Chapter Sixteen Return to the Mansion Part Two
"Oh dear, my good queen, you've finally returned. Do you know that the king was furious when he came back and didn't see you in the mansion? He sent out the imperial guards to search for you and they almost turned the entire capital upside down! The servants in the mansion were all implicated because they didn't take good care of you, so please don't ever sneak out like this again without a word!"
The carriage stopped, the thick brocade curtain was lifted, and Xia Ziyu had just poked his head out when the old steward, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately bowed and approached him. His hurried footsteps made crunching sounds on the thick snow-covered ground. Xia Ziyu absent-mindedly held onto the old man's wrinkled hand as he got off the carriage.
The snow was thick and heavy, the biting cold wind swept across her face, the howling sound of the wind echoed, the wind seeped into her clothes through the seams, her hands and feet were icy cold without a hint of warmth, and the snow fell again.
The young girl held an umbrella, with red cotton threads floating and flowers dotted.
"The king is in the study—"
Finally found the queen back, following the king for so many years, never seen him get so angry, this old man's heart was lifted to his throat, lost half of his soul.
Next to the Xiangfang Pavilion is the study, with a large lotus pond in between the connected buildings. However, now the pond is empty of lotuses, and a thin layer of snow has accumulated on the water's surface. Xia Ziyu's bright eyes gaze at the distant snowflakes dancing and twirling, gently falling onto the water.
No announcement was made, the old housekeeper opened the door to the study by himself. Xia Ziqi supported the door with a gloomy face and stepped in lightly. Inside, it was warm and cozy, completely isolated from the cold outside. The door creaked shut, the light dimmed, and only the flickering flames in the stove crackled and burned brightly, casting a reddish glow.
"Back again——" A faint tone, the person leaning on the desk in a black thick coat, with a black woven gold belt around his waist, didn't even lift his head, and suddenly listened, couldn't hear any emotion.
She didn't say a word, but her eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
After a long time, Mo Yunxuan slowly closed the letter in his hand and looked up at her standing beside the desk, his dark eyes as thick as a dark night.
"Do you know, I, your king, have been waiting for you all this time——"
Before she could react, a large palm forcefully pulled her over, "Ah——" a painful cry, and her body fell straight into his arms.
He gripped her arm very tightly, with no room for struggle. Her arm was originally slender and could be controlled firmly with just a light grip. Moreover, each of his fingers had such strength that she couldn't bear the pressure.
"Does it hurt?" He coldly furrowed his brow, gazing at her who was clutching her stomach in pain.
"Also knows pain—"
His gloomy eyes slowly swept across her face filled with pain, and the next moment, he suddenly raised his voice, cold and overbearing tone, and the force on his arm also increased.
"Who let you go 'Drunken Spring Breeze'"
A strong attitude, no room for resistance and perfunctory tone, but in his arms, Xia Ziyu's tears had already fallen down, she just knew, he wouldn't let her off easily.
"Do you know where that person went?!"
She shook her head frantically, no. She had no idea, if she had known earlier, she would rather die than go. The pain, the pain of being tied up by him, but that scene with Chuixue was even more heart-wrenching.
"Didn't King Wang tell you not to go out casually?!"
His fierce tone and desperate force once again made her tears overflow, and her body was trembling non-stop in his arms, nodding desperately.
"Why don't you listen?"
She didn't know that when she returned home, the housekeeper told him that she had gone out with her maid. At that moment, how worried and anxious he was in his heart.
