After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Emperor Linghui's hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as it pressed down on her shoulders.

Wen Chu could no longer bear such pain. She cried out loud but still forced a smile. Her smiling face and tearful eyes flickered among the tears of Emperor Linghui.

She dropped her hands to her sides, and did not respond to the Emperor Linghui's approach. She only smiled and said, "A lot of people died that year, including my mother, Defu Demeng, and Li Zhaoxi. I am not Li Zhaoxi now. My name is Wen Chu. It was Father Wen who took me home. He was really good. He didn't have much money, but he still took me with him. You know, he treated me really well, so my name is Wen Chu, not Li Zhaoxi."

She said her name was Wen Chu, not Li Zhaoxi.

She didn't recognize Li Zhaoxi, nor did she recognize him.

Wen Chu kept saying over and over again that she was not Li Zhaoxi, as if this was too difficult for her to endure.

The bells outside the palace rang wildly again and again. The sound coincided with the sound she heard when she was a child sitting on Emperor Linghui's lap.

She said she was Wen Chu, she said she was not Li Zhaoxi
She didn't recognize him, she really didn't recognize him!

Both of them were crying inconsolably, their faces were covered with tears.

Emperor Linghui just stared at her. No matter how the tears blurred his eyes again and again, he wiped away his tears stubbornly like a child. He just wanted to see her and to engrave her thoroughly in his eyes.

The tears made the ointment on his face look unrecognizable. He came to see his daughter with all his heart, but at this moment he still looked ugly.

He knew that even if Li Zhaoxi was still alive, what could he do? Should he let her come back to be a princess again? But with internal and external troubles, he could hardly protect himself and he didn't have many more years to live. He was afraid that if he died, she would be killed again.

He didn't even dare to acknowledge her.

And she was not willing to be the princess of Lao Shezi at all. That was a shackle on her and a scar on her body.

It is also proof that she was once abandoned.

Emperor Linghui looked at her like this for a long, long time, until he couldn't look at her any longer. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and turned his gaze away from her face.

He said in a sad voice: "Yes, you are not, I made a mistake, you are not her. She is dead, and there is no Princess Huaihe Li Zhaoxi in this world!"

He suddenly had another fit of madness, yelling and screaming, and started smashing things in the hall. He smashed a vase on one side, kicked an incense burner on the other side, and the incense burner hit the ground with a loud noise. Finally, he ran to the table and vigorously brushed away the objects on it.
He threw things and shouted, "He's dead! He's dead! No matter how similar he is, he's not Xiaoxi, where is my Xiaoxi?"

Fang Xiuben was still waiting outside for the movement inside. He was thinking, if Li Zhaoxi was really found, what should they do next? But before he could think of what to do, he heard the sound of Emperor Linghui throwing and smashing things from inside.

Fang Xiu hurried in with the eunuchs. He had already gone up to comfort Emperor Linghui, trying to get someone to hold down the crazy Emperor Linghui and tell him to calm down. The eunuchs didn't dare to do anything, so Fang Xiu went forward himself to hold them down, but was accidentally slapped by Emperor Linghui during the argument.

The old face turned red instantly after being hit.

As soon as Song Yusheng entered the palace, he saw Wen Chu hiding in the corner and crying. He ignored the crazy Emperor Linghui, walked up to Wen Chu, and wiped away the tears from her face.

The cold touch of his fingertips made Wen Chu's body tremble uncontrollably. She heard him say, "Don't cry, let's go."

Wen Chu didn't know how to continue to deal with himself here. After hearing what Song Yusheng said, he just nodded and left with him.

Before leaving, for some unknown reason, Wen Chu looked back.

The father and daughter's eyes met. The emperor, who was originally crazy, became infinitely clear-headed at this moment, but his old eyes were full of reluctance.

Wen Chu withdrew his gaze and finally left the hall.

Emperor Linghui's body had long been dying, like a spent bow. After a moment of intense emotion, he looked at Wen Chu's departing back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Blood drops fell like thousands of blood flowers, scattered like stars on the mess in front of them.

