The morning light has not yet arrived, the shower has begun to subside, and the quiet East Palace suddenly lights up with a little candlelight.
"Is Your Highness going to leave?" The Crown Princess, who had not been favored for a long time, seemed a little tired, and the traces of last night's sex were still there, but the tender Prince on the bed suddenly returned to his gloomy state, and dressed silently, without saying a word.
The Crown Princess was used to his ignoring her, but today was a bit special - no, maybe everything was not normal since the Prince's sudden visit last night.
Today, the second prince Yi Huaiyu went to court for the first time after returning from the southern border. It is said that there are some accounts that need to be settled.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead that was about to cool down, the Crown Princess sighed: "Go and see Xuan'er. He always cries during the day and only becomes quiet when he sees His Highness."
"I won't go. Xuan'er feels sleepy. Don't wake him up again."
"Okay, then when you come back..." The Crown Princess paused and looked at the Prince with sad and expectant eyes, "If you come back, can His Highness stay here tonight? At least spend one night with Xuan'er.
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What seemed like a normal conversation was followed by an inexplicable heaviness. The prince had always hated the princess for being so servile and groveling, but for some reason today, he was not bored, but had the urge to hug her tightly. He has been married to her for four years,
In the past four years, he favored her only a handful of times, but beat and scolded her countless times. Until his first son Yi Chenxuan came into the world, he was still obsessed with protecting his status and never paid any attention to their mother and son.
Half a point.
Thinking about it now, I owed so much that it was too late to make up for it.
"Ah Wan, take Xuan'er away." Stiff fingers traced along the round cheek of the sad woman. The prince lowered his head and pecked the bloodless lips, "It doesn't matter whether you go to your father's place or stay away from the imperial capital.
Anyway, don’t stay in the palace. I will pick you up and Xuan’er when the limelight passes.” Finally, he couldn’t help but hug his wife tightly. The always arrogant and arrogant Prince Dayao showed panic and regret for the first time: “If I
I can't pick you up, so you have to raise Xuan'er well. If there is a next life... there is a next life, and I will pay you back what I owe you in this life."
Before she finished speaking, the woman who pretended to be strong was already crying.
Life, separation, and death, no matter good or evil, always make people feel sad. But who can stop the coming tragedy? Calling the heavens and the earth not to respond, only then did I realize that the human world is indeed a human world, and no gods or ghosts can easily change the evil deeds.
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The land of Zhongzhou seems to have been cursed by God. No country has ever been able to live in peace and stability until the end of the world. It seeks power and usurps the throne, and forces rebellions in the palace. Every time the era changes, it is led by forced sins. And this time, what happened to the imperial capital of the Yao Kingdom,
It was the palace change caused by Yi Huaiyu.
It was a showdown without any suspense. The prince argued in every possible way in the court, and the emperor occasionally intervened to try to ease the situation. However, Yi Huaiyu had ironclad evidence in his hands. He committed fratricide and provoked civil strife. These crimes were enough to kill the prince.
The last ten times. The emperor had lost hope for the prince who had used all stupid means to persecute his brothers and failed in the end. He sighed and waved his hands. Unexpectedly, the prince was unwilling to be forced into a desperate situation. He actually drew his sword and kidnapped his biological father, and retreated all the way to the East Palace.
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Yi Huaiyu had been waiting for this day for many years, and it was essential to be fully prepared. In addition to more than half of the soldiers in the Imperial Guard Battalion in the palace, there were tens of thousands of elite soldiers outside the palace that Sima Yuan had spent a lot of effort to raise. The prince wanted to escape.
It's just a daydream.
"Follow him, and if possible, try not to hurt his life." Yi Huaiyu calmly calmed down in the chaos. Everyone thought that he was moved by compassion out of concern for his brotherhood. Only Ou Suiliang, who stayed behind, understood that Yi Huaiyu
It's just that I don't want to get my hands dirty, I don't want to bear the bad reputation of driving my brother to death, and I don't want my reputation to be stained in any way after a hundred generations.
For him, family affection and other things have long since faded away in power struggles and assassinations.
The East Palace Palace was unusually quiet, as if it were a deserted land without human habitation. The prince stumbled into the front hall holding the emperor hostage, and there was no one in the palace where there should have been many maids and eunuchs on standby.
"Look, father, they all know that I'm going to die, so no one wants to stay. People are indifferent and the world is cold. Who can care about whom when it's a matter of life and death?" The prince put down his sword and was frightened to death.
The emperor collapsed to the ground, his teeth chattering on his pale face, and he couldn't even utter a single word. The prince sneered, and sat upright in the main chair: "Father is a smart man, and he knows that my second brother is prepared.
Is there such a father in the world who abandons his children and refuses to save his own flesh and blood? However, I don’t intend to blame my father. I would have made the same choice."
"They are all... brothers, brothers... father and son... flesh and blood... why worry about each other..."
The emperor was so frightened that he could not speak coherently. His cowardice and cowardice all his life were fully revealed at this moment. Seeing him in such a embarrassed state, the prince began to laugh, wild and desolate.
"Father, Father, what do you mean by brotherhood to me now? Why didn't you mention it when you encouraged me to target my second brother? Why didn't you persuade me when you turned a blind eye to the mistakes I made? You said
You are tired of your second brother and don’t want him to destroy the status quo you have worked so hard to maintain, but when have you ever liked me? You will only treat me as a puppet and a tool to suppress your second brother! Now that I have lost, my father plans to take me
I kicked him away just to protect myself... You can’t protect Yao Guo, and you can’t protect your son, so what’s the use of your life?”
The laughter suddenly turned into a sharp roar. The prince lost his mind, his eyes were red, and he held the sword in both hands downwards and stabbed the emperor's thigh fiercely.
The screams echoed over the East Palace for a long time, ear-piercing and heartbreaking, but the second prince seemed unable to hear the heart-wrenching sound. All his attention was attracted by a small and weak call beneath the screams.
"Your Highness."
Behind the gorgeous but lusterless beaded curtain, the princess in a rosy gown holds the child in her arms, with a sad and light smile on her face.
"Ah Wan...A Wan..." The prince, who was struggling for his life at the end of the road, stretched out his hand, raised it into the air but suddenly stopped - was what he saw before him real and not an illusion? His Ah Wan, his wife who had let him down for many years,
How could you still stay in the palace at this time?
In the palace that was devoid of human feelings, that was the person he least wanted to see again after he suddenly woke up, and was the only person he missed in his life. He wanted her to leave, and he wanted her to live, instead of waiting to die with him here.
"Go! Go! Get out of here!"
"I won't leave even if Your Highness kicks me out. This is Ah Wan's last insistence." After putting the child on the table, the Crown Princess walked to the Prince's side, lowered her eyebrows and leaned on her trembling shoulders. She closed her eyes, her smile as quiet as snow.
: "A Wansheng is His Highness's son, and his death is His Highness's ghost. If we can no longer be friends with His Highness for a hundred years while we are alive, then we should accompany His Highness to the underworld. Once there, we can become a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate.
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As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers who were following him broke down the door and entered.