"Wang Yue?" Xuanqing put down the pen in his hand and met her eyes.
Wangyue's eyes fell on Xuanqing almost obsessively. The moment their eyes intertwined, she suddenly cried.
"Your Majesty, Wangyue misses you."
Mochizuki's tears came in waves. She was already beautiful, but now that she was crying, I felt pity for her even more.
Xuanqing looked at her and thought, Yin Luzhu would never cry like this.
He couldn't help but wonder, what would Yin Luzhu look like if he missed someone?
However, no matter what she looks like, even if she doesn't cry like a pear blossom with rain at the moon, if she does cry, then the person she misses will be so happy.
Wangyue looked at Xuanqing and saw him sitting at the desk. She couldn't help but suddenly thought of the scene when she first met him.
It was an early spring morning, the mist had not yet dispersed, and the air was filled with the faint scent of flowers and vegetation.
At this quiet moment, Xuan Qing, dressed in a green shirt, approached through the morning dew. He had a delicate appearance, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, which gave him the feeling of a jade tree facing the wind.
The green shirt flows in the wind, giving him a sense of elegance. His face seems to have been carefully carved, with clear lines and exquisite features. Under this elegant attire, his figure is even more prominent, as if he is a Qianqian prince who stepped out of the Book of Songs.
As he approached, the air around him seemed to become quiet.
His gentle smile made people feel friendly, and his behavior was full of calmness and elegance. His footsteps landed lightly on the stone ground, leaving a faint sound, as if he was afraid of breaking the quiet morning.
He sat by the pool, closed his eyes, breathed the fresh air, and felt the spring breeze. His mood became happy, as if the whole world became beautiful.
This scene seems to be frozen in time. Xuanqing in green shirt is sitting by the pool with a smile on his face and looking at the water gently. It felt warm and peaceful, and she never forgot it.
This is Xuanqing. He is personable, elegant and calm, which is unforgettable.
The next moment, Wangyue came to Xuanqing with tears in her eyes. She lowered her eyes and took out the cakes in the basket.
"My lord, this is your favorite chestnut cake. Try it."
Xuanqing picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, letting it slowly spread. In an instant, the sweet aroma filled his entire mouth.
This was his favorite pastry and the only one he had ever eaten. He had remembered this taste for a long time.
But now, I don’t love it anymore.
He put the remaining half piece on a plate.
"What brings you here?"
"I miss you."
Mochizuki got straight to the point, her eyes full of pleading, "You haven't come to see me for a long time."
"The state affairs are busy recently, please take care of them more."
Wangyue slowly moved closer to Xuanqing. She put one hand on his chest and caressed him slowly, "Your Majesty, I want a child, a child that belongs to you and me."
Xuanqing caught her moving hand.
"Wangyue, please go back first. I still have some memorials to approve."
"Xuanqing."
Mochizuki's tone couldn't help but be a little heavier, "Do you... don't love me anymore?"
Facing Wangyue's inquiry, Xuanqing was stunned for a moment.
He looked at Wangyue in front of him and remembered how he had supported her all the way. He was grateful to her and would protect her, but... he didn't seem to be moved.
In the past, he didn't know what heartbeat was, but since he met Yin Luzhu, he thought he should understand.
He has never been in love with Wangyue.