Under his gaze, Yin Luzhu slowly shook his head, "Your Majesty, I will never like you in my life. In my heart, I will always be Ji Yanchen."
Yin Luzhu's words were like a huge stone suddenly pressing down.
She seemed to have never seen Gu Tingfang's injury at this moment, and was still pressing forward step by step, "If you insist on keeping me by your side, then all I can do is kill you.,"
"Gu Tingfang, there is already a fight to the death between you and me."
"..."
Gu Tingfang staggered back a step, and the only thing that echoed in her mind was this: Between you and me, we have already been fighting to the death.
Yes, between them lies the blood of the Fu family.
Yin Luzhu stopped lingering and supported Ji Yanchen as he walked towards the night. He never looked back until the figure disappeared from sight.
Ji Yanchen looked at her and smiled bitterly, "What about me?"
The footsteps suddenly stopped. Yin Luzhu looked at him slowly and sneered, "King Chu Xiang is also my father. What do you think, Ji Yanchen?"
Ji Yanchen lowered his head dejectedly, "Thank you for coming to save me tonight."
"I'll save you tonight, and from now on, we won't owe each other anything."
Without saying anything more, Yin Luzhu left in a chic and decisive manner.
Ji Yanchen watched her back disappear from his sight, and he smiled bitterly. In fact, he and Gu Tingfang were both the losers.
…
The gleaming autumn sun seems to have washed away all the coldness in the world.
One day in the afternoon, a little doll carved in pink and jade, carrying a small baggage and a token in his hand, came to Zhaode Hall without any hindrance.
Gu Tingfang just came back, and suddenly she looked at the little baby in front of her.
The child in front of me was about five years old. He was pretty and pretty, and his features and eyes were very similar to him and that old friend.
Gu Tingfang was immediately shocked as her heart seemed to be pinched hard by an invisible hand.
"You...who are you?"
The little baby took a few steps forward, looked up at him, and asked, "Are you my father?"
"Who is your mother...?"
Gu Tingfang felt as if her breathing had stopped.
"My mother is Yin Luzhu."
"Where is your mother?"
"My mother and Uncle Mu went to the south of the Yangtze River to enjoy the mountains and rivers. Before leaving, she disliked me as a burden and asked me to come to you, saying that you would support me."
"Who is Uncle Mu?"
"One of the top names in Qingfeng Tower. My mother said he is good-looking and she likes him."
Gu Tingfang's hands hanging under his sleeves tightened, and the next moment, he suddenly picked up the little baby in front of him.
"Shall we go find your mother together?"
The little baby in his arms thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, if you want to be scolded, just go find it."
Gu Tingfang: "..."
Gu Tingfang hugged the person in her arms tightly, as if holding the most cherished treasure in the world, and said in a gentle voice, "What's your name?"
"My surname is Yin. As for my name, my mother told me not to tell others casually."
Gu Tingfang laughed dumbly, as if the pain of these years was suddenly relieved at this moment.
In the past, they were working step by step, using all their tricks, even if every step they took was a ravine and dangerous shoal, and if they were not careful, they would be shattered to pieces, and both sides had to suffer losses.
But now, there is an ever-lasting bond between them.
For the rest of my life, I hope that there will be a period of time where I can use my dreams as a horse to travel on the road, not caring about fame and fortune, not greedy for gold and silver, but only seeking comfort.