When the moon set behind the mountains and the stars faded, it was time for a young woman to rise, dress up and wait for her wedding.
"Your Highness, you're awake. The Empress Dowager wants to comb your hair herself; she's waiting outside for tea." The cool voice of Green Cloud pulled Mu Ruiyue back from the endless grief.
Later, Mu Ruiyue slowly opened her eyes and saw a bright red all around, as if the blood of those around her was flowing.
But when she saw Green Cloud, the perfect Green Cloud, Mu Ruiyue raised her hand and tremblingly touched it, feeling a wave of joy in her heart.
Luckily, Green Cloud is still alive.
Since Mu Ruiyue Mo cannot die from ingesting gold, it's time to start revenge.
"The princess, please be quick." The painting screen laughed sweetly.
"Painting Screen, weren't you...?" Mu Ruiyue exclaimed, her heart filled with joy.
"The Painting Screen has also come back to life. This means that the painful memories she had were just a nightmare. As long as it's a nightmare, then Jin Pillow will come back, and her little heart will also come back."
"Oh, where is Jin Pillow? Call her to come see me and bring Baimai." Mu Ruiyue's lips unconsciously curled into a faint, sad smile.
As soon as the words were spoken, Green Cloud and Painting Screen exchanged a look of surprise, feeling puzzled.
It was Painting Screen who snapped back to consciousness first, softly asking, "Your Highness, who is Jin Pillow? And who is Baimai?"
"Do you not know Jin Pillow and Baimai?" Mu Ruiyue was equally confused.
Then, Mu Ruiyue shivered and continued to ask, "What year is it under the mandate of Tianyou?"
"Your Highness, it is the eleventh year under the mandate of Tianyou," Green Cloud said softly.
In the eleventh year of Tianyou's winter, the soft fortress princess Mu Ruiyue married the world's son of Wen Xin, Dong Fang Shixian.
In the winter of Tianyou's eighteenth year, the Princess Ruo Fu, Mu Ruiyue, died by suicide after swallowing gold due to excessive grief over the loss of her daughter.
"Your Highness, are you not willing to marry the Prince Dong Fang Shixian?" Painting Screen suddenly asked, her tone extremely small.
After speaking, Mu Ruiyue gently smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
"Your Highness, if you don't want to marry, why not mention it to the Empress Dowager? If she can't make the decision, there's still the Emperor. After all, even tigers don't eat their cubs." With a bit of courage, Painting Screen raised her voice.
"Even tigers don't eat their cubs. But unfortunately, the ones who forced Mu Ruiyue Mo to commit suicide in her previous life were all family members."
"Painting Screen, what do you see? Just say it directly." Mu Ruiyue closed her eyes and then reopened them, the hatred in her eyes gradually hiding, followed by a temperament of grace and refinement.
"Your Highness, I may not be right. But, I quietly inquired and found out that the wife of Wen Xin Marquis kept the Prince Dong Fang in her courtyard until he was twelve years old." Painting Screen bit her lip, her face filled with guilt.
According to the customs of the Great Zhou, boys as young as nine years old are required to separate from their mothers.
This news is implying that Dong Fang Shixian may be overly dependent on Jiao.
At this moment, Empress Ma could no longer wait and ordered the nursemaid to knock on the door and enter.
"Your mother, you can't wait to have me married to the Prince Dong Fang. I sit in front of the mirror, with a cold smile on my lips, and my phoenix eyes are calm."
"Yueluo, your marriage to the Wen Xin Marquis's estate is to repay your father's favor. Moreover, this Eastern World Substitute, this palace has approved of him, he is a mild-mannered and kind-hearted man, known for his filial piety to his mother. He also shares the same hobby with you, excelling in cultivating flowers. If you put your heart into it, these days will certainly be peaceful and harmonious." Empress Ma clung to her jade comb and combed Mu Ruiyue's hair.
One comb through to the end, two combs through to the white hair meeting the eyebrows, three combs through to grandchildren scattered all over, four combs through to four silver bamboo shoots fully upright.
This auspicious saying, as in the previous life, was sung lightly by Empress Ma.
"Mother, if the daughter feels that Eastern World Substitute is not a good match, what would you do?" Mu Ruiyue couldn't help but sigh.
In fact, she shouldn't have tested the Empress Ma; the outcome would be the same.
Indeed, Empress Ma became nervous, worried that Mu Ruiyue might run away and marry, bending down, speaking softly and pleading with a hint of urgency: "Yueluo, your brother's position is unstable and needs the support of a prominent family as soon as possible."
"Mother, I will marry." Mu Ruiyue finally gave up, so she closed her eyes.
Marry if one must; if not, how else can one make those who caused her harm in the past pay the price they deserve?
