Cong Xiai smiled slightly and said: "I'm sorry for making you worry, but it's not the first time I'm alone outside the second prince's house. It doesn't matter. I'm not too confident. The capital of the Daxing Dynasty really dares to
There are not many people who are against the Second Crown Prince. After all, I am also the Second Crown Princess, and no one will embarrass me because of this false reputation. However, I was really happy that night, and I had a really happy chat with Yi'er. You know
Well, only now do I know that no matter what happens, no matter how resentful or angry I am, when I am the most helpless and sad, I can still trust my sisters."
Sima Rong was stunned, had Cong Xiai met Yi'er? The two of them chatted happily? How is this possible? Didn't Cong Xiai always hate Yi'er? How is it possible?!
"You and Yi'er are chatting together?" Su Yahui stared at Cong Xiai in front of her, trying to see something suspicious on his face. However, Cong Xiai's face was calm and there was absolutely no trace of lying. "You guys are chatting."
We had a great time chatting? This, this seems to sound a little, a little unlikely——"
Cong Xiai laughed, with tears in her laughter, and said sadly: "Now, I, Cong Xiai, have to admit, Yi'er, she is the woman I hate, and she is also the woman I trust and respect the most now. She
, is the only confidant I can meet in this life! I believe in her now as I believe in myself."
As she shed tears, I remembered Cong Yi'er's warm smile that night, what a kind of tolerance and understanding! She listened to herself so calmly, tolerated all the ups and downs, forgave all the past, and used a single
The gentlest heart looked at me with a smile, what kind of warmth it was. I didn't expect that in the end, the person I could trust and accept was the person I had least cared about.
"Have you not sobered up yet?" Su Yahui's eyes widened. Why did Cong Xiai's words sound so unbelievable? She had seen with her own eyes how incompatible the sisters were, and how could they suddenly be so close?
!
"How do you plan to deal with Yi'er?" Sima Rong's angry voice added in. Just listening to that voice, it was clear that he had the intention to kill Cong Xiai.
Cong Xiai sighed softly. Fortunately, she couldn't see her. Otherwise, how frustrated would it be to be worthy of this anger? "You don't have to worry, she is very good."
"How did you meet her? Where is she now?" Sima Rong asked anxiously.
"If there is a fate, you will meet her naturally. If there is no fate, why force it?" Cong Xiai sighed softly and said, "Second Prince, I mean she is very good now. If you want her to live a quiet life, don't do it."
She appears around, otherwise, the emperor will never let her go."
"I know, you don't need to remind me!" Sima Rong said unhappily, wishing he could swallow Cong Xiai before giving in and turning around to leave.
After leaving the Second Tai's Mansion, he saw Sima Che walking over from a distance, his steps a little hasty and his eyes slightly red. Sima Rong was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously walked up to him, greeting: "Brother, you
What's going on? Why do you look so ugly?"
When Sima Che saw it was Sima Rong, he forced a smile and said, "It's okay. It's just that today is the anniversary of my mother's death. I was a little sad when I went to pay homage and couldn't help but shed tears. It's okay. What are you busy with? Have you ever seen me?
Father, he has been in a bad mood these past few days. Something happened in Zhengyang Palace again, and he is very depressed. Why don't you go and talk to him for a few words, it might be of some use."
Sima Rong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that today was the anniversary of his mother's death. He felt a little sad. Even though he knew from his father that he was not born of this mother, he was born and raised by her, and he grew up by her side until
She was imprisoned in the cold palace, and until her death, he always regarded her as the person closest to him, so it was still sad to think of her.
Sima Che looked at Sima Rong, sighed slightly, and said: "Hey, brother, why do you need to make yourself sad? It's also difficult for Miss Cong. She only has the emperor's uncle in her heart. No matter how much she uses her affection, I'm afraid it will end in the end."
It’s all in vain and only adds to the sadness.”
Sima Rong smiled bitterly and said: "Just think of it as something I owe her, and I will always pay it back. Let me do it. By the way, brother, you should be the emperor of the Daxing Dynasty. I really am not the one who can control you."
The great man in the world."
Sima Che smiled bitterly, sighed, and said in his heart: If it weren't for the purpose of avenging my mother, I wouldn't bother to wade into this troubled water.
"What are the two brothers talking about?" A thin, crisp voice sounded from behind them, startling the two of them. They looked back together and stayed in place.
