Leng Muling stepped back from the banquet, not walking far, instead standing on the pavilion, gazing at the table of men dining in the hall.
Their atmosphere was harmonious, as though they were all family.
Leng Muling leaned against the railing, her eyes uncontrollably becoming sore.
"The imperial edict has already been issued, crying now will do you no good."
Yun Sijin stood behind Leng Muling, reminding her aloud.
The tear hanging at the corner of Leng Muling's eye seemed too heavy to bear and suddenly slid down her cheek.
Her expression was blank. "I never envisioned him sitting at home, sharing a meal with us."
Since the moment she fell in love with Mo Qi, she had faced numerous obstacles.
Her sister entered the palace as an Imperial Consort, her grandfather wanted her to marry well, and her father always thought she was reckless and unruly.
But she knew in her heart that she had fallen for Mo Qi at first sight.
He had come into her life like a dazzling revelation.