Emperor Linghui had vomited blood over the years, but it had never been as serious as today. It was so serious that Fang Xiu thought it was time to issue a will.

Although Fang Xiu felt that Emperor Linghui would be troublesome if he were alive, the Crown Prince was now the eldest son. If Emperor Linghui wanted to die, he should not die now. Otherwise, it would be legitimate for the Crown Prince to ascend the throne.

He wanted to call the imperial physician immediately, but was stopped by Emperor Linghui.

Emperor Linghui knew that even if he died, he would not die so quickly.

He just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and fell into the dragon chair. His body could not bear such intense emotional fluctuations. Emperor Linghui had no strength to toss and turn. He fell into the chair, crying and laughing. Blood and tears flowed from his cloudy eyes. He looked like a madman and laughed loudly: "If I kneel to the Jade Emperor first, I will never be in the mortal world again!"

If I could kneel before the Jade Emperor, I would definitely ask him to allow me to come to this world again in the next life.

Throughout his life, he was respected as the ruler of the world, but he was destitute and miserable, timid and cowardly, and everything he had was in vain.

Even if the person you have been thinking about day and night is standing in front of you, you still have to act crazy and stupid and not recognize him or her.

Emperor Linghui no longer hopes for anything but
He will never be in the secular world.

*
Wen Chu was taken out of the palace by Song Yusheng. She didn't dare to cry anymore. Today was the emperor's birthday and there were many people watching. She was afraid that someone who shouldn't be watching would come and see.

Wen Chu was dressed as a maid today and followed Song Yusheng, so everyone thought she was just his personal maid.

Her eyes were red from crying, but the tears stopped flowing and her shoulders couldn't help twitching. She followed behind Song Yusheng with her head lowered, trying not to think about her father whom she had just met.

Song Yusheng suddenly stopped, and Wen Chu was caught off guard and almost bumped into him. Fortunately, Song Yusheng reacted in time, turned around and grabbed her shoulders to stop her from moving forward.

He still remembered that the last time Wen Chu was in the palace, he bumped into his back like this, and then had a nosebleed. Wen Chu still didn't learn his lesson this time, and still walked with his head down, but Song Yusheng always remembered it.

Song Yusheng lowered his head and saw Wen Chu also looking up at him, with a hint of doubt in his red eyes.

"You don't have to be afraid of being embarrassed, just cry if you want to." Song Yusheng had a thousand things to say, but at this moment, seeing Wen Chu like this, after a long while, he could only hold back these words.

She had too many things to be sad about, and she longed to see her father again, but in the end, the two of them still ended up like this. Emperor Linghui was afraid that he could no longer protect Wen Chu, but Wen Chu was afraid that she would be abandoned again.

Wen Chu tried not to cry, but still said with red eyes: "I don't blame him, he is really, very pitiful, he is pitiful, my mother is pitiful, and my living brother is pitiful. I don't hate them for abandoning me, because, if I can choose, no one wants to end up in such a situation."

This was the first time she spoke to Song Yusheng in a nice way since they had a falling out, but these words hurt his heart.

Tears still fell from her eyes uncontrollably, and she cried, "But, Song Yusheng, you know, there are no such choices in this world, and I dare not let others choose me anymore. Now it's good enough."

She was afraid of being abandoned again, so she simply didn't give others the chance to abandon her.

This is why she has always been unwilling to recognize them.

The wind in her childhood was too cold and harsh. She escaped from the palace alone and became an exile in the city. She ate what others didn't want and lived under a bridge. When she was sad and desperate, she always thought of,
She was abandoned.

Abandoned child, she is an abandoned child.

Li Zhaoxi, Xiaoxi, she still doesn't deserve such a good name.

Song Yusheng stood in front of her, feeling at a loss. What should he do? He didn't know what to do. He could only wipe the tears from her face again and again and force a smile on his face. His heart was in a mess, but he was still pretending to be calm.

