Fengming Palace.
Rong Si was eating the chilled fruit box sent by Nianxi, with a faint smile on her face.
"That girl is actually quite good, filial and steady. Ah, it's a pity Mu'er doesn't fancy her."
Rong Si was very wistful.
Nianxi had been with her since childhood, and she had feelings for her. She truly wished the two could be together.
However, Li Qingmu said that the Duke Zhen behind Nianxi was too powerful, which was not conducive to consolidating imperial power. She could give Nianxi the honor of being the Empress, but couldn't give her favor, or else the foreign relatives would certainly become overbearing.
Rong Si thought this made a lot of sense, and there was no other way.
"Your Highness, this marriage all depends on fate, we can only say that Your Majesty and the Empress have no fate."
Yin Li stepped forward and said respectfully.
Rong Si nodded slightly, "Ah, perhaps there really is no fate!"
