There was a voice in Ye Feng's heart that kept shouting for him to recognize each other.
Although he was scared, he also wanted to recognize her.
But Xing'er's words made him unable to move his raised legs any further.
Prince...
The prince of Chu?
Then she is... the queen of Chu?
Queen Chu scolded, "Be careful, walls have ears."
"Mother, you are too worried. There is no one here. We come to Baiyun Temple every year to offer incense and we have never seen a bad person. The management here is very good."
"Even so, don't talk nonsense."
"Yes, yes, my servant is wrong, but our emperor has a harem of three thousand beauties. Except for you, he has never favored any concubines. You and the emperor only have such a prince. His status is noble. God will not bless you."
Who will he bless?"
"I just want him to be safe and healthy. That's enough for me. It doesn't matter whether he is the most noble prince in the Chu Kingdom or not." Empress Chu put the incense on the incense burner and sighed melancholy.
Ye Feng leaned weakly against the door, with two lines of clear tears left in the corners of his eyes.
His face suddenly turned pale.
The prince...how noble...and he...
He is just a plaything of Lord Lan Banner.
His past is full of darkness and filth, and he really doesn't deserve it.
If he and she knew each other, they would be stained for the rest of their lives and become the laughing stock of the whole world.
The prince of the emperor of Chu Kingdom is a forbidden person.
Ha...how ironic.
Ye Feng looked at the Queen of Chu with nostalgia through the crack in the door, unwilling to take it back for a long time.
Tears blurred his eyes, and the pain in his heart made him unable to breathe.
God knows how much he wanted to rush out to meet her and tell her that he was his son.
Ye Feng was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose control, so he stumbled out of the Main Hall and ran to his room.
In the Main Hall, Queen Chu suddenly raised her head and looked at the direction Ye Feng left, her heart beating faster inexplicably.
Myolie asked in confusion, "Madam, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, it's just that... I suddenly remembered that the young master just now seemed to have very familiar features."
"Yeah, when you said that, I just remembered that he looks somewhat similar to you, and also somewhat similar to the emperor."
Queen Chu trembled, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes...but...there are many people who look similar in the world. Maybe they just happen to look similar."
Myolie swallowed whatever words came to her mouth.
Over the years, when the empress saw people who looked similar to them, she thought they were her sons, but her hopes turned to disappointment every time, as if she fell from heaven to hell.
She was afraid that her empress would be disappointed again, so she did not dare to say more.
Queen Chu also laughed at herself.
How could such a coincidence happen in this world?
She started to get sick again, and when she saw someone who looked slightly similar, she thought it was her Lin'er.
In the guest room.
Ye Feng wrapped himself in the quilt, his body was shivering, and he covered his mouth tightly, fearing that he would cry.
Gu Chunuan lived next door to him. He heard some noises and was confused. He opened the room and planned to knock on his door to ask.
Through the crack in the window.
She saw Ye Feng suddenly lift the quilt, his back pressed against the edge of the bed, big tears rolling down his face, his shoulders shaking, his hands covering his mouth tightly, until he bit out his own hands.
Blood.
But he didn't realize it, he just forced himself down.
He looked so helpless and pitiful, it was heartbreaking to see him, as if he was an abandoned child, and there would be no more light in the world, and he would be the only one licking his wounds.
Gu Chunuan frowned, remembering that the Right Protector had insulted him in the depths of the demon clan, thinking that he was crying because of that incident.
She slowly retracted her raised hand, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart. This discomfort diluted her joy of getting the hell grass.
