We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 439: Would Your Majesty’s Brother Go With Mujiu to the Hall of Holding Wine?

“Your consort greets Your Majesty, and inquires if Your Majesty is in good health?”

Before the Hall of Nourishing the Heart, Bai Ruxue and Qin Siyao executed a graceful curtsy toward Xiao Mo.

“I am well,” Xiao Mo replied, his gaze sweeping over his two consorts. He continued slowly, “My beloved consorts, please rise.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Bai Ruxue and Qin Siyao straightened, their hands clasped demurely before them. They stood beside Xiao Mo, presenting a picture of perfect decorum.

However, after discovering that both women were cultivators from the middle Three Realms, and suspecting they harbored hidden intentions, Xiao Mo’s wariness grew.

Furthermore, Xiao Mo believed the two consorts were already aware of what Jiang Qingyi had revealed to him the previous night.

It was highly probable that this revelation was part of a pre-arranged condition among them.

Yet, at this very moment, they behaved as if nothing had transpired the night before.

“Let us proceed. It is growing late, and we must pay our respects to Mother,” Xiao Mo announced to them.

As they made no move to broach the subject, Xiao Mo, being tactful, also chose to act as though the night's events were insignificant.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Bai Ruxue performed a dignified salute and took her place at Xiao Mo’s side.

“Then, Your Majesty’s Brother, let us depart quickly…”

Qin Siyao, still resembling a spirited little rabbit, hopped along cheerfully beside Xiao Mo.

The trio boarded the imperial palanquin, setting a course for the Palace of Spiritual Heart.

Within the palanquin, Bai Ruxue calmly poured Xiao Mo a cup of tea. Her expression was composed, betraying no eagerness for favor, yet every action was attuned to Xiao Mo’s potential needs.

Xiao Mo felt that a mere glance from him would suffice for Bai Ruxue to understand his desires.

It seemed Bai Ruxue possessed an extraordinary talent for attentive care.

Meanwhile, Qin Siyao playfully offered Xiao Mo fruit. Her charming demeanor was captivating, her eyes brimming only with affection and closeness toward Xiao Mo.

For a fleeting moment, Xiao Mo found himself uncertain if their actions were genuine or merely an act.

Based on their behavior alone, they appeared to be his devoted wives, truly regarding him as their husband.

After the duration of one incense stick, the imperial palanquin halted. Xiao Mo, accompanied by his two consorts, arrived at the entrance of the Palace of Spiritual Heart.

Xiao Mo graciously escorted the two consorts inside.

Empress Dowager Yan had been anticipating their arrival for some time.

“Your son pays his respects to Mother, and inquires about Mother’s well-being?”

“Your consorts pay their respects to Mother, and ask if Mother is well?”

Led by Xiao Mo, the three of them offered a respectful salutation to Empress Dowager Yan.

“I am well, indeed. How could I not be? Today is such a joyous occasion,” Empress Dowager Yan replied with a smile.

She descended and helped the three of them to rise.

“How fares it? Have you adjusted to life within the rear palace? If you encounter any discomfort, do not hesitate to inform me or His Majesty. There is no need for you to endure hardship,” Empress Dowager Yan said.

Empress Dowager Yan drew Qin Siyao and Bai Ruxue closer, taking their hands and guiding them to the plush couch. She extended her care with heartfelt warmth, as though addressing beloved charges.

It seemed that in Empress Dowager Yan’s eyes, Bai Ruxue and Qin Siyao were both treated with equal affection.

“Reporting to Mother, the palace feels just like my own home. Your consort has adapted wonderfully,” Qin Siyao responded with a smile.

“Yes, Empress Dowager. Your Majesty’s Brother has been exceptionally kind to Sister Ruxue and me,” Qin Mujiu added, her smile crinkling her eyes.

“As long as you are both content. You are both my cherished treasures. In the future, the management of the rear palace will also fall to the two of you,” Empress Dowager Yan stated.

Empress Dowager Yan gently squeezed their soft, delicate hands, her words carrying a sincere weight, much like an elder bestowing guidance upon her juniors.

“I am also aware that the rear palace differs from other places; one has less freedom, and at times, it can feel as cold as an ice cellar.

