Seeing her about to leave, he couldn't help shouting: "Have you forgotten Yi'er? Don't you want him anymore?"
He pressed his chest and roared heartbrokenly. He wanted her to feel pain too, so that she could clearly remember the memories she had shared with him, whether they were happiness or pain.
If everyone hadn't gone to Qianqing Palace, I'm afraid his shouting would have been heard.
Shen Mingzhu felt a sudden pain in her heart, which almost shook her body. She turned around and slapped him mercilessly, and angrily said: "Shut up!"
She could forget everything in the past, but she couldn't forget Yi'er. If she hadn't seen Yi'er fleeing the capital at Xuantong's place, she would never have been able to give up the feelings of her previous life and integrate into this life with such peace of mind.
Now that Xiao Che dared to mention it, she would naturally not let him off lightly, so Xiao Che spit out another mouthful of blood.
But he felt happy, because it showed that Shen Mingzhu still cared about him, the memories they shared with him, or at least their son.
"Do you know what happened to Yi'er after she left the palace?" He didn't wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but just looked at her affectionately and expectantly.
Shen Mingzhu's cold eyes narrowed slightly, filled with a hint of coldness. She suppressed the anger in her heart in order not to slap Xiao Che to death with one palm.
Xiao Che could see the concern and hesitation in her heart, and knew that the goal had been achieved, so he immediately stepped back, "If you want to know, come here again at midnight." After saying that, he quickly turned and left.
Looking at his back, Shen Mingzhu clenched her fist and punched the rockery next to her with her final punch, leaving a fist mark on the boulder.
Yi'er has obviously left the palace, what else can she do?
Could it be possible that another disaster happened later?
After standing still for a moment, Shen Mingzhu also turned and left. After she left, a slender figure not far away moved. He seemed to have turned into the surrounding vegetation and rocks, as if he was not a person, had no soul, and was not alone. I know it hurts.
After a long while, he sighed quietly, then turned around and left.
Xiao Che returned to Qianqing Palace happily. Although the palace was full of mourners, he was indifferent. He only had a date at midnight in his heart.
When the palace officials saw the blood on the front of his clothes, they were naturally frightened, but he simply said that because his father, the emperor, and his mother died, he was so sad that he vomited two mouthfuls of blood and sent them away without even being summoned by the imperial doctor.
He looked at the Qianqing Palace for a while, and then temporarily went to the Prince's study on the grounds of feeling unwell, which would serve as his temporary residence. After the emperor's funeral, the Prince could ascend the throne and move into the Qianqing Palace.
He happily opened the door and returned to the inner room of the imperial study, his temporary palace. He waved the palace guests to leave. He thought that he should take a shower, otherwise he would be smelly and unsightly.
He changed his clothes, but what he was thinking about was the tender affection she had for him when he was with Shen Mingzhu. She had personally prepared all his clothes for him, and she would personally check the requirements for him every time. He even helped him change the clothes he was wearing.
Many times, when she was serving him to change clothes, he would pester her to hang out. She was a dignified and somewhat conservative person, and she would often blush, but she couldn't resist him, and finally complied with a blushing face.
