He only knew that he had had a long dream. In the dream, there always seemed to be a woman's face dangling in front of him. He couldn't see clearly what she looked like. He only knew that she had a pair of particularly beautiful eyes, between her eyebrows.
, and a bright red cinnabar mole.
"Your Highness, you are awake."
A joyful smile appeared on Yun Zidie's face. After staying there for three full days, her face became very haggard, with a dark circle under her eyes. Xuanyuan Che rubbed his eyebrows and felt unbearable pain in his chest, so he asked
, "Yun'er, what's wrong with me?"
Why is he lying in Lanting Palace? Shouldn't he be in the East Palace?
It's already 3 o'clock in the morning, why is he still lying in bed?
Yun Zidi leaned over, helped him up, put a soft pillow behind him, and said softly, "Your Highness, don't you remember? You were stabbed and lay in bed for three days and three nights.
"
Xuanyuan Che frowned, "Has this king been stabbed?"
He closed his eyes and thought for a while, but nothing came to mind.
"Why do I have no memory at all? Who stabbed me?"
Yun Zidie's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, how could this happen? She gave him a dream. He probably just didn't remember the people and things related to Xia Weiyang. How could he be stabbed by someone?
Don’t even remember?
Could it be... Yun Zidie's expression changed? Could it be that Xia Weiyang was also present when she stabbed the prince?
How is this possible? Isn't Xia Weiyang dead? How can she still appear in Prince Ming's Mansion?
However, if she hadn't been there, how could the prince not remember everything that happened at that time?
It seems that I need to find someone to ask clearly about this matter.
"Your Highness, why don't you ask someone to come in and ask?"
Xuanyuan Che nodded with a blank look on his face and leaned weakly on the cushions. Yun Zidie ordered someone to call the boy next to Xuanyuan Che, and also ordered someone to bring some porridge.
Xuanyuan Che is now very weak and has not eaten for three days. Now, he can only eat some porridge to fill his stomach.
With the porridge in her hand, Yun Zidie made a gesture to feed Xuanyuan Che, but saw him raise his hand, shook his head, and said softly, "I don't want to eat..."