I sincerely hope you two will become good sisters—assisting His Majesty with the daily affairs of state and, more importantly, quickly bestowing a few chubby, fair, and tender sons upon our Zhou imperial lineage. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mother. Your consort understands,” Qin Siyao replied with a proper nod, then glanced at Qin Mujiu. “Your consort will certainly maintain a harmonious relationship with Mujiu, share Mother’s burdens in managing the rear palace, and ensure peace within Husband’s household.”

“Mhm, mhm, mhm. Mother, you need not worry,” Qin Mujiu affirmed with a nod. “Your consort will absolutely get along splendidly with Sister Ruxue, and I shall also visit often to keep Mother company.”

“Good, very good,” Empress Dowager Yan responded with a smile. “However, the one you should most diligently keep company with is not me—it is His Majesty.”

“And regarding His Majesty…” Empress Dowager Yan regarded Xiao Mo with a touch of helplessness. “During this period, you must make sure to spend adequate time with Ruxue and Mujiu. Please set aside cultivation for the moment. Yesterday's grand wedding ceremony must have been quite taxing for His Majesty—I can certainly understand that. However, from this point forward, you absolutely must not fall asleep as you did last night again.”

“Yes, Mother. Your son will endeavor to work diligently.” Xiao Mo joined his hands together in a deliberately clumsy salute.

For the subsequent half-hour, Empress Dowager Yan shared breakfast with Xiao Mo and the two consorts.

Qin Mujiu and Bai Ruxue didn’t share a substantial connection; from a certain viewpoint, the two individuals could even be considered adversaries.

After all, Bai Ruxue harbored the ambition for Yan Ruxue to conceive the imperial heir and subsequently occupy the position of empress.

However, owing to Qin Mujiu’s reserved demeanor, which was both steadfast and endearingly sweet—akin to a child offering candy—she invariably managed to coax smiles from Empress Dowager Yan.

And perhaps due to Empress Dowager Yan having facilitated Qin Mujiu’s marriage, a certain degree of fondness had also developed for Qin Mujiu.

Consequently, the relationship between the two of them appeared, in reality, to be remarkably cordial.

Xiao Mo was, naturally, pleased to observe this.

Regardless of the specifics, if the rear palace could maintain harmony, and the relationships between mother-in-law and daughters-in-law could be improved, he would face fewer personal tribulations.

Before the conclusion of breakfast, Xiao Mo and Qin Mujiu took their leave first and departed.

Qin Siyao was requested to stay behind by Empress Dowager Yan, who wished to discuss some household affairs privately.

As Xiao Mo and Qin Mujiu exited the Palace of Spiritual Heart, Qin Mujiu clasped her hands behind her back, maintaining a step behind him. Beneath her flowing skirt, her legs moved with a light gait, and intermittently, she casually kicked at the pebbles strewn along the roadside.

In contrast to her demure, nascent presence from the previous night, Qin Mujiu at this juncture resembled more closely an unmarried young maiden.

Xiao Mo mused that if Qin Mujiu were genuinely just an ordinary girl, it might actually be a rather fortunate circumstance.

With a steadfast and uncomplicated individual by his side, his own thoughts might also become more direct and less convoluted.

It might even afford him a temporary respite from some of his pressing worldly anxieties.

But regrettably, in truth, she had entered the palace harboring concealed intentions.

And yet…

Xiao Mo found himself recalling her appearance during their moments together previously—how she had seemed so innocent and romantically entranced that day while chasing fireflies.

He remembered her seated upon the mountain's crest, observing the clouds as they drifted and unfolded beneath the vast expanse of the sky, her gaze possessing an unparalleled purity.

Could every expression she had presented have been nothing more than a feigned performance?

Just as Xiao Mo was observing her from behind,

Qin Mujiu, who was walking ahead, appeared to register the scrutiny directed at her from behind.

She halted her steps and turned around. The hem of her skirt lifted delicately, caressed by the breeze, revealing a fair ankle.

It was as though, in that precise moment, even the gentle spring zephyr had solidified into a tangible form.

“Your Majesty’s Brother…”

She offered Xiao Mo a smile, her limpid eyes brimming with an aura of guilelessness.

“If Your Majesty’s Brother finds himself with a moment to spare presently, would you perhaps accompany Mujiu to the Hall of Holding Wine? Would that be agreeable?”