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  Staring at the freshly dug grave, staring at the simple and unadorned new tomb, thinking of his wife's elegant and refined face in the coffin below, Mu Rong Qing's heart was like a knife cut, muttering to himself: "Wife, it's not that I'm resentful, but I had to bury you so hastily. It's just that I couldn't bear to let you go without being at peace, facing the gossip of the world. I didn't disturb our children, fearing they would cry and make your heart ache. Xue'er is a wicked girl who brought this upon herself, don't bother with her. Qiong'er's husband is kind and treats her well, Yu'er and Wu Meng are deeply in love, no need to worry. Only poor Feng'er, married off to that scoundrel Sima Rui, I know you were most worried about her. I promised you, I will take good care of her, not letting her suffer the slightest grievance. Perhaps we neglected Feng'er, but according to Qiong'er, she is favored by the Empress Dowager and the Queen, with her intelligence and cleverness, she should be fine in the future. For now, I cannot join you in death, remember to find a good family to reincarnate into, if fate allows it, I will marry you again as my wife. Only next time, I won't be an official in this court, just a simple commoner, living a peaceful life, perhaps even happier than before. Now that you're gone, leaving me behind to grieve alone, I'm not going to join you yet, it's not that I don't miss you, but I have unfinished business to attend to. That wicked girl Mu Rong Xue doesn't know her place, and that Emperor is also despicable. I will help Sima Zhe ascend to the throne, so Feng'er won't be bullied again...".

  The old slave stood by, listening to Mu Rong Qing Liang's endless chatter, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, with tears streaming down his face. He thought of the lady's usual kindness and good management of the Mu Rong Wang Fu, earning people's respect. It was a pity that the fourth miss had done such an annoying thing, forcing the lady to hang herself. Alas, poor old master lost his wife at this age, how could he bear it? Although there were other concubines, the old master had always been emotionally close to the lady, and no one could replace her position in the old master's heart.

  She cried for several hours, and eventually couldn't cry anymore. Her eyes were dry, her throat was hoarse, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered in dirt. Only then did she stop.

  Last night was a sleepless night due to the wind, but when I woke up this morning, the sky was a clear blue, with a refreshing air that lifted my mood.

  The medicinal effect brought by Hong Yu was indeed good. After a night's rest, when he woke up in the morning, Murong Feng already felt refreshed and much better.

  Simarui was delighted, so he suggested taking her to Congcui Garden for a stroll. It was deep autumn at this time, and Congcui Garden had planted many chrysanthemums, which were now in full bloom, like a golden sea of flowers. She had been cooped up in the house for days, either taking medicine or sleeping, and even good people would get bored, so Murong Feng had long wanted to go out for a walk. Simarui's suggestion made her very happy, and she happily followed him out.

  From afar, I saw the Emperor accompanying Murong Xue in the garden. Murong Xue wore a large red silk skirt, with a cloak of the same color, which made her skin look even more delicate and her eyebrows and eyes like a painting. Her black hair was loosely tied up, with a phoenix-shaped hairpin hanging down, swaying gently with every movement, exuding an indescribable charm that captivated people. The Emperor's eyes were filled with happiness and adoration, as if he were a bird relying on its master, or a peony flower in bloom.

  Murong Feng smiled lightly, thinking to herself that she didn't expect Murong Xue's love to be so rich and moving. When love comes, it's hard to say what's right or wrong. She also has the courage to bear the infamy for this love. In fact, with Murong Xue's personality, there is inevitably a spoiled component from her parents' doting, perhaps she never thought about whether it was right or wrong, but just liked it and that's all.

  "If it's awkward, we'll just avoid each other." Sima Rui also saw his father and Murong Xue, turned his head to look at Murong Feng, and asked tentatively. After all, Murong Xue and Murong Feng were originally biological sisters, but now one was the emperor's Snow Concubine, and the other was the emperor's daughter-in-law. It was natural for them to feel awkward when they met, so it was better to avoid each other to avoid feeling uncomfortable.

  Murong Feng looked at Sima Rui, smiled faintly and said: "Why must it be this way? This is Tongcui Garden, not Nuanyu Pavilion. Why should she come but I shouldn't? Who made the mistake wasn't me, why should I avoid her? It should be the other way around."

  Simarui smiled, he just liked Murong Feng's clear and elegant personality, like the best ancient jade, with an inexplicable clarity and elegance, a kind of inexplicable freshness and refinement mixed with inexplicable beauty and uniqueness, making people feel unspeakably comfortable.

  "Just," Murong Feng suddenly smiled mischievously, and this smile was like sunlight, making Sima Rui's eyes dazzle, and his heart also radiant without any dullness, "how should I address Your Majesty? Thinking about it is really difficult."

  "How come?" Sima Rui was somewhat perplexed. "Didn't you always address him as Father Emperor? We can just keep addressing him the same way."

  "Is that so?" Murong Feng smiled, "Logically it should be like this, I am the emperor's fourth daughter-in-law, originally I should call him Father Emperor, but, Murong Xue, also known as the emperor's Snow Empress is my younger sister. My younger sister's husband is supposed to respectfully address me as Third Sister. Ha ha, you are also Little Snow's Third Brother-in-law. What do you think the emperor would call me when he sees me? How should I greet the emperor? Grandmother allowed me not to pay respects to Murong Xue, but what about the emperor standing on one side, how should I behave?"

  Simarui was taken aback, then burst out laughing. Ah, yes, just this title is enough to give one a headache. After all, the Emperor can't possibly address his own daughter-in-law as "sister", can he? But, in fact, she really is the Emperor's beloved concubine's sister. "So what do you plan to do?"

  Murong Feng gazed at Sima Rui, that clean smile, was actually owned by such a rogue, it was really strange. The smile was warm and gentle, originally should be the kind of person with a broad mind, but he was just a rogue, yet had such a pure smile. "Sima Rui, you actually have such a clean smile, it's unexpected."

  Simarui raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, "Are you praising me or belittling me by saying so?"

  Murong Feng smiled lightly, "Of course it's praise."

  Two people were about to walk forward, when Sima Rui suddenly pulled Mu Rong Feng behind a pot of chrysanthemums on the railing. The flowers were in full bloom and just covered their figures. Faintly heard was Sima Rui's steady heartbeat, and felt the warm breath lightly brushing against her hair.

  Murong Feng was taken aback and just as he was about to speak, he heard Sima Rui say in a low voice: "It's Liu Fei. She came all the way here, it definitely won't be good news."