In the early days of rain, the misty rain towers are in bloom, and the flowers are blooming after waking up from a drunken dream.

Leaning alone by the window to express my thoughts, tears raining down and bells weeping in Xiaoxiang.

These days, it feels like a lifetime ago, and I have never stepped out of this hospital.

Every day's hope is luxurious. How is it different from the woman in the palace?

"princess."

"I want to be alone, let's go down." Her mood was complicated and she didn't want to pay attention to anyone at all.

These days, I often sit in front of the window and look into the distance. Maybe I can still see his shadow, and I am content.

"Your Highness is here."

"Are you telling the truth?"

When she heard that he was coming, the curvature of her mouth could not hide the ecstasy in her heart. He had never stepped foot here before, but today he was ecstatic.

"Look, there's something wrong with me."

I smoothed my hair and straightened my clothes. I was a little overwhelmed with excitement, and my haggard complexion instantly turned rosy.

With anxiety in his heart, he slowly walked forward. He leaned forward and said, "See you, Your Highness."

Murong Haochen turned his back to her and stood with his hands behind his back. He did not cross the threshold and looked ahead.

"Your Highness, why don't you come inside and sit for a while?"

He came here today and was very happy. However, he stood outside the door with no intention of coming in.

There was a chill in the wind, so she ignored it and said coldly: "When I entered the palace today, Su Ying didn't take the princess to freshen up."

"Slave, go right now."

Her heart had already turned cold the moment she met him, and the biting ice sword pierced her heart.

He never looked at her from the beginning to the end, there was only hatred in his heart. If he came to the throne and knew the secret, he would not let anyone go because of his temper.

If he doesn't care about the love between husband and wife, will her end be miserable?

After washing up, Murong Haochen's figure had already left.

"Feiyu, where has your highness gone?"

"Your Highness, go ahead and ask your subordinates to send the princess to visit the queen."

He looked at this outfit with a wry smile. No matter how exquisite the makeup was, it was not as good as what he could take a look at.

Murong Haochen, are you so disgusted that you don't want to stay and go with me?

In the huge court, there was only one person standing tall in front of the dragon throne. He was no longer the majestic emperor of the past. His increasingly thin body was supported on the dragon throne with one hand.

"Chen'er, please come forward and tell me what you saw?"

"Seeing the authority." I personally feel that standing at a high place, the power is getting closer to me, and I control the life and death of everyone. This is imperial power.

"I heard that you let Ji'er enter the palace to visit the queen. You knew that the queen was spying on you, but you just wanted to be satisfied with this chess piece." The status of these eldest grandsons in the court has long been consolidated, and long-term planning is needed to eradicate them.

But as the Ninth Five Supreme Being, he had to be controlled by others. Fortunately, he did not let himself down.

"No matter how good a game of chess is, it is incomplete without chess pieces. My son, why don't you help the players in this game? But these chess pieces are not very powerful."

Murong Haochen never cared about this chess piece. It was useless to use a woman as a chess piece. Once the weakness of human nature is exposed, no matter how carefully laid out, it would be a useless chess piece.

Hearing his words, he smiled happily. He frowned for a moment and started coughing. The smell of blood spread in his mouth.

Murong Haochen saw this and asked worriedly: "Isn't my father's health getting better?"

The blood in the handkerchief made him worried.

He shook his hand and his rapid breathing made him feel a little breathless: "As you get older, it is inevitable that you are a little useless."

"Chen'er, if my father is not here one day, the country will have to rely on you. Among all my princes, you are the only one worthy of entrusting the country to me."

Twenty-five years have passed, and now I really feel that he is becoming more and more calm and has lived up to his promise to his mother and concubine.

At this moment, his body was not as good as before. He took out the wooden box from his sleeve and gave it to him.

"Father, this is..."

Seeing that my father's body was a little weak, I helped him sit on the dragon chair.

He took the wooden box and was about to open it when he heard his father's feeble stop: "I won't open it until I get home."

"I know very well, don't be too persistent for a woman."

He looked at the wooden box in his hand for a long time, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. He slowly knelt down and begged: "I want to ask for an imperial edict from my father today."

