Summer is getting closer and closer, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard becomes green and dazzling.
The flowers are also vying for beauty, as if they want to bring out their most beautiful postures.
In the corridor, there was a man standing there, staring blankly ahead.
She was wearing a light yellow gauze dress, but her complexion was pale and colorless, and her long hair hung down on her shoulders and reached her waist.
She waited for a long time before she reached Wen Yimo. She stretched out her hand towards him without fear and said, "Give me the things back."
Wen Yimo glanced at her and walked straight into the room without saying anything.
Then, he called out: "Yan Ling, come in and have a chat."
A trace of anger flashed across Yan Ling's face. She walked in, her sharp eyes piercing Wen Yimo's face: "We have nothing to talk about, you took my things!"
"That's what you gave me." Wen Yimo understood what she was referring to, "Besides, that thing is of no use to you."
"How could it be useless? Besides, it's not your turn to say whether it's useful or not." Yan Ling spoke irritably and didn't take Wen Yimo seriously at all.
Wen Yimo was already a little unhappy. He glanced at Yan Ling coldly, and a dark light seemed to flash in his brown eyes.
"You are talking to your savior in this tone?" Wen Yimo snorted coldly and stared at Yan Ling, "I know that you are working for your fourth brother now, but I can tell you clearly
, that edict is of no use to the fourth brother, and will also make him unable to recover."
Wen Yimo had already spoken so clearly, how could Yan Ling not understand.
Her body trembled violently, her lips moved, and she hesitated for a long time before she asked: "Are you the one the late emperor wants to pass on to the throne?"
Wen Yimo neither denied nor admitted, but said lightly: "In short, don't mention this matter again."
Yan Ling pursed her lips, feeling bad for a long time. The edict she had worked so hard to get unexpectedly would not be helpful to Wen Yujian.
Wen Yimo didn't want to say too much. He wanted to leave, but Yan Ling stopped Wen Yimo and called out: "Prince Chun!"
"What's wrong?" Wen Yimo turned around, his expression unchanged, and waited quietly for Yan Ling to continue.
"Do you want this throne?" Yan Ling asked.
Wen Yimo smiled slightly, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth was just right, expressing his passion.
His thin lips moved: "Think about it, why don't you want it?"
The next day, Yan Ling also planned to leave Prince Chun's Mansion.
When Su Dai heard the news, she quickly came to stop Yan Ling. She knew that Yan Ling was prejudiced against her, so she was worried about Yan Ling, but she never came to visit Yan Ling.
"Your injury hasn't healed yet." Su Dai said with a hint of worry in her tone, "It's better to stay here for a while."
"I have other things to do." Yan Ling lowered her head. She didn't know how to face Su Dai. She was too impulsive at the beginning, otherwise she wouldn't be in this situation today.
"Are you going back to Beiquan Mountain?" Su Dai paused, trying to persuade Yan Ling, "I guess Ghost Eye is very worried about you."
Yan Ling, however, let out a wry smile. She looked down at her fluttering skirt, saw her embroidered shoes, and said softly: "Su Dai, do you think I will go back?"
"But..." Su Dai hesitated, but she didn't know how to continue.
Yan Ling continued to walk forward, ignoring Su Dai. She really had nowhere to go now. She only felt that the world was huge, but she had no place for herself.
Su Dai turned her back to Yan Ling. She heard Yan Ling's footsteps and felt that the footsteps were on her heart.
She suddenly turned around and shouted: "Wait!"
Su Dai quickly walked over and put the object in Yan Ling's hand.
"Sword manual?" Yan Ling recognized it at a glance. It was the "Ethereal Sword Technique" she stole from Liewu Villa, and Su Dai actually stuffed it into her hand.
"This is your thing." Su Dai said it very easily with a faint smile on her face. This was just a knot in her heart, and now it is finally solved, "I only practiced one move."
"You..." Yan Ling looked at Su Dai for a while, feeling a little hot in her heart, but she didn't know what to say.
The sun was fierce, and Su Dai had beads of sweat on her forehead. After a while, Yan Ling said slowly: "I see that you and Wen Yimo are getting along very well now, but you have to know, don't
Trust a man too much and leave yourself a way out."
After saying that, Yan Ling turned and left, leaving Su Dai standing there.
Did Yan Ling's last words tell her that she didn't need to trust Wen Yimo too much?
In the evening, Wen Yimo returned to the palace and saw Su Dai preparing dinner, with a big smile on his face.
Su Dai no longer took that matter to heart. Seeing Wen Yimo's face looking slightly tired, she asked Wen Yimo to wash up first before having dinner together.
Yun Biqing has been buried, and the palace has become much quieter because of this incident.
In addition, Wen Yimo often goes out recently, which makes Su Dai even more bored.
The night sky was particularly beautiful that night. The sky was filled with sparkling stars. Su Dai could clearly see them when she raised her head. The corners of her mouth curled up, feeling that the day was really pleasant.
"Dai'er, would you like to play a piece of music for me?" Wen Yimo glanced at her and asked softly.
Su Dai also became interested when it came to playing the piano. Su Waner also asked people to send Su Dai's things back to the palace. Su Dai asked people to prepare them and then adjusted the tune.
At this time, Wen Yimo had already closed his eyes and supported his head with his hands, as if he was asleep.
Su Dai didn't pay attention, she plucked the strings with her slender fingers, and the sound of the piano began to flow slowly, even the candlelight began to sway, and gradually poured out like water. She also gradually forgot herself, and Wen Yimo never opened his eyes.
Opening his eyes, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, sitting quietly in front of Su Dai.
After the song was over, Su Dai walked over gently. Wen Yimo's sleeping face was peaceful, the high bridge of his nose cast a dark shadow, and Wen Yimo's eyelashes were also very long and dense. Su Dai gently held her hand
Wen Yimo's hand felt that his hand was still cool, but hers was warm.
"It's still so cold." Su Dai said softly. Although Wen Yimo has not practiced the Cold Jade Heart Technique now, she doesn't know when she will be able to feel the warmth of his hands.
Su Dai wanted to get a coat for Wen Yimo, but his hand was held tightly by him, but he never opened his eyes.
"What do you want me to do?" Wen Yimo said lightly, "Wei Tangze is looking for me today."