Chapter 10: First Encounter with Jade
The atmosphere in the bedroom of He Lianjing was gloomy and heavy, the big red gauze curtains and festive candles could not dispel the aura of death that filled the air, so everyone was being extremely cautious, afraid that the emperor's anger would shift to themselves.
"Xing Xuan, how are you feeling? I see that your complexion is quite good..."
The man who spoke wore a dragon robe and crown, with a majestic demeanor. Although he was already middle-aged, he still looked handsome and extraordinary. He was indeed the Emperor of Haohua, Helian Cang. The woman sitting beside him was dressed in elegant clothes, with a beautiful face, and she was none other than the current Empress Yun Lingwei.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. I'm just like this now." He Lianying leaned against the headboard, his pale face gaunt, "In my opinion, it's better to forget about this auspicious matter. Anyway, I don't have much time left..."
"Xiao Er, don't talk nonsense!" Yun Lingwei scolded in a soft voice, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "As a prince with an auspicious fate, you will surely turn bad luck into good fortune!"
Helian Zhengxiao was intelligent and talented from a young age, excelling in both literature and martial arts, far surpassing Helian Zhengyu, the eldest son of the emperor. He was one of the strongest contenders for the throne, and Yun Lingwei had high hopes for him. However, fate played a cruel trick on him, afflicting him with this strange and tormenting illness, which worried the empress to the point where she could neither eat nor sleep, and her hair turned white with anxiety.
Just then, Imperial Guard Cheng De Zhang walked in quietly and bowed: "Your Majesty, Yun Mo Yan has requested an audience!"
Everyone was stunned upon hearing the words, and He Lian's brow furrowed: "Has the wedding sedan from Duke An's estate arrived? It's still several hours before the auspicious hour, how...?"
"Only Yun Mo Yan is left for Your Majesty." Cheng De Zhang nodded slightly and replied carefully, "There are no sedan chairs or people to see her off."
"Is it just one person?" He Lian's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and with a wave of his large hand, he said: "Nonsense! Yun Mo, hurry back to the manor and prepare for the wedding!"
Cheng De Zhang's face showed a difficult expression, and he bowed his head to say: "To report to the Emperor, Yun Mo said that although the auspicious coincidence cannot make the Second Prince recover, she can cure the Second Prince's illness!"
What?
Cheng De Zhang's words were no less than a heavy bomb, stunning everyone. After a long time, He Lian Cang finally came back to his senses and asked urgently: "Did she really say that?"
"Yes!" Cheng De Zhang nodded.
"Let her in!"
Cheng De Zhang responded to the sound, made a courtesy retreat, and after a moment, brought Yun Mo Ran back in. Yun Mo Ran wore a white gauze veil, covering more than half of her face, and bowed deeply to He Lian: "Your subject Yun Mo Ran greets Your Majesty, ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years! Greets the Empress, one thousand years, one thousand years, one thousand one thousand years! Mo Ran's appearance is ugly, fearing it would startle Your Majesty, so she wears a white gauze to cover her face, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
"Bow down and show respect!"
The white gauze was blown away, and He Lian swept his sleeves, but before he could ask, a voice came from the door: "Yu Wang Gongxia has arrived..."
When the man's face appeared before her eyes, Yun Mo felt a loud noise in her head, and four sentences suddenly flashed into her mind: In the north there is a beauty, who has been left to stand alone. One glance can overthrow a city, another glance can overthrow a country!
These four sentences were originally used to describe women, but they are even more suitable when applied here! The man's otherworldly beauty cannot be described by a single word "beauty". He simply stands there, exuding an indescribable elegance, nobility, and uncommon handsomeness that seems to monopolize all the advantages in the world, giving people a sense of being detached from the world and untouchable.
Perhaps it was because of the spotlessly clean pale golden shirt on his body, he was surrounded by a faint layer of golden light, as if he were a guardian who pitied and sympathized with heaven. However, the expression on his face was surprisingly cold and indifferent, as if he never took anyone seriously, ignoring everything in the world, including himself. That indifference was not an intentional disguise, but rather emanated from deep within his bones, forever and always.
This man, this man who can capture everyone's attention as soon as he appears, must be...
