"Come on, hurry up, I haven't seen him for a long time, I really miss him." Bai Yuyue took Han Shuang and rushed back, jumped on the carriage, and headed back to the city.
Not long after arriving in the city, the servants of the Mei Mansion sent a greeting card, saying that the third young master had returned to his home and was resting at home and could not come to visit yet.
Then Cang Xilin's decree came, and since tomorrow was New Year's Eve, she was allowed to enter the palace to celebrate the New Year.
In fact, he didn't want to have any contact with Cang Xilin anymore, but he was the emperor, and he couldn't refuse his words, so he could only agree.
To be fair, Cang Xilin was really kind to her, and she was very grateful.
But after expressing my gratitude, I felt even more uneasy.
On the one hand, I don't love her deeply, and on the other hand, choosing Cang Xilin means choosing to waste my life in the deep palace, not to mention facing the hostile looks of so many concubines.
If you are not careful, you will die without a burial place. She doesn't want to.
But what can I do if I don’t want to?
Cang Xilin is the emperor, so he has absolute initiative.
She wanted to run away, but she had been poisoned three months ago and had no energy left at all. If she ran away now in a heavy snowstorm, she would only die.
Fortunately, Duan Guo can now take a breath and Cang Xilin will not force himself.
It is estimated that in the spring of next year, after Shengguo has repaired its troops, it will continue to move south, and it is bound to destroy Duanguo.
By that time, my body should have recovered, and it would be easy to escape.
When he returned to the palace, Bai Yuzheng was already waiting there. Seeing his sister dragging her sick body and "working tirelessly" to worship her, he felt very distressed: "You left so early in the morning. What is there to worship in the temple?"
Bai Yuyue stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "I'm going to ask Buddha to bless my third brother well."