The harem is a special place. No matter how miserable it is outside, how many people are in dire straits, or which important person dies, only this place cannot be affected at all - as long as the emperor does not die, all the masters and servants in the harem must be exposed.
Smile and try your best to please him.
Yi Huaiyu hated Yao Junxian so much that he forbade ministers from the court to pay homage or farewell to General Sima's Mansion on the grounds that "officials need to be honest, and public and private affairs should not be confused." He never expressed anything about Yao Junxian's death, which was so obvious.
The attitude of the harem kept the harem silent about this matter. However, under such circumstances, someone somewhere in the harem openly hung up spiritual silks, erected soul-calling flags, and knelt down in front of Yao Junxian's spiritual throne in the palace.
"Sima Tulan, are you trying to slap me in the face?"
The tone was calm, but the indifference contained in it could be heard by everyone.
After finally being persuaded by Su Shiyun, Yi Huaiyu agreed to see her. Yi Huaiyu never expected that he would see such a scene when he stepped into Huanqing Palace - the disturbing white silk silk was floating silently in the courtyard, and the fragrance was lingering in the room.
Sima Tulan knelt quietly in front of the coffin. The child in her arms was so cold that she cried loudly. She didn't even look at it.
Yi Huaiyu snatched the child and held it in his arms, but no matter how he coaxed the little guy, he kept crying. The maid next to him couldn't help but stepped forward, lowered her head and said in a quiet voice: "The prince has not eaten for a day.
, My Majesty... My Majesty, she won't let the slaves touch the prince, she said she wants to worship Lord Yao with the prince..."
"Nonsense!" Looking at the child's livid little face, Yi Huaiyu's anger turned into an angry shout, "You are going to torment yourself, what are you doing to harm the child? Yu'er is your own flesh and blood, you should be
How could my mother have the heart to treat him like this? Is it because the blood flowing in your Sima family is destined to be ruthless and unjust?"
Sima Tulan stood up from the kneeling mat, turned around and sneered: "The Sima family is ruthless and unrighteous. When have you, Yi Huaiyu, been so kind? Now you are coming here to complain about my harsh treatment of Yu'er. Why don't you think about how long it has been since you visited me?"
Him? You were at Su Shiyun's place when he was a full moon, and you were busy dealing with state affairs during his hundred days. He was sick, and I sent people to find you, but you turned around and went to Lianchenxuan! Yi Huaiyu, what qualifications do you have?
Accusing me of being heartless? Are you blind or have no heart at all? How can you accept my sacrifices for you with peace of mind?!"
The excited Sima Turan no longer cared about the comments of others, but Yi Huaiyu couldn't help but care. Seeing that Sima Turan was about to make a scene, he took a deep breath and grabbed her arm, dragging her into the room without any explanation.
"You still think there are not enough scandals in the Sima family. Do you want more people to laugh at it? I didn't want to implicate you and Yu'er, so I didn't deal with Yao Junxian directly. Otherwise, why bother to make his death an 'accident'? Just go to the police directly."
If someone kills him, won’t it end? You are not the only one who suffers in this world. How can you be a queen if you can’t bear this grievance? "
"For me and the child, this is a really kind excuse." Sima Duran sneered mockingly, "Don't think that I don't understand your purpose. The centipede is dead but not stiff. You are afraid that attacking your uncle directly will cause the rest of the party to openly rebel.
A hundred years later, the history books said that you were bloodthirsty and killed courtiers indiscriminately. I was even more afraid that my brother would take this opportunity to start an army and cause trouble! I heard someone said that my uncle had a quarrel with Shen Junfang in the early morning. I felt strange. Your thoughtful king
How could Master make such a reckless move? Only when my uncle passed away suddenly did I understand that the resentment and incompatibility were all created by you, just to prevent my uncle from being suspicious of his active attack on Shen Junfang, and even by accident.
The cold reception you received is also a lie. The three of you have long colluded to perform this drama together. Am I right?"
Yi Huaiyu never denied that Sima Tulan was sensitive and intelligent, which was one of the reasons why he was attracted to her in the first place. But at this time, he would rather she didn't understand anything and couldn't see clearly, so at least he could continue to be cold.
Go down without having to feel guilty and annoyed at the same time like now.
She never did anything wrong, but he just couldn't convince himself to get close to her.
Yi Chenyu was still crying, his voice was hoarse from crying, and his little face was bruised by the cold and full of tears. Sima Tulan couldn't get Yi Huaiyu's answer and didn't expect him to answer, so she hugged him with a heavy heart.
The child coaxed, and soon there was only the sound of silent breathing in the room.
"Do you know why I don't want to come see Yu'er?" After a while, Yi Chenjing spoke hoarsely.
Sima Tulan held the child in a daze, and after a long time she whispered: "Because of you and her child."
"So you know." Sighing and then giving a low wry smile, Yi Huaiyu walked to Sima Dulan, his fingertips gently slid across Yi Chenyu's sleeping face, with a hint of wistfulness in his eyes, "Yun'er because of Si'er's
I was in a daze for a long time after my death, and I had to erase that memory in order to survive. In fact, I envy her, at least if she forgets, she won't be sad again, but I can't forget, every time I see Yu'er, I will think of that
Do you understand what kind of torture it is for a child who died before he could speak? I am already the king of a country, but I have to be coerced and cannot even protect my own children, let alone the country and the country? I shut up every night
When you close your eyes, you will dream, dreaming that Yao Junxian turned into a ten-foot-tall monster, grinning ferociously and crushing the country that I worked so hard to build... After his death, I can finally sleep peacefully."
As a commoner, you have to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt. As a prince or general, you have to worry about guessing the emperor's will. As a king, the emperor must always think about protecting his throne and protecting the imperial power in his hands. Naturally, the weight he carries on his shoulders cannot be compared with that of ordinary people.
Princes and generals compared each other.
Sima Duran looked up at the crackling fire pot, her eyes red by the firelight flowing with compassion: "I understand your difficulties, so I try not to trouble you. Even if you neglect me and be wary of me all the time, I will still do my best.
I will try my best to manage your harem and balance your relationship with your uncle and brother."
The slightly messy hair on the temples slipped quietly, and Sima Duran felt that the pent-up emotion in her chest was getting stronger. It seemed that if she didn't speak out, she would be crushed by this emotion, or lose it like Su Shiyun at that time.
Without sanity, a walking zombie can survive for a lifetime.
"You say you envy Su Shiyun, why don't I? Yes, she comes from a poor background, and you obviously have your heart set on her but you can't sit in the back seat. But she has always been the person you miss most in your heart, and what about me?
The only people in this world who are willing to give everything for you unconditionally are me and Ou Suiliang. You know this clearly but still choose to alienate me, just because I am Sima Tulan, Sima Yuan's sister, and Yao Junxian's chess piece!"
Yi Chenyu, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up and cried again. This time, no one came to comfort him, and he was left to cry hoarse.
Neither his mother, who was in constant tears, nor his father, who was in conflict and confusion, could be his savior at the moment.