Chapter 263: Each Grieves Their Own Way

Luoyan was true As a big man, when did the King care about whether he returned late over these years"This isn't..." Kaneki hesitated, clearing his throat awkwardly. He didn't know how to start, but Q...Zhou Li suddenly knelt down and kowtowed, "Side Consort, I and Chen the blacksmith are just ordinary artisans. Death is nothing to us, but please, Side Consort, don't give up on completing this metal whip. A few days ago, my wife's birthday, I took a break in the middle of my work to go home and rest for an hour. I told my wife about you, and she admired you greatly. Since I married her, I have never seen her so spirited. For a woman to do better than us men is not something every woman can achieve. You are clearly capable, yet you want to give up because of these things. I simply can't bear it. If killing me could make you not abandon your original intention, then I, Zhou Li... would gladly die!"

Cry for freedom!

Qin Luoyan curled her lips into a sneer, "Zhou Li, I admire your integrity and courage, but... I don't like others scheming against me. With so many people watching, how can I let you die Once you die, wouldn't that solidify the title of a vicious woman for me"

Zhou Li's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly kowtowed. "Consort, I didn't mean it that way."

"But you did it anyway." Qin Luoyan sighed, although she knew Zhou Li meant well, the feeling of being schemed and forced still made her feel a little stifled.

Zhou Li lowered his head, speechless. Deep down, he feared King Wu Xuan, but perhaps the impression given by the side princess was too kind and approachable. There was respect in his heart, but no fear. He just didn't expect that this side princess would be more decisive and sharp than he imagined.

If such a woman were placed in the imperial court, she would probably be able to vie for power with those high-ranking officials.

"I was wrong." Zhou Li bowed respectfully, but in his heart he knew that after this incident, the princess on the other side would have even more respect for those in power.

"Enough! This is a one-time thing, no repeats." Qin Luo'yan helped the two people up. "Come on, let's go to the weaponsmith."

Zhou Li and Chen the blacksmith looked at each other and burst into laughter with delight. "The Consort isn't the king's consort, that's clear! With this level of wisdom, I, Chen the blacksmith, am impressed! In the future, if the Consort ever needs my help, Chen the blacksmith will never refuse!"

Qin Luoyan nodded and then turned to Jin Mu, instructing, "Go back and tell your lord... just say, I know that's not his fault, but things have happened. Please give me some time to adjust."

Hearing her say this, does she mean to forgive his master Wang Ye Jin Mu's heart skipped a beat, he quickly nodded in response. After Qin Luo Yan and Zhou Li left, he immediately ran like a little rabbit to Fu Zi Mo's study.

"My Lord, Madam said..." Jinmu was a little excited, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he began to speak in a low voice. Who knew that before he could finish his words, Fu Zimuo waved his hand to interrupt him.

"I see." Fu Zi Mo said lightly, although there was still some fatigue on his body, it was much better than before.

He had so much more he wanted to say, but a large stone seemed to be lodged in his heart. His face was contorted with an expression of grief and frustration. The guards around the King were truly insufferable at times! How could they possibly take credit for something like this before him, Jin Mu

"That's good, Your Majesty knows then. You don't have to worry about it, Your Majesty. The Crown Princess is a reasonable woman and will surely calm down soon." Jin Molu wanted to flatter him again with a smile.

Fu Zi Mo coldly raised his head, staring at him without blinking, and let out a cold snort. "She can forgive him, but can I Jin Mu, do you know what it feels like to eat a fly"

Eat flies

Jin Mu was stunned. He had never eaten a fly before, so how could he know what it felt like

But Fu Zimo was obviously not asking him, and without waiting for his reply, he continued, “Eating a fly won't kill you, but it makes you feel sick from start to finish.”

Jin Mu didn't understand, was this what the prince felt when he had leisure He didn't understand, so he dared not speak any further, lest his flattery fall on deaf ears.

Fu ZiMo let out a low sigh, waving his hand to dismiss JinMu. He stared at the drawing paper in front of him, lost in thought. On the paper, he had finally completed Qin LuoYan's portrait, but looking at the person depicted, his heart still ached. He could only murmur softly, "You're suffering, yet has this King ever been comfortable"

Paper is just paper, it will never answer any of his questions.

In the incense burner, the finest agarwood continued to burn, sending wisps of white smoke rising that added a touch of coldness to the already empty study.

Over the next two days, neither Qin Luoyan nor Fu Zimu intentionally sought out information about each other. It seemed as if both were immersed in their own anxieties and pain, offering no comfort or blame. They simply hid in their corners, licking their wounds silently.

Perhaps they are all too strong, so they can't learn those melodramatic quarrels between little lovers. Once something happens, they argue endlessly, refusing to compromise until one side wins and the other loses. They are all too rational, so when rationality and emotion come into conflict, they just want to give each other time and space to heal in private.

A heavy snowfall lasted for two whole days, blanketing the entire world in a thick layer of snow. Even the corners of the courtyard were piled high with snow that had been swept together.

When dawn broke, the snow stopped. Rarely seen sunlight peeked out from behind the clouds, its rays shooting across the sky with a faint multi-colored glow.

Qin Luoyan pushed open the door to the weapons workshop, stretching languidly and working her joints. After everything was done, she realized that every cell in her body was clamoring for endless fatigue and toil.

"Finally finished." Qin Luoyan looked up, meeting the setting sun. A little warmth radiated from the sunlight, seeping into her pores and bringing a pleasant sensation throughout her body.

"Good morning, Madam Side Concubine," A maidservant was clearing the snow in the corner, using a shovel to pile it into a basket for removal.

Qin Luoyan nodded and walked to the pile of snow. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, then suddenly beckoned to the maidservant and said, "Let me help you with this snow."

The maid didn't understand her meaning and, after hearing her detailed explanation, she finally realized. She quickly followed her instructions and fetched a large basket.

Qin Luoyan took a shovel and first piled some snow into a large basket. Then, she used the shovel to carve on the snow. She moved quickly and skillfully, and in a short while, the carving was complete. After finishing all this, she went back to her room to get paper and pen, wrote a line of small characters, and stuck it on the carving.

"Alright, while it's still cold and the snow hasn't melted, hurry and deliver this to Prince Wu Xuan's residence. And remember, be sure to deliver it to the prince's courtyard." Qin Luoyan took out a few silver coins from her bosom and gave them to the young servant.

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