The First Minister’s White Moonlight Has Returned to the Capital

All court officials know that before becoming the First Minister, the minister had a white moonlight from his hometown who died of illness.

For her, the First Minister politely declined various noble ladies in the capital.

He declared his intention to remain alone for life.

One day, Xie Hong attended court as usual, dressed in his official robes, holding a ceremonial tablet, exuding an air of calm and composure.

But upon leaving the palace, he encountered the princess’s carriage.

The crowd thought the First Minister would step aside, as Princess Rong Yun was graceful and beautiful, beloved by the people, and had recently been searching for a suitable consort.

Instead, they saw the ever-aloof and dignified Minister Xie bowing from afar to the princess of the dynasty.

His long lashes lowered, hiding the obscure darkness in his eyes.

“I have made a mistake.”

“Princess… could you please give me another chance?”

The scarlet official robe’s sleeve drew an arc, falling into the shocked eyes of the court officials.

The crowd thought: What about the white moonlight from your hometown?

Xie Hong’s eyes were deep like a pond: It is this person.

When Ye Cai Ling was still a maid, she always saw Xie Hong as cold, aloof, and untouched by the mundane world.

By a twist of fate, she entered the Xie household and, with her ink-making skills, became the most capable assistant to the eldest young master, Xie.

She managed everything for Xie Hong and once harbored tender feelings for him, but her heart finally hardened when he was betrothed to the gentle and noble Wen family’s daughter.

Who would have thought that one day their identities would reverse?

She returned as a princess, ready to leave the past behind, choose a beautiful and obedient consort, and live a free and easy life.

But at the emperor’s banquet, she saw him again. The alcohol had washed away some of his coldness, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, drowsily looking at her.

The flickering candlelight illuminated his long fingers gripping the edge of the table, almost as if he wanted to pull her into his arms.

——Rong Yun. What if I turn back?

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