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\'

　　In a few days, thirty beauties were found and twenty-six of them agreed to live in the harem. 　　At noon, accompanied by Ermengarde and Barbara, Elizabeth strolled in the imperial palace. In the distance, groups of young concubines talked and laughed in the pavilion. 　　Because Elizabeth didn\'t go out often, and these concubines, they didn’t know her. The quiet woman who had a ferocious scar on her cheek was their Queen, but they had no idea. 　　\"Look at her, who is that woman? The scar on her face is really frightening. \" 　　\"No, I don\'t know how she was allowed into the palace.\" 　　Elizabeth ignored the whispering but Ermengarde did not let it get past her. 　　\"How presumptuous,\" Ermengarde loudly noted. \"You concubines are so disrespectful. How can you not kneel down when you see the Empress?\" 　　The young concubines were terrified and stunned for a long time. They immediately knelt on the ground and dropped their heads in fear.

　　For nearly a month, Arthur Mu did not step into Elizabeth’s palace. 　　However, he never slept with any of the concubines. Every night, he simply went to bed alone. 　　\"My Queen, please don\'t be angry with the Emperor. Even the slaves and maidservants can see how much the Emperor cares about you.\" As Ermengarde accompanied Elizabeth in the yard, the maidservant couldn\'t stop sighing. 　　She really didn\'t understand. Before they came to the palace, Duchess would always scheme to grab the Lord’s favor. Now that they were together and Duchess was no more, everyone knew that the Emperor only loved the empress. 　　The concubines who entered the palace have started to get lonely and doubt themselves. 　　\"Ermengarde Qui, you don\'t understand.\" 　　Elizabeth looked around the courtyard. The color of spring was everywhere except for her face. Though she sat out in the sun everyday, she was pale and looked sickly. 　　\"Please tell your maidserva

　　\"Creak --!\"Elizabeth who had been waiting outside the door, gently pushed it open. 　　\"Elizabeth, you...\" Arthur Mu never thought that Elizabeth would come at this time. He froze on the bed and didn\'t know what to say. 　　\"My Emperor, I came to check on you.\" 　　Elizabeth didn\'t acknowledge Barbara Liu lying on the ground at all. She took the initiative to go to Arthur Mu and helped him dress and bundle his hair. 　　And the more she was like this, the more uncomfortable Arthur Mu was. 　　He knew that she had seen it, and he knew that it could not be concealed. 　　After she tied up her hair for him, he took her cold hand and asked softly, \"What brings you here today? Why are your hands still so cold? I\'ll send for the doctor to check on you.\" 　　Elizabeth didn\'t take back her hand. \"Yesterday, I ordered my maid to send the Emperor back to his palace. The maid didn\'t come back all night so I went to come and have a look.\"

　　In the evening, Arthur Mu did as he had promised. Elizabeth, who seemed happy the whole time, sent all the maids and eunuchs away. 　　Her smiling face gradually showed her signs of weakness. As she sat alone, she mused. In fact, she felt more pain than she had ever felt before, but part of it was because she had to do her best to hide it. And part of it was because she had nowhere to go, there was no turning back for her. 　　It was better to let Arthur Mu hate her like he had always hated her. Hate is always more comfortable than regret. 　　All night long, she stood in the open hall, looking at the closed door not far away, gazing at it quietly. Her tears flowed and dried, dried and flowed, repeatedly. 　　Although Arthur Mu was lying in bed in the inner room, he couldn’t sleep for a long time. He looked at the door from time to time. For a moment, he even wanted to push the door and go out. 　　But, what then, if he goes out? She won\'t be there waiting f