Yuna has been asking about the whereabouts of the Third Prince for a long time. [26nbsp;]
Gradually, everyone seemed to have forgotten this person.
Time is the most powerful weapon. No matter how enthusiastic you had expected, silently waiting, and scorching searches you had...but it was impossible to defeat time.
Time will dilute everything.
Shui Lian no longer asked or asked, as if she had forgotten this person - where did he go? Does he exist? How long did he die? Where did he be buried?
All of these have become a mystery that can never be solved.
Shui Lian lived a very good life. With her son, the prince, and Ailian and Yuna, she was unprecedentedly powerful and unprecedentedly prosperous—the wealth of the soul, the guarantee of status—in this world
, no woman can match her anymore.
Even His Majesty, she was almost the only one left in his harem.
Real special room and pet.
In the world, which woman doesn’t envy, jealous and hate her?
However, there is always a corner in my heart - such a regretful corner, waiting emptyly.
Just like those anxious times, she and his exile career.
She thought, maybe His Majesty knew all this.
But she didn't want to ask, and couldn't ask-
The first time Shuilian discovered that His Majesty had suspicious of the Third Prince was in the imperial study. At that time, His Majesty was still on the front line of the imperial army.
Once, she went to the imperial study to look for the latest war report and suddenly saw a secret letter. It seemed that it had been released for a few days. Such an urgent encrypted document was obviously sent before the emperor went to war. Why didn't he?
open?
Did you forget it? Did you not notice it? Obviously not, because the placement location is so critical.
Driven by strong curiosity, she couldn't bear it and took off the fire paint.
Finished reading.
Her cold sweat turned into hot sweat, her body trembled, and suddenly she felt dizzy and her mind was messy like a bottle of paste.
She loosened her hand, and the envelope fell to the ground, fluttering, hitting her instep - a letter, but she felt heavy - pain, as if a huge stone was hitting her instep - and it actually smashed her muscles and bones.
flesh--
She became weak and collapsed on the ground.
The study was covered with marble. Although the carpet had been changed, the chill was still cold and clear to the body and mind, and it was biting cold.