. "Brother Three Emperors, it's dawn, I'm leaving. I'm having a happy night and I won't forget it."
"Well, it's dawn, you go. I've had a lot of fun tonight, and I haven't been so happy for a long time. Oh, yes, this is for you."
Xuanyuan Qingtian said as he took out the confession he copied and handed it to Xuanyuan Yiyu, who took it over.
"Thank you, Third Brother." This third brother might have been the last time he called, and he never cried with such a face again. Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Yiyu sighed secretly.
He held the paper in his hand tightly. He knew what it was without looking at it. This should be a confession, and the contents must be everything about his mother.
In the end, he said nothing, but bowed deeply to Xuanyuan Qingtian before leaving. His solemn expression and his back that seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of burden were so heavy.
"Did the prince do this? Is he thinking that they will turn around?"
When Xuanyuan Yiyu left, I don’t know when Doctor Song Yichen turned out and slowly sat opposite Xuanyuan Qingtian, where Xuanyuan Yiyu had just sat.
He picked up the glass that Xuanyuan Yiyu had drunk and poured a glass of wine on his own and started drinking it himself.
"Yeah, good, good wine!"
Xuanyuan Qingtian did not answer Song Yichen's words, but just looked up slightly at the sky that gradually became brighter outside the window. It was dawn and the sun was about to come out. Can his heavy mood become relaxed as the sun came out?
It depends on their decision...
"The prince is not thinking about whether they will stop, but to see what they will do? How to deal with this? Should he confess his guilt by himself, or not to die, and do the last blow? Because this is not their acceptance
The question of not stopping, but their attitude now. If they go to the emperor to confess their guilt, the prince will not pursue it anymore. If they do not repent... and still struggle to death, then don't blame the prince for not being remorseful.
Now, Prince, I’m right.”
At this time, a calm and gentle voice came from the door, which was Duanmu Minya's unique and confident voice.
Xuanyuan Qingtian couldn't help but relax the heavy expression on his face and became much tender. He turned to look at the door, looked at Duanmu Minya with a faint smile on her face and walked in. His pair
His eyes, as sharp as a knife, suddenly became tender and watery, and there was still praise in his eyes. He praised Duanmu Minya's intelligence and wit, and also liked her understanding of him. He looked at Duanmu Minya without blinking.
Not only him, but even Song Yichen's eyes could not be taken away from Duanmu Minya. Duanmu Minya had such a sense of confidence, an attractive confidence that made people unable to look away from her.
Xuanyuan Qingtian raised his hand and signaled Duanmu Minya to come over. Duanmu Minya slowly walked to his side. The two of their hands were clasped together with their fingers, and their eyes were tightly entangled.
, stared face to face.
There was only each other in their eyes. Without anyone else, even Song Yichen could not penetrate it. Song Yichen looked at Duanmu Minya with nostalgia, then slowly left. He walked out of the room lonely and careful.
Close the door and leave them alone, and now he is finally going to let go.