The moonlight is melting and the palace lantern is shining brightly.
She and her were separated by the vast distance between Feng Wei and the Prime Minister's Mansion.
But some people don't follow the rules.
Shangguan Mingyue ran into Fengyi Palace with her skirt in hand, her temples still stained with fallen flowers from the Royal Garden, her eyes as bright as if she had stolen stars: "Sister Queen, I have brought you fresh tribute lychees, which have been chilled, please try them quickly!"
Ouyang Yanran put down her pen and smiled helplessly: "I have told you so many times that I want to call you the Queen."
"Oh." Shangguan Mingyue was expected to be well-behaved, but the next moment he was next to her, picking up a lychee and putting it to her lips, "Then - empress, I'll feed you."
Later it became the norm.
She always comes with all kinds of names: newly acquired spices, snacks made by the imperial chef, or even just a newly bloomed crab apple on the porch.
"Sister Queen, can I have dinner with you?"
"Sister Queen, do you think my newly embroidered sachet looks like a mandarin duck?"
Ouyang Yanran responded calmly every time, but never really drove her away.
The rain came quickly that night.
When Shangguan Mingyue staggered into the door, her whole body was soaked with the smell of alcohol. She grabbed the edge of the bright yellow clothes without hesitation and forced the person back step by step until Ouyang Yan's back was pressed against the carved pillar.
Breathing intertwined, too close.
She raised her red eyes and looked at the stunned face just a short distance away. Her voice was as low as a murmur:
"Sister Queen..."
"I miss you so much."
The air was stagnant for a moment.
Ouyang Yanran's eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks were stained with a thin blush, but she still maintained her dignity:
"You are so outrageous, please let me go quickly."
But the hand holding her sleeve didn't move at all.
——That night in Fengyi Palace, someone was guarding the drunken figure, sitting alone until dawn.
Later history books recorded that the virtuous queen and the prime minister's daughter had known each other since childhood and had a deep friendship.
No one knows that in the silent night of the deep palace, there was a moment when someone crossed the boundary between monarch and minister, just for the sake of a moment of undue tenderness.
Conception:…