Until Zhou Yanqing said in a silence, he saw her shoulders trembling, but his eyes were filled with sadness.

When the night was as dark as ink, he picked up Zhou Yanqing in his waist and said, "Let's go."

Zhou Yanqing buried his face in the arms of the fourth prince. He almost instantly endured the tears that had been pouring out for a day, and instantly wet Zhou Yun's clothes.

She grabbed Zhou Yun's clothes and endured the choking and let out a soft "hmm".

At the end, he looked back at the graves with a bright smile, "Brothers, I'm going back, come back another day."

Until she walked out of the imperial tomb, Zhou Yanqing was nestled in Zhou Yun's arms. She burst into tears quietly and silently, her body seemed to be convulsing, so sad that she could not make any sound.

But Zhou Yun just hugged her and walked out steadily.

Until a while, she seemed to have vented enough.

"Fourth brother, I'm fine." She said a very strong nasal voice.

Zhou Yun asked with a smile: "Is it more comfortable?"

She was stunned, and then smiled and answered a word: "Yeah."

Zhou Yun sent her onto the carriage, and he rubbed her head: "You, this has been like this since you were a child. If you have anything, you have always endured it by yourself."

Zhou Yun couldn't help laughing, but his mood was extremely complicated.

These people may be blind. Since they learned that there was a little prince in the Leng Palace. At first, they were both independent and too lazy to deal with it. Later, because of a black cat, they had a series of interactions with Xiaojiu and had deep feelings for each other. They just spoiled Xiaojiu, treated Xiaojiu as a tip of their hearts, let the late emperor let go, let Xiaojiu move out of the Leng Palace, and let Xiaojiu follow them to the Imperial College to go to school.

But facing Xiaojiu's pale face every day, he only thought that he was innately weak. Xiaojiu took leave from time to time, so they believed that he was the kind mother-like appearance of Concubine Rong. He thought that Xiaojiu was not in good health, so he got the cold and had to be cultivated.

But I didn't know that those days were all man-made fucking.

Xiaojiu was full of energy during the day. In front of them, Xiaojiu was always carefree. Until the confidants around Concubine Rong were secretly cut off one by one by one by one, until the two of them broke up completely, and until they accidentally discovered Xiaojiu's daughter, they finally understood what had happened over the years.

I feel sorry for myself.

She never relied on anyone, she was always alone, she did a lot of things, but she accumulated strength without strength. For example, Concubine Rong, even though she was still alive, was already in a state of disgrace before Xiaojiu ascended the throne, and was poisoned by Xiaojiu, and was tortured to the point of being crazy.

Zhou Yun smiled hoarsely and helped her to take care of the hair on her cheeks. "You can slow down first. Let's go to the imperial tomb tonight and stay in the palace there."

Zhou Yanqing softly responded to a word, "Okay."

In Zichen Palace, Xiao Yan and Xuanye stayed and refused to leave. Including Liang Wenqian, there were eight people, all of them lived in Zichen Palace. But today, a few people learned the news that Zhou Yanqing and the fourth prince went out of the palace to the imperial tomb together, and the men looked bored.

Jiang Jianchen still looked cold and outspoken. His eyes were light. Due to his personality, he had little interaction with these people, and he could not talk about being enthusiastic.

But late at night, he looked at the stars at night, and suddenly stood up and went to the main hall of Zichen Palace.

Liang Wenqing sat foolishly on the huge dragon bed holding the quilt. The palace was so empty, and his world had been circling around Xiangxiang. Xiangxiang didn't return to the palace tonight, so he felt that the bedroom was too big and he couldn't sleep.
Chapter completed!