanming calmly shielded the little woman beside him behind his back.
His eyes, as deep as a pool, stared sharply at Min Feiyan.
Min Feiyan noticed this and subconsciously placed her hand on her lower abdomen. Before Mu Shengze changed, he had also doted on her like this.
Since she was born, her health had always been frail. According to the imperial physician, her condition was incurable. Even if she was in good health, she would have to rely on medicine all year round.
At first, she had always wondered why the queen had chosen such a prince's consort for her after much deliberation. In contrast, Leng Nier was the complete opposite.
Now she finally understood the queen's intentions. From the very beginning, the queen had never intended for her youngest son to be the crown prince. So everything she did was to pave the way for her eldest son.
If the Prince of Rui had really lived up to her expectations and ascended to the throne, as a queen in such poor health, she would have no say in who the emperor took into the harem. After all, her health was a well - known fact.
Moreover, as the queen, she had to consider her status and the emperor's heirs.
Although she had heard that the royal family was heartless, she had never imagined it could be so heartless.
Seeing that the Prince of Rui could no longer be the crown prince, she had become a discarded piece.
Now, although she was being taken care of in the main palace, it was only to leave a root for the Prince of Rui who had fled.
Mo Qinghuan raised her little head, looked at the back of Mu Yanming's head, and gently tugged at his sleeve. By accident, she touched his hand hidden under the sleeve.
When her cold fingertips touched Mu Yanming's hand, it was as if they had been ignited. She quickly withdrew her hand due to the heat.
Mu Yanming had been acting strangely these days, which made her extremely puzzled.
Mu Yanming also suppressed the rising fire in his heart. He turned sideways and tightly held her little hand.
Only then did Min Feiyan come back to her senses. "Your servant pays respects to Your Highness the Regent and Your Highness the Princess."
Mu Yanming snorted coldly. His handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted together. It was obvious to everyone that the Regent was in a terrible mood.
But Min Feiyan showed no sign of giving way. "May your servant have a private conversation with Your Highness the Princess?"
Mu Yanming's face darkened even more. He turned to look at Mo Qinghuan. Mo Qinghuan knew that he didn't want her to be alone with others.
So she looked at Min Feiyan and said with obvious coldness and detachment, "There's no need for a private conversation. Just say what you want to say."
Seeing that Mo Qinghuan showed no mercy to her, Min Feiyan's fingers clutching the handkerchief turned white instantly. Her long fingernails dug into her flesh, and she didn't even feel the pain as her flesh turned blood - red. Instead, her chest felt extremely stuffy.
Although she had not been the most noble woman in the world before, as the Princess of Rui, no one had ever dared to treat her so contemptuously.
This made her see the situation clearly, and she even began to understand Mu Shengze's actions. Without power and influence, one really had no say in anything!
Mo Qinghuan knew what Mu Yanming was thinking, but after all, he was a man and the high - ranking Regent. It would be laughable if he threw a tantrum at a commoner.
But Min Feiyan had no self - awareness of her status. As the Princess of the Regent, she could give her a little warning.
"Min, have you forgotten that the Prince of Rui has been demoted to a commoner? As his wife, you can no longer call yourself 'your servant'."
There was no expression in Mo Qinghuan's almond - shaped eyes, but the curve of her lips made Min Feiyan feel a surge of uncontrollable anger in her heart.
Even her face showed a hint of anger, which was almost impossible to hide.
Mo Qinghuan noticed her expression and couldn't help but think of the first time she saw Min Feiyan. At that time, she was not like this. The softness in her eyes and the cold and elegant temperament that emanated from her made people feel comfortable.
But now she had become a resentful woman.
However, this was understandable. After all, having experienced so many unpleasant things, no one could remain unchanged.
After reminding Min Feiyan, she hooked Mu Yanming's arm and left.
After walking a dozen steps, Mu Yanming held her little hand and suddenly stopped. He gently brushed the stray hairs on her forehead and tucked them behind her ear.
His rough fingertips brushed across her earlobe, and then he gently pinched her pink earlobe. "The child in her womb was saved by you?"
Hearing this, Mo Qinghuan didn't say a word and didn't deny it either. She knew that her whereabouts and what she did were always under Mu Yanming's control. It didn't matter whether she said it or not.
After strolling around for a while, she felt a bit tired and leaned lazily against Mu Yanming.
Noticing the change in the little woman beside him, Mu Yanming's heart softened. He picked her up horizontally and headed for the Frost Pavilion not far away.
She nestled in Mu Yanming's arms and looked up at the plaque of the Frost Pavilion. As they walked forward, Bai Ke and Dongxue, who had been following behind, quickly stepped forward to open the door.
The door, which had not been opened for a long time, creaked heavily, like the roar of a wild beast in the dark night.
Walking into the Frost Pavilion, she was immediately shocked. She had thought it would be dilapidated, but unexpectedly, the courtyard was spotless.
She was filled with doubts and quietly looked at the expression of the man beside her.
Then she heard his voice, as clear as a mountain spring and as cold as a howling gale.
"This place is cleaned every day, but except for this king, no one has ever dared to set foot here."
She quietly glanced at the main hall. A carved and hollowed - out screen stood in front of the bed, blocking her view. She could faintly see the outer hall.
Inside the main hall, there was a big pear - wood bed with several brocade quilts on it. Not far away, the dressing table was filled with lipsticks, rouge, and jewelry.
If she didn't know the story behind it, she would really think that someone lived here every day.
Suddenly, a bold thought occurred to her. This was the place where Mu Yanming's mother had once lived. After that incident back then, it should have been in ruins, but it had been preserved so well...
Could it be that the current emperor had feelings for his sister - in - law, the Crown Prince's consort...
She didn't dare to think anymore. Such thoughts were too blasphemous. She shook her head to get rid of those messy thoughts.
This scene puzzled Mu Yanming. From beginning to end, his eyes had never left this charming woman who was looking around.
He watched as the stars in her eyes showed confusion, understanding, panic, and finally disbelief. He gently tapped the tip of her nose.
"Rest here for a while. Your husband will be back soon."
Mo Qinghuan clutched her handkerchief, blushed, and lowered her head. She didn't know when Mu Yanming had seemed to have an epiphany. After that first "your husband", he had been saying it non - stop.
But she also knew that he wasn't usually like this. She wondered who had corrupted him.