"Thank you for your comfort. I feel much better." Haitang wiped away her tears and kept saying in her heart that no matter what happened, she must be a strong person and never be defeated.
"You're not a good liar, so you're not doing well," Zilu said.
"At least I have a little more courage." Haitang forced a smile.
"If you want to cry, just cry. You don't have to laugh, it will be more uncomfortable. Tears are meant to be shed, not held in the eyes." Zilu smiled instead, hoping that this joke, which was not a joke, would be a good idea.
Begonia is useful.
Seeing her sad and crying, I seemed to feel uncomfortable...
It was like being stabbed with a knife.
Red scarf and green sleeves, who can cry for Begonia tears...
Life is like a dream or an illusion. Why is it that the autumn wind paints a fan with sadness? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend has also changed...
These few words fit Haitang's state of mind at this moment. She read them out unconsciously. She didn't feel them before, but now she feels them deeply. The deeper the emotion, the more painful it will be.
Isn't this ancient man worthy of being entrusted with his life...
Zilu heard this. Although he was a martial artist and was born in an emperor's family, how could he not understand these things? He hadn't heard such good words for a long time.
No wonder people say that poets are forged by pain. Without extreme pain, there will be no extreme depth, and there will be no extreme poetry. Haitang, is she also in extreme pain now...
Zilu didn't know, it seemed he didn't want to think more deeply in this direction, he just didn't want to.
Haitang's tears drifted in the wind for a while, and finally she gradually stopped.
Because she knew that tears could not solve any problem, when she read Datong's letter again, her eyes stayed on the wax paint on the envelope. The unopened wax paint was originally intended to be a complete souvenir, but now it was as dazzling as solidified blood.
The pattern on the fire paint seems a bit familiar...
"Zilu, can I borrow your jade pendant again?" Haitang asked.
Regarding Haitang's sudden change, Zilu didn't say anything and took out the jade pendant and handed it to Haitang.
Begonia, turn it around, the pattern of this jade pendant is exactly the same as that of fire paint!
That means this letter comes from the Prince's Mansion! Does it mean that the Number One Scholar lives in the Prince's Mansion, not the Number One Scholar's Mansion? How could he have anything to do with the Prince's Mansion?
"Have you seen him?" Haitang handed the jade pendant back to the young prince.
"The person who abandoned you? He works as an adviser to the prince in the prince's palace." Zilu always thought that Haitang knew about this, but it turned out that she didn't.
Counselor?
Although Haitang didn't know much about the position of a counselor, it didn't sound very powerful or high-level. She thought of the staff, guests and the like that some wealthy families had in ancient times. I guess counselors were similar to this.
I am just a counselor who is far from being a high-ranking official, rich and famous, so he dares to write this letter of divorce without any shame? Is there something fishy here? Or do you, Tian Datong, really treat me as an ignorant and shallow person?
This thought flashed through Haitang's mind...
"Why didn't the young prince bring the divorce letter in person when he came, so as to avoid the messenger from the prince's palace making another trip?" Haitang turned around and looked at the young prince. He should know all this, otherwise how could he have come here?
Such a coincidence, maybe he was just seeing a joke...
He really saw it...
"When you want to distance yourself, you will call me Young Prince instead of Zi Lu." Zi Lu sighed.