He could say nothing to comfort her because he did not understand her.
Song Yusheng was a cold-hearted person, or maybe it was because his childhood was not as smooth as Wen Chu's. Before the age of seven, he could not speak and was looked down upon by his clansmen. Even his mother went from being kind to him at the beginning to being extremely disappointed later. He was not as good as Wen Chu. If Wen Chu was abandoned by her relatives, there was nothing he could do. But he was really and firmly asked his clansmen to drive him out of the house.

He thought, if he was afraid of being abandoned, why not make himself the one who abandons others, or make himself strong enough that no one can abandon him.

In his eyes, these things were easy to deal with. He could either kill them to avenge his past or never see them again. However, Wen Chu was reluctant to leave them, yet was afraid. To him, this was really a dilemma.

He is always perceptive about other things, but when it comes to matters like feelings, he is really too cold and dull to be able to open up to others and put himself in their shoes to try to understand the unspeakable secrets.

But he knew that he was not good enough, and he could not compare with her.

Song Yusheng didn't want her to cry so sadly, so he said, "What happened back then will never happen again. The past is over, and there will never be another Prince Li in the world."

What he wants to say is that you don't have to be afraid and worried anymore.

But he knew that these words were too pale and powerless.

He could always handle other things perfectly, but when Wen Chu was crying so sadly in front of her, he always felt that it was not right to say this or that.

He never thought that there was nothing wrong with being indifferent, but as proud as Song Yusheng was, he would always feel disgusted with himself for being so slow again and again.

It seems that he is really unable to do things that make others happy.

If it was Qi Ziyuan, he could always make her smile.

Song Yusheng forced a smile, as if he wanted to tell himself that it was nothing, they could always be together. If she didn't want to see them, that was fine.

He only has her, and she only has him.

The two of them were walking on the road. Wen Chu cried for a while and then stopped crying. He kept his head down all the way and no one could notice anything wrong.

*
On the other side, Song Yusheng brought Wen Chu to see the news of Emperor Linghui, and what happened in the Qianqing Palace later naturally reached the ears of the Crown Prince.

After hearing the news, Li Weiyan had already put on the crown and robes of the crown prince.

He was wearing clothes that symbolized power, which finally made his gentle face reveal a bit of sharpness. Perhaps because of Empress Xiaoyi, Li Weiyan was very similar to her. Although he was in a high position, he was gentle in every move.

After hearing the news from the eunuch, he smiled helplessly and said, "What does she want to do? She has already met the emperor, but why does she still refuse to acknowledge him? She is so stubborn, I don't know who she takes after."

Maybe he took after his father? The same stubbornness.

Wen Chu felt bad, but Li Weiyan also felt tortured.

She came back, and she came back again, and what should he do?

She seemed reluctant to acknowledge him, and he didn't know how to face her.

What happened back then was her nightmare, and also Li Weiyan’s nightmare.

He clenched his fingers so tightly that his fingertips almost turned white. After a long while, he laughed, but this laugh was filled with unspeakable sadness. "Forget it, let's take it one step at a time and see how it goes."

*
The emperor's birthday was held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Emperor Linghui had been exhausted since he vomited blood, and he missed the morning sacrificial ceremony. When people saw that he had not shown up on time, they were no longer surprised.

Because Song Yusheng brought Wen Chu into the palace first, after meeting Emperor Linghui, they had to go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to meet with the Song family. It was a grand sacrificial ceremony, and most of the attendees were court officials and ladies, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter. Song Yusheng could only let Wen Chu wait outside and let Xia Hua watch over them outside.

The ceremony was complicated, and it was already noon when it ended. As the emperor did not show up, the ministers below were full of complaints, and they even made up some good and bad things behind the emperor's back. However, since they were only in the palace, they did not dare to say anything exaggerated, and they only dared to gather together in private to talk about it.

Emperor Linghui did not appear at the ceremony, and the Crown Prince could only take his place temporarily. Empress Xiaoyi, who had caught a cold recently and had been bedridden, finally died. As the mother of a country, she also showed up at the ceremony, but perhaps because of her poor health, she could not hold on for long and withdrew. In the end, the one who held on to the end was actually the oldest Empress Dowager.

Everyone in the palace was busy with matters for about half a day, and finally it was time for the dinner.

