He didn't know when he walked out, and he even forgot to take care of his son's illness. Without that little man, his son wouldn't be able to live. This is retribution, retribution for his betrayal - why was he so cruel to her in the first place?
?Why should she be tortured so hard? How many times has this poor little person actually done evil things with her own hands?
He reached into his arms and took out a broken dried flower, which was the only thing she left behind when she ran away. The flower fell on him, indicating that true embrace and the flaming red lips in his memory.
Fragrant and warm taste.
Now, it has all disappeared. That little person is dead.
He walked out of the door and touched the tears on his face. He didn't know that one day he would cry too.
The East Palace is full of gloom and mist, but the Jiaoyun Palace in the West Palace is full of joy.
The Jiaoyun Palace was closed tightly, and a table of delicacies was laid out. Concubine Lin Xian poured a glass of wine for her son, with a smile on her face and a very low voice: "Son, are you sure that that little bitch is really dead?"
"Really! My son saw it with his own eyes."
Her laughter was a little louder. In fact, she didn't care whether Fang Fei died or not. But now, Luo Jia's fantasy of secretly seeking her back to treat the prince's illness was obviously in vain. Whether the prince died or not was what she really cared about.
matter.
The third prince's voice was also very low: "Mother, my father has been away for so long, has your father asked about it?"
She didn't take it seriously: "With my mother and concubine here, what can't be covered up? I made a reasonable excuse, and no one will find out the slightest clue." Besides, Luo Jia has been exhausted from all kinds of things these days, and it is impossible for her to come and ask about these things again.
.
The third prince said angrily: "My father only cares about the prince, so how can he care about me? Don't say that I have been away for a while. Even if I die, he probably won't find out." The emperor loves his eldest son, and he, a bastard, has always loved him.
He was frozen in a corner, not even as good as other young bastards. Luo Jia had never liked him, let alone been close to him. The third prince could not say that he had any feelings for his father.
Concubine Lin Xian forced a smile and said: "Son, there is no need to be depressed. The prince can't survive for a few more days. Once this loser dies..."