She covered her heart, only feeling throbbing pains, "Yuchai, is my little prince still alive now? Tell me, is he still alive?"
After saying that, he buried his head and sobbed.
"Our little prince must still be alive."
When Chonghua entered the palace, he saw Feng Yao crying again. He sighed, walked softly to her side, and gently pressed his hand on her weak shoulder, "Feng Yao, stop crying, do this again."
If you keep crying, your eyes will go blind."
"Husband."
Feng Yao raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, her chin had become pointed, and her face was no longer as pretty and rosy as before.
She threw herself into Chonghua's arms and hugged him tightly. Her whole body was trembling and she kept sobbing, "Husband, I feel uncomfortable when I think of our little prince. I have been looking for any clues for so long.
No, will we never see him again in this life?"
The little prince was lost, and Chonghua felt uncomfortable.
He has no feelings for Fengyao anymore, but the child is his own blood.
Besides, Feng Yao blamed herself for the loss of her child. He watched her lose weight and become haggard day by day. No matter how hard-hearted he was, he still felt a little distressed.
When I first met her, she was so bright, charming and full of life.
She is completely different from Feng Yao in the past.
Not only was she responsible for losing the little prince, he was also responsible.
The child is hers and his.
She should not bear this responsibility alone.
He took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, reached out and stroked her head twice, and comforted her gently, "No, father and son are connected. I can feel that he is still alive, and we will definitely find him."
"
"Really?" Feng Yao's eyes were as red and swollen as peaches, and a bit of hope immediately appeared on her pale face, "Our little prince is really alive? Can we really see him again?"
"Will do."
Chonghua closed his eyes and said word by word, "As long as you don't give up hope and continue to search, you will definitely be able to find him."
"Didn't you say that the man said he just took him away and never said he wanted his life?"
Feng Yao thought for a moment in despair, her eyes suddenly lit up, she nodded heavily and said, "Yes, yes, he did not say that he wanted to take the little prince's life."
No one knows whether the little prince is still alive.
After searching for so long, Chonghua actually gave up in his heart.
But seeing Feng Yao like this, how could he say it out loud?
If even he said that the little prince would most likely no longer be alive, Feng Yao didn't know how big a blow she would suffer.
Since she still had hope in her heart, how could he bear to break it.
"If he wanted to take the little prince's life, he could do it that night, so why would he need to take the little prince away?"
After a few words of comfort, Feng Yao's mood gradually improved.
"Husband, you are right. Our little prince must still be alive." She slowly raised her head and looked at Chonghua with tearful eyes, "We will definitely find him, right?"
"Yeah." Chonghua sighed softly in his heart.
Looking at the thin, palm-sized face in front of him, he helped Feng Yao sit down again and told Yu Chai, "Go to the imperial dining room immediately to prepare some food. I will have dinner at the queen's place in the evening."