Outside the door, He Lu's face was filled with tears and her eyes were empty as she watched Ding Xiang and others hurried away. However, her hands were subconsciously placed on her lower abdomen.
Zijin glanced at He Lu's belly with tears in his eyes, and continued to follow Ding Xiangshen silently.
Chaos began to arise in the third prince's residence,
Eunuchs and maids running around can be seen everywhere.
Zijin glanced casually, and a familiar figure appeared in her eyes,
But when he looked again, the figure was nowhere to be seen.
After leaving the third prince's residence,
Zijin couldn't help but look back at the door,
Scenes of meeting and getting to know the third prince appeared in her mind like a movie replaying.
The handsome young man standing in front of the window,
A brief conversation under the moonlight, a misunderstanding in the cherry blossom rain, pouring tea and reciting poems in the study...
There are scenes of the past, but now, people have gone and the buildings are empty, things and people have changed, and everything is over...
Third Prince and Princess, you cannot be husband and wife while you are alive. I hope that after your death, you can truly be a loving couple, life after life, life after life.
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After the death of the prince, the whole country of Nanyue must observe mourning for a hundred days. They are not allowed to kill, and they are not allowed to eat meat.
Masters and Taoist priests also performed rituals in the palace for a hundred days.
But all of this has nothing to do with Zijin.
At this time, she seemed to have been forgotten by this indifferent palace,
No one asked her to be an errand, and no one asked her to talk to her.
Yu Wenmingxuan has not been seen since we met on August 15th.
There is also no news from Jing Wen and Zhong Ling.
Even Yang Guibi, Ding Xiang and others have not looked for her.
It was as if she had been abandoned by this noisy world and the glitz and glamor of the palace.
All day long Zijin just curled up quietly in the room,
No matter how day and darkness alternate,
No matter how time passes through your fingers,
She just curled up on the bed like she was dead...
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