Two days later, Zi Yiran was in the garden of Prince Han's Mansion and saw Han Mengxiao leaning on Ye Hua like a bird, with a sweet smile on his face. After being puzzled, he pulled Han Mengxiao aside.
"Sister Mengxiao, what's going on?" Zi Yiran stared into Han Mengxiao's eyes, frowned and asked, "Also, Zi Yihan, what's going on with him? He doesn't seem to recognize me?"
"He is no longer Zi Yihan." After leaving Ye Hua's sight, Han Mengxiao returned to his frosty appearance: "He is Ye Hua, the Lord God of Heaven, Ye Hua!"
"What?" Zi Yiran was shocked: "Has he regained his divine power?"
"Yes!" Han Mengxiao answered truthfully, and then said: "Yi Ran, I know you are confused in your heart, but I can't tell you what I am doing now, because even I don't know what I am doing. He is no longer your second brother.
He doesn’t remember everything that happened in this life, including the brotherly relationship between you, so I hope that no matter what I do, you don’t stop me. That man... I just don’t want him to have an easy time!"
The tone was so cold that Zi Yiran felt chills in her body. After being silent for a long time, she said: "Okay, Sister Mengxiao, whatever you want to do, just do it. Yiran will not stop you, but Sister Mengxiao, you
You know, Yiran doesn’t want to see you..."
Grabbing Han Mengxiao's hand, Zi Yiran said seriously: "If you have anything that Yiran can help with, how about you come to Yiran?"
Since that person is no longer his second brother, he no longer has any scruples. Sister Mengxiao is the only person he loves deeply in his heart. No matter what she wants to do, Zi Yiran will support her unconditionally.
If she needed him at all, he would be there for her even if he risked his life.
"Yi Ran." Han Mengxiao pulled her hand back awkwardly. She had the memory of two lives, one as an immortal and one as a human. There were not many people around her, not too few, either those she could love or those she could hate.
It was very obvious, but it was Zi Yiran who was the most difficult for her to face.
The deeper Zi Yiran's affection for her, the greater the pressure on her heart.
Sighing, Han Mengxiao said: "I understand, Yiran, the wind is strong today and you are not in good health. Go back to the palace early."
Last time in Qionghua Valley, Zi Yiran was seriously injured and his body became weaker. He later practiced martial arts desperately, and now he started practicing again. He was too tired. Han Mengxiao knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he could only say this with concern.
Because everything Zi Yiran did was for her.
Lowering his eyes to cover up the disappointment inside, Zi Yiran said: "Okay, Sister Mengxiao, Yiran will go back to the palace now. Seven days later, it will be Zimo's annual Lantern Festival, and there will be a feast in the palace. You
Will you come?"
"Of course!" Han Mengxiao said with a smile: "I will give Yiran a gift on that day."
The birthday gift promised to him was smashed by the goddess Yunshang, and he has always been owed. This time, she will definitely not let anyone ruin it again.
There's only this little she can do.
"Really?" Zi Yiran said happily: "Okay, okay, then I'll wait."
After sending Zi Yiran away, Han Mengxiao returned to the small garden. Ye Hua's dark and deep eyes clearly exuded dissatisfaction: "How could he become the supreme emperor in this world without the emperor's destiny?"