"Your Majesty, I love you, but I know I am not good enough for you. After all, it is impossible for you and me to be together. I only hope that in the future you can realize your ambition in your heart."
"In my eyes, even if the prince is lingering on the sickbed, he is no worse than those strong men. He can still be in control even if he is huddled in the palace. I believe in the prince."
Gu Tingyue said nothing, just looked at Yin Luzhu.
He felt that God was too cruel to him.
He could accept this weak body and the inability to fulfill his ambitions, but he didn't want to give up on the person in front of him.
Gu Tingyue grabbed Yin Luzhu's hand fiercely, "I'm going to ask my father to let you marry me."
"Your Majesty, you can't." Yin Luzhu quickly stopped him, "It's against the rules for a son to covet his father's wife. I don't want your son to be accused of being unfilial because of me. Even though I like your son, I don't want to harm him."
"The prince has always been proud and aloof, and cannot tolerate the slightest provocation from others. If you tell me, what will happen if he kills you in anger? What do you want from me?"
A flash of pain flashed across Gu Tingyue's eyes quickly, "But my father doesn't have any kind of woman, and I only have you."
"Your Majesty, the prince is so indifferent to you, you must not anger him, otherwise, you will die."
Tears fell silently from the corner of Gu Tingyue's eyes, and fell heavily on the back of her hand, making Yin Luzhu feel a little compassionate.
But as soon as this compassion emerged, she was ruthlessly snuffed out.
People, after all, have to atone for the things they have done, right?
"Your Majesty, please rest early." Yin Luzhu stood up, wiped his tears, and stumbled away.
Duan Feng, who was standing at the door, saw her face full of tears and wanted to comfort her with a few words, but didn't know what to say.
Right now, the Crown Prince probably needs his comfort even more.
Duan Feng walked into the house and saw that Gu Tingyue had already pushed himself out of bed. He struggled to put on a piece of clothing, "Let's go see father."
Duan Feng was stunned, "Your Majesty, do you want it?"
He said nothing and just dragged his tired body out.
Duan Feng didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly caught up with him to support him. He didn't know if it was his misunderstanding, but he always felt that the prince's health was getting worse these days..z.br>
When Gu Tingyue came to the Nanjiang King's study, he was discussing important matters with his subordinates inside.
The servant at the door came up, bowed, and said somewhat unbearably: "Your Majesty, why don't you go back first? The prince will come out later to pass the message for you."
He shook his head firmly and stood there quietly, looking up at the closed door.
In the past, he often went in and out here to discuss military affairs in southern Xinjiang with his father, but now, he has no right to even enter here.
Gu Tingyue stood there for a long time. It was only when he could no longer hold on and his body was shaky anymore that the closed door was opened.
When the people who came out saw him, they couldn't help but be stunned. They all bowed to him and left.
Gu Tingyue then walked in.
The warmth inside somewhat dissipates the coldness all over the body.
The King of Southern Xinjiang was sitting on the main seat. When he saw him coming in, he just raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing here?"
Gu Tingyue coughed a few times and hid the blood-stained handkerchief calmly, "My child, I want to ask my father's permission for something."
Hearing this, the King of Southern Xinjiang couldn't help but look at him curiously.