It was their father, a burly man who was now a little thinner and much fairer. He was wearing warm pale pink clothes. He was indescribably weird and had a delicate expression. It was hard to tell whether it was scary or funny, especially when he looked at it.
He was holding a silk handkerchief in his hand and twisting it around on his fingers, which seemed very interesting.
Sima Che and Sima Rong looked at each other dumbfounded and glanced at each other. They wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. They also had unspeakable sorrow in their hearts. A majestic emperor had ended up in such a situation. How should he face it?
Sima Che tried his best to smile. To be honest, this was the first time he saw his poisoned father outdoors. He had always been in dimly lit rooms before, but he had never seen it so close and felt such a strange thing.
Feeling. He said respectfully: "It's okay. I was talking about some old things with my second brother. My second brother was about to visit you. I happened to meet me here and chatted for a few words."
The emperor smiled softly, as if he felt that he was very charming, but in the eyes of Sima Che and Sima Rong, it was really terrifying. "Look at me? No way, I'm afraid that Rong'er hates me very much at this time.
Do you know?" The emperor looked at Sima Rong and whispered softly, "I have sent many people, many, many people, to search everywhere in my capital. I must find that Dierun, and
That abominable Cong Yi'er, I have been the emperor for so long, and no one has ever dared to ignore me as much as she does. It makes me feel so uncomfortable that I wish I could eat her alive to relieve my hatred. She, at all
She didn't take me seriously. How could I bear such an insult? And she also distracted my most valued son from me. What is such a woman if she isn't a beauty and a disaster?"
"Father--" Sima Rong was a little annoyed and said angrily, "Why are you doing this? If you continue like this, even if you take the child's life, the child will not be the emperor of the Daxing Dynasty. You still want to
Then we can create an heir who is as good as a child!"
The emperor slapped Sima Rong on the face in anger. Sima Rong did not hide or wipe it, but stood stubbornly and stared at his father.
"Humph, you don't have to look at me with this expression. I will definitely do what I want to do. I even have to search the capital to find that crazy girl and make her obey me!" The emperor was not happy.
Said, "She is more hateful than that bitch Dierun!"
A warm smile sounded near the three of them. It was soft, sweet and quiet, as crystal clear as the falling snow. "No need to go to such trouble, what do you want from me? Let me tell you."
The three of them immediately looked around. Just a few meters away from the three of them, there was a beautiful woman in plain clothes sitting on the low branch of a blooming yellow wintersweet tree. She was wearing a light purple dress.
Like light water, her feet were swaying gently, and the snow on the tree was shaken off. She was indescribably beautiful and refined. Standing next to her was a middle-aged man whom Sima Rong had seen several times. He looked at her with a gentle and quiet expression.
Looking at Cong Yi'er sitting on the branch, he seemed not to see the three people standing in front of him at all.
The emperor stared at the woman in front of him dumbfounded. Did this girl come out of the ground? How could she come and go as she pleased! Where did she think this place was? Is it her Prince Cong's Mansion? Or Prince Xuan's Mansion?
How abominable! Are those guards freeloaders? They are simply a bunch of trash!
"You, you, where did you come from?!" the emperor asked stutteringly.
Cong Yi'er smiled softly. The yellow wintersweet flowers made her even more charming. Her expression was peaceful and her tone was light and not angry. "How could I come out of nowhere? Do you think I am this tree?"
Isn’t it wintersweet? It’s just a small palace. You can walk back and forth with your eyes closed.”
The emperor saw the middle-aged man standing next to Cong Yi'er showing a sympathetic smile. That smile made him feel an inexplicable coldness in his heart, like a terrible premonition. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt as if his whole body was sinking.
It was like being in an ice kiln. The smile was so warm, and he was a man who didn't attract much attention, but why did it make him so frightened?! And the other party didn't pay attention to him at all, or even ignored his existence. The middle-aged man
All of his attention is on Cong Yier, but why does he make himself so uneasy?!
Who is he? How come he is here?
"Since you're here, you don't have to look around for me. Humph, I don't believe you can escape my grasp." The emperor said with some guilt. For some reason, the middle-aged man stood there with an indescribable expression.
The majesty made him stand up a little cold.
Cong Yi'er smiled slightly and said: "I just came here to visit my aunt for free. You can catch me saying such crazy things again. Otherwise, don't say these boring words. Also, if you continue
If you continue to make trouble unreasonably, I will not let you go to deal with Yixuan! It is not easy to win the Daxing Dynasty. For the sake of Sima Xichen and Sima Rui, I will not argue with you, so it is best to stop here.