"This is the first time you've begged me since you were little."

Over the years, his son has always been a loner, and every time he was let into the palace, he never asked for anything from him.

Today, he spoke for the first time because of a woman.

Like myself when I was very young, I acted arbitrarily.

Everything is fate, and you can never escape from this palace.

Before entering the palace, this matter had been buried in his heart for a long time.

If it hadn't been for that night, we wouldn't have met or gotten to know each other.

"My father's biggest regret in this life is Ye Yilan's mother."

"When I was young, I heard my mother and concubine mention it."

Ever since he was a child, he had always been close to his mother and concubine. For his father, he had never listened to his words so quietly as he did today.

Being in the royal family, many pairs of eyes are staring at the dragon chair.

The concubines in the harem are always intrigues and deceitful.

His mother-in-law survived such a situation, but not for long. From then on, he no longer relied on anyone, nor did he trust anyone.

And his father is the emperor who dominates the world.

He has never owed himself, from beginning to end he has only owed his mother and concubine.

Fengque Palace

The elegant but not strong fragrance permeates Fengque Palace.

The devouring of time has not been able to fade away her appearance.

Mother's honor in the world allows her to enjoy her success.

"I heard from Li'er that you fell into a trap with Ye Yilan, and that's why Murong Haochen ordered you not to come in and out at will. Is this possible?"

Before she could sit down, Changsun Wanyue asked straight to the point.

A few days ago, when Murong Haoli came to visit her in the palace, he told her everything.

If we say that Murong Haochen acted secretly, it would be better to say that she did not use her brain to do things.

To think of using such vulgar tactics to harm others - stupid.

"I can't hide anything from my aunt." After hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, and I smiled awkwardly.

Su Ying, who was beside her, was frightened by the princess's stern gaze and retreated silently.

She took it upon herself to tell the Sixth Prince the whole story.

The eldest grandson Guan Ji sat down, not daring to raise his head to look at his aunt, and whispered: "But Ji'er was about to succeed, but it was a step too late."

Tasting the aroma of tea carefully, the permeating aroma lingered on the tip of my nose. I heard that it had long lost its elegance. The tea cup in my hand fell heavily on the table, and the tea spilled carelessly, and it fell all around. I scolded: "Idiot."

"What if Murong Haochen had arrived earlier? You don't think about it with your brain. Now you are his princess. If it were in the past, would you have thought you could appear in front of me safely? It's a joke."

It's simply stupid to sit back and enjoy the results in this way.

Just as my aunt said, Murong Haochen walked in naturally that night. It is conceivable that he knew everything about it.

I never expected that the depth of the city would be terrifying.

"What I want is not your thoughts on her woman, but your knowledge of Murong Haochen's whereabouts. Have you forgotten my instructions to you?"

From the moment she fell in love with Murong Haochen, she was destined to become her aunt's spy. She wanted to catch any trace of his whereabouts, which would be enough for her cousin to ascend the throne.

"Ji'er has not forgotten it. However, his whereabouts are kept very secret. The servants in the mansion are very tight-lipped and will not reveal a word. Ji'er, every time he went to look for him, he was nowhere to be seen, or he was already in the dormitory. He was not there at all.

There's no way to know."

He secretly glanced at his aunt, making tea as usual. He sighed, feeling aggrieved and said, "It's not like my aunt doesn't know about him. Even my cousin can't find someone to arrange for him, let alone Ji'er."

Changsun Wanyue hummed softly, with a malicious smile on her lips: "The one named Ye Yilan is not the closest to Murong Haochen. Why not help them."

Once he heard about Ye Yilan, he raised his eyebrows and asked extremely carefully: "Auntie means that His Highness and her..."

"Just because he doesn't trust you doesn't mean he doesn't trust Ye Yilan. The Ye family is the most trustworthy person for him."

Even if he conceals it very well, he can't hide his past with the Ye family.

From the moment the eldest grandson Guanji came in, he sat in fear, which was hard for her. He handed her a cup of tea and comforted her: "Have a cup of tea and calm down. There is a solution to everything."
To be continued...