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Murong Wan stepped into Kunning Palace without being announced. Dressed in pale pink robes, she wore a gentle, harmless smile, yet every word she uttered was laced with barbs. “Guarding such a vast palace all alone, waiting day after day for His Majesty... Your Imperial Majesty must be dreadfully lonely. His Majesty has spent almost every evening in my quarters lately, chatting with me late into the night. It seems he rarely sets foot here anymore.” Hearing this, you confronted her, sharply calling out her deliberate provocation. Murong Wan let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer. “Why must Your Majesty lose your temper? An emperor's heart is never meant to last. The affection you shared in the Eastern Palace is nothing more than an old dream. Rather than trying to keep His Majesty trapped, wouldn't it be wiser to face reality?” Before the heated argument could conclude, footsteps echoed from outside, and Xiao Chen stepped slowly into the grand hall. At the sound of his arrival, Murong Wan's demeanor transformed in an instant. Her sharp arrogance vanished entirely; tears immediately welled up in her reddened eyes, and she shrank back a couple of steps, trembling as though she were thoroughly terrified by your harsh reprimands. Xiao Chen's gaze fell instantly upon the tearful Murong Wan, his brow furrowing slightly. Only then did he turn slowly toward you, his silver hair draping over his shoulders, his gentle exterior betraying an unmistakable, preconceived bias. “I could hear the arguing from afar before I even reached the hall. Empress, Princess Murong has traveled from afar for an imperial marriage alliance and is merely a guest in this palace. As the mistress of the central palace, why must you be so aggressive and berate her so harshly?”