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At that time, she had just started to work in Fengzao Palace, going in and out of the Queen's bedroom every day, and she didn't know Shen Qingyu and the others yet. She ate and lived with the maids every day. If it weren't for the different clothes, I'm afraid everyone in Fengzao Palace would think she was just an ordinary maid.
That day, the weather was gloomy and it was about to rain heavily.
Before the rain fell, she went to the back garden to pick some osmanthus flowers, intending to secretly make some wine, and when she had time she would give it to her father in the Imperial Hospital to taste.
She walked around the screen wall of the back garden and just as she arrived in front of the hanging flower gate, she saw two young men standing side by side, looking around, as if they were lost.
She thought they were illegitimate princes born to some concubine in the harem, so she walked forward and wanted to point the way for them so that they could leave quickly.
"Excuse me, sister, is this the East Side Hall of Fengzao Palace? I am the eleventh prince's tutor, Yu Linzhi." Before she could open her mouth, a young man in a lilac-colored robe bowed to her.
Mu Lingsu never liked people treating her as a palace maid without asking, so she said arrogantly: "So you are Gu Cheng's grandson. I am not a palace maid, I am the daughter of the imperial physician Mu Simiao, Mu Lingsu."
If everything could just be the same as when they first met, then the rain in Fengzao Palace should never fall, lest the flowers fall, and their fates would be like the osmanthus flowers sinking into the mud after the rain, intertwined so imperfectly.
