Burying the flowers and chanting a song in the mulberry field, the stars change and the moon changes, who cares about them?

The dream soul sings a song and lingers, and the years are prosperous. Who would envy the mandarin ducks?

Jian Jia sings a song of lovesickness, the red beans are rotten, no one cherishes them.

Under the moonlight, a touch of white Confucianism highlights the fair skin. The majestic and swaying veil dances slowly.

Zi Ling looked at that lonely figure. Leaves were falling all around, but she didn't even notice.

"Miss, it's late at night and it's time to go back and rest."

Looking at her in surprise: "It's you."

"It turns out that the lady still remembers this slave."

"Why are you here?" We met that day and we felt like old friends at first sight. I didn't expect that we would be even more cordial when we met today.

"Your Highness asked the servant to take care of the young lady."

The smile he showed just now gradually disappeared: "He asked you to spy on me."

He arranged for his own people to take care of him. What other purpose could there be besides surveillance?

From the moment he started making calculations, he had no intention of trusting him.

"Your Highness, I have no such intention."

If he really didn't have this intention, why would he send her here?

If she said she didn't believe it, it would be better to say that he didn't believe her.

From the moment she was trapped here, Murong Haochen had no intention of letting her out of the palace.

His purpose and secret are completely unknown.

"Did you have any orders?"

Although Ziling came to take care of Ye Yilan in name, he was actually observing her every move, which was no different from surveillance.

His Highness once ordered that if she asked, he would come and take care of her.

How could Murong Haochen not know her character? She had met Zi Ling before, and no matter how perfect her words were, she still had doubts.

Seeing her shaking her head, this matter is definitely not that simple.

"Go back and tell His Highness the Fourth Prince that if he really wants to find someone to look after me, he will bring someone here from Ye Mansion."

A person quietly approached the two of them step by step.

His angrily eyes devoured her inch by inch: "How dare you——"

"My slave, please see Your Highness."

Murong Haochen stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at her with interesting eyes: "Zi Ling, I asked you to take care of her, how can you take care of the girl who wants Ye Mansion?"

Zi Ling secretly raised her head and glanced at her, and naturally understood the meaning of His Highness's words: "I didn't take care of you carefully. I wonder if Miss Ye doesn't like your servant being around her."

When he heard what they said, he looked indifferent and said: "Why do you need to talk in circles, Your Highness?"

"I'll give you two choices. Zi Ling will be punished if he doesn't care. Secondly..."

"Stay!" He seized on her weakness and knew that he was soft-hearted, so he had to use this trick to force her to submit.

He winked at Zi Ling and understood: "Thank you, Miss."

"Why don't you go clean up inside the house."

"yes."

"How about I give you my maid?"

He raised his head and looked up at him. He asked, "Your Highness doesn't trust me and is afraid that I will run away, so he asked her to monitor me so that I can report to Your Highness, right?"

"Whatever you think."

Seeing him leaving a word and walking into his house, he had already forgotten about the injury on his hand.

With that touch, Murong Haochen really felt the pain.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that His Highness's injury has not healed yet. The wounds have gotten better in the past few days."

That hissing sound was the first time Ye Yilan heard his call.

Looking back on the scene that day, it was really a close call.

Perhaps the injuries he left on his body were what she felt guilty about.

It was also at that moment that she chose to believe him.

It was also at another moment that she chose not to trust.

"I haven't asked you to take care of me in the past few days. Why do you want to take care of His Highness today?"

"Your Highness is talking nonsense. It's time to go back and rest."

"stop."

Ye Yilan had just taken a few steps when she was stopped by him. When she turned around, she saw him holding the jade pendant he carried with him.

"You can only throw away such a valuable item once."

Taking it timidly from his hand, his eyes felt so beautiful for the first time.

It is as clear as trickling water, giving people a refreshing cool air.

Feiyu came to report: "Your Highness, the Emperor wants to see Miss Ye."

"Your Highness, I will accompany you there."

"Your Highness is injured, so don't force yourself."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab her and go with him.

This time, Ye Yilan would have reacted if she rejected him, but tonight it was extremely abnormal.

He followed behind her silently, and she couldn't help but turn around, only to see him smiling at her.

In the past, he was always walking in the front, but today he was walking behind so calmly, unlike his usual self.

Manager Xia looked at her dejectedly and ordered: "Miss Ye, the emperor's health is getting worse. Please ask the emperor to stop talking."

"I see."

He walked to the bed and looked at the emperor who was lying on the bed but could not move.

She couldn't believe that the former emperor would become like this now.

His body was decadent and he kept coughing.

He said softly: "How is your father's health now?"

He shook his head and said, "I'm afraid..."

"The emperor ordered the old slave to get the imperial edict and reassured His Highness."

How could he be relieved?

He saw his mother and concubine die in front of him, and now he has to face his father who has not been close to him for many years.

Who knows how much bitterness I feel in my heart.

"Come up here."

Seeing the emperor raising his hand with difficulty, calling her.

She turned around and glanced at him, only to see him standing in the distance, nodding at her.

"Remember, I told you that your mother looks very similar to you."

"Remember." For some reason, the tears in the corners of my eyes wanted to flow down unconsciously, and I held back: "I remember when I was a child, I went to my father's study to secretly look at my mother's portrait. I felt that my mother was right in front of me, looking at me."

My father often said that he and his mother looked very similar. When he was a child, he always cried and wanted his mother. Over time, he became accustomed to the company of his father and brother.

"My biggest regret is that I gave up your mother to..."

When he heard the emperor talking about his mother, he became extremely excited, coughed non-stop, and shouted: "Your Majesty——"

Hearing a cough, Murong Haochen quickly stepped forward to help: "Father, are you okay?"

Seeing the pool of blood on the ground, she was so frightened that she covered her mouth.

He kept panting: "Come here."

When Murong Haochen helped his father up, his body was so soft that it could fall apart at the slightest touch, and he said feebly: "Both of you, kneel down."

"Let me ask you, do you want to be my daughter-in-law?"

"I..." The sudden question caught her off guard and she didn't know whether she should answer.

On the side, he has been waiting for her answer.

Seeing her nod, he felt relieved.

"Chen'er, I will betroth Ye Yilan to you."
To be continued...