The emperor and his ministers sat together in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. After hiding for a day, Emperor Linghui finally showed up at the dinner. At this moment, the Hall of Supreme Harmony was ablaze with lights, singing and dancing. Emperor Linghui and Empress Xiaoyi sat on either side of the Empress Dowager.

The seats were arranged by coincidence, the seats of several princes and princesses were connected, and perhaps because they were both from the Song and Qi families, their family backgrounds and factions were similar, so they were arranged together. Moreover, because Madam Qi and Madam Song had the intention of getting married, they had some contacts, so the two families were even closer. Just before the banquet started, the two ladies talked to each other, and they didn't stop talking. Later, they finally stopped because the banquet started.

The maids and servants were all waiting outside, and Wen Chu was naturally not among them.

The sound of silk thread and bamboo flute was incessant in the hall, and could be heard clearly even from outside. Wen Chu remembered that in the past, when Emperor Linghui celebrated his birthday, he always liked to let her sit beside him at such banquets. Before she was seven years old, she sat in his arms, and after she was seven years old, she sat between Emperor Linghui and Empress Xiaoyi.

At that time, Emperor Linghui poured all his love on her without hiding it. Even though he didn't have much ability, he still protected them to the best of his ability. He let Li Zhaoxi sit with him on her birthday and let him and himself enjoy the congratulations of the ministers. Even if the world despised them and disliked them, so what? Emperor Linghui was so stubborn to oppose them.

They always wanted to make Emperor Linghui unhappy. No matter what he did, they could not be satisfied. Later, after the death of Grand Tutor Wen Lilian, Emperor Linghui finally understood that since nothing could satisfy them, it meant that they could do anything.

Wen Chu waited outside like this, with his head down and fiddling with his fingers, listening to the sounds coming from inside, estimating how long it would take to end.

Outside the palace, besides some maids, there were also two young men and women dressed as Taoists. They looked young, but they were the Taoists from Chaotian Temple. Their master, Taoist Qingxu, was the alchemist favored by Emperor Linghui. He was quite knowledgeable in alchemy, and it was because of this that he was valued by Emperor Linghui and kept in the palace. He was even given an official position in the Imperial Observatory, and he lived a very comfortable life in the palace.

As a result, Taoist Qingxu was also present at the palace banquet today. The two young men and women were Qingxu's former disciples at Chaotian Temple. After he came to the Forbidden City in Kyoto, the two had always been by his side.

The woman's name was Su Lin and the man's name was Du Ren. According to seniority, they were brothers.

Su Lin muttered quietly, "Brother, why do we have to stand outside every time? Master always says how he gets face in front of the emperor, but since that's the case, we are Master's disciples, why can't we go in and enjoy the banquet with him?"

Upon hearing this, Du Ren turned sideways and tapped her forehead. Although he looked disgusted with the question she asked, he still whispered to her, "Don't worry about it. I just asked you to stand for a while, but you couldn't stand it. It was you who insisted on coming to Kyoto in the first place. Besides, it's always right to follow the master. There are so many sects in the Taoist temple, and isn't our alchemy sect the only one that has a bright future?"

The sound of the piano in the hall grew louder and louder, mixed with their voices and gave Wen Chu a headache.
Just when her mind was in a mess, a sharp shout was heard from the hall.

"Oh no! Oh no! There's an assassin!"

With the sound of a broken zither string as the ending, a sudden noisy sound broke out in the hall.

When Wen Chu heard this, her mind went blank and she ran straight into the hall. Her speed was so fast that Xia Hua, who had been watching her secretly, had not yet reacted before she saw her running into the hall. Xia Hua thought to herself that something was wrong and when she wanted to chase her, she was trapped by the noisy crowd around her.

He didn't know what Wen Chu was thinking. Instead of staying away from the hall, he went into the hall to do something. Wasn't that just causing trouble?

But he was sweating profusely from being squeezed by the crowd, and no matter how he squeezed, it was useless. He could only watch her enter the hall helplessly.

Wen Chu didn't know why she wanted to enter the palace, but she had a hunch that today's assassins were either targeting the crown prince or the emperor. After all, the factional struggles were so serious now, and as long as the crown prince died, everything would be solved. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it was not impossible to force the emperor to abdicate.

The hall was already in chaos. There were many people present at the banquet today, including many ladies and young ladies. At this moment, there were screams and cries one after another. Wen Chu looked up and saw that Emperor Linghui, who was in a high position, was still safe and sound, so he knew that the killers were not targeting him.

Just now, those dancers took advantage of the dance and suddenly attacked and went straight to the Crown Prince.

Song Yusheng also saw the sudden assassin and his brows jumped. He wanted to get up and go out to look for the person, but was grabbed by Madam Song's sleeve. He looked at Madam Song and saw that she was so scared that her face turned pale. He resisted the urge to brush her hand away and sat there to protect their safety.

He told himself that Wen Chu was outside and nothing would happen, and Xia Hua was still by her side, so nothing would happen.

But even thinking this, his brows were tightly furrowed, unable to relax at all. What if, what if something happened?

Just as he was thinking this, he actually saw Wen Chu taking advantage of the chaos to break into the hall.

He stood up suddenly, no longer caring about his mother, and said, "Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you. Wait here for me."

Mrs. Song had never experienced such a scene before. She refused to let go after hearing this. "No, no, you stay. Mother is scared!"

When Song Yusheng saw Wen Chu walking towards Li Weiyan, he felt a mouthful of blood welling up in his throat.

Is she stupid? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that all these assassins are going after the Crown Prince today, but she is still trying to get closer to him.

Song Yusheng wanted her to stay away from him, to stay as far away from him as possible, but the more anxious he became, the more his words became blocked.

Song Yusheng could no longer care about his mother beside him. He lowered his head and wanted to tear off the sleeves she was holding.

But something unexpected happened at this time.

All that was heard was the sound of a crossbow arrow piercing the air. An assassin took out a crossbow and shot it straight towards Li Weiyan, but the arrow did not hit Li Weiyan, and the pain that he had imagined did not occur.

Because Wen Chu stood in front of him.

The arrow pierced Wen Chu's flesh, and Li Weiyan saw that his imperial sister stood in front of him, just like she had saved him and stood in front of him in the De Ming Palace.

The surroundings seemed to be in chaos, but Li Weiyan felt that the world seemed to have fallen into a dead silence. He heard bursts of roars in his ears, and the world began to collapse.

Why, why?

A mouthful of blood spurted on his face, bringing him back to reality.

Wen Chu was hit by an arrow on the shoulder, and blood spurted out of her throat instantly, but at this moment, she seemed not to feel the pain.

All the resentment and pain seemed to be relieved at this moment.

How could she hate them? If it were her, she would still stand in front of him without hesitation if it happened again.

She forced a smile towards Li Weiyan, "Royal brother. Long time no see."

Li Weiyan just stood there in a daze for a moment, memories of the past popping into his mind at an inopportune time.

"Brother, I learned a lot of words today."

"Brother, my mother asked me to ask you to go to Deming Palace to eat cakes."

"Brother, look, Xiao Hei has gained weight again."

"Brother, when will Qi Ziyuan come? I have been waiting for him for a long time."

At this moment, Li Weiyan actually turned around and looked at Emperor Linghui, and saw that his face was full of anger.

The childish voice in his mind was replaced, and he remembered the day when his father slapped him and asked him, "Why wasn't you the one who died?"

Li Weiyan's memory was broken, and he saw Song Yusheng almost reaching him, wanting to pick up the injured Wen Chu.

Li Weiyan had completely come back to his senses. He took a step ahead of Song Yusheng and picked up the injured person.

The assassins around him had been captured by the imperial guards, and everyone was in a state of shock and was taken away. However, seeing that the crown prince was not injured, everyone had different opinions.

Song Yusheng tried his best to control the chaotic thoughts in his mind. His voice was shaking uncontrollably. He said, "She is mine. Give her to me."

Li Weiyan, who was usually gentle, finally showed some toughness at this moment. He said: "She stood in front of me, and I saved her. Song Qian'an, you can't take her away."

After saying that, