Arthur Mu has forgotten Prince Christian Qin\'s words. He wanted Jessica Mo to help him, just so he could feel the same way he did when he was a boy. Just before the assassin had run towards Jessica Mo, he had been trying to figure out whether or not Jessica was behind Elizabeth\'s death. It really may have nothing to do with his wife. He couldn’t find a good reason to blame her. There was no proof. As Jessica Mo trailed behind him, he considered everything, including her bravery when she was a young girl. She had saved him, after all. He must treat her better, Arthur Mu thought. He sat on a chair. When he raised his eyes at her, he saw Jessica Mo fumbling through the medical kit. Arthur Mu realized that, except for that one time in the mountain, she had never bandaged any of his wounds. She spoke of it, but had never actually done it. Jessica Mo found the needle and clumsily threaded it. He remembered her speaking of sewing and using thread.
The civil and military affairs of the Mu Dynasty needed his attention, but no one dared to meet him alone. Although Arthur Mu has just ascended the throne, his way of doing things intimidated both the civil and military officials. While many admired the young Emperor, they were also deeply afraid. In the bedroom, Arthur Mu had drunk himself to oblivion. But the more wine he drank, the more his memories bothered him. Her words echoed in his ears. “I could not have done it even if I wanted to!” It was their father, who had sealed his daughters’ fates, and indirectly, his own. And yet, the patriarch had himself been pushed by circumstances beyond his control. A minister like Mr. Mo had to display loyalty to the Emperor at all times. The Emperor could seize everything he owned at the slightest provocation. This was exactly what had happened to their ill-fated family. Everything they had was taken from them, including their lives. And Arthur,
Even if she wanted to, Jessica Mo really could not say where her sister was. By now no one believed her. For her, time passed slowly, though to most the summer seemed to pass in the twinkling of an eye. It was now the start of autumn. Though he looked desperately for her, Elizabeth Mo was nowhere to be found. He thought about her every night. She had suffered terribly in his hands. While he loved another woman, he had tortured her and had nearly sent her to her death over and over. How did she survive? From the moment he had killed her family, how did she survive day after day? Arthur Mu was wrapped up in grief, the way he had never before experienced. He wanted to cry, but he couldn\'t even call up the tears to relieve him of his guilt. He looked at the lonely bedroom. His heart felt numb and painful at the same time. A bitter taste washed his mouth, again and again, rushing to his throat. Every day, a doctor would report on Jessica Mo\'s situatio
One year later, the new Emperor had seemingly aged quickly. The empty palace was the venue where civil and military officials met, but now it was also the main subject of their meetings. As Emperor, Arthur Mu ranked higher than the ten thousand people who made up the huge bureaucracy of his empire. However, there were certain duties that he needed to cater to, and the civil and military officials were getting anxious that he was shirking his responsibility. This was one of the disadvantages of imperial power. It encroached on his domestic and personal affairs. Even as he sought to soothe his heartache by torturing Jessica Mo, all the effort he had put into it amounted to nothing. Elizabeth could not be found. It was all in vain. At last, he could not evade a meeting with his officials. It was an open secret what he had done to his queen, and though nobody dared to ask him why he had done it, everyone was pressing him to recruit more beautiful women into the
Arthur Mu has stayed in the temple for more than half a month. During this period, he has been observing Elizabeth\'s every move. He has taken every opportunity he could to talk to her, but every time he did, she never revealed that she knew him. Arthur Mu didn\'t give up. He questioned the head monk about when Elizabeth entered the temple, and the circumstances surrounding her. \"She had come one night, with injuries all over her body. She never explained where she had come from. In fact, I didn\'t want to keep her at that time, for fear that she might bring harm to the temple. But I had taken pity on her. At that time, she was in such poor condition. In her eyes, you could see that she had resigned herself to her fate.\" \"I asked her, why does she look happy despite her poor condition. Her reply haunted me. She said, no matter how she ended up, at least she knew that the person she cared about was happy.\" Arthur Mu frowned slightly. \"
Elizabeth froze. Looking at the waning moon in the sky, she was silent for a long time, and finally turned back. \"The Emperor must stop worrying about the past, and instead think about the future.\" Is she finally willing to reveal her identity? Arthur Mu happily walked over and gently her shoulders from behind her. \"Elizabeth, go back to the palace with me.\" Elizabeth’s eyes were downcast, her hands tightly clasped. \"It has been two years since I was driven out of your house with its Plum Garden. In these two years, I have come to see a lot of things clearly. The Emperor is no longer the boy that was Arthur Mu, and I am no longer the girl Elizabeth Mo.\" Her words are so plain, but every word struck Arthur Mu\'s heart. \"Elizabeth, I know I need to make it up to you. I want my future to be with you.\" Elizabeth suddenly turned around to face him. With a light smile, she asked, \"May I ask why the Emperor came to this temple?
At night, Elizabeth tossed and turned on her wooden bed. It’s easier if she had just pretended to be forgetful. If he had accepted that she had lost her memory. It would be better if she had actually forgotten him. She had poured out all her love to him, and now that they meet again, all the peace she had felt seemed like self deception. But what can she do? She neither cared about his newfound power and prestige, nor did she care about these things in the past before he rose to power. But her sister’s words had hurt her, that even now, she clearly remembered them. \"Now you don\'t need me to kill you, because there is no way Arthur Mu will fall in love with you. Elizabeth, this is God\'s gift to me and God\'s retribution to you. Though I was the one who was abducted, you’re the one who was lost!\" \"Elizabeth, get up quickly.\" Just as the first rays of sun lit up the dim sky, the sound of a quick knock on her door interrupted Elizabeth\'
Elizabeth was welcomed into the palace. Waiting for the carriage to stop at the palace gates, Elizabeth stepped out of the carriage with the help of a maidservant, looking at the simple and elegant bedroom. Another maidservant proceeded to bow to her. \"Your Maidservant humbly welcomes the Empress.\" The voice was familiar. It was Ermengarde Qui was still here. \"Ermengarde, get up quickly.\" Elizabeth hugged her. Soon, her old maidservant led her into her chamber. Arthur Mu had thoughtfully made sure her bedroom faced beautiful scenery. Though he didn’t know it was her all these years, he had still remembered how much she enjoyed plum trees. Outside, eunuchs were busy planting plum trees. “This is Barbara Liu, one of the palace maids. The Emperor has ordered her to and serve the Queen.\" Ermengarde Qiu introduced the 15-year-old maidservant, who knelt down to Elizabeth. \"I am maidservant Barbara Liu, here to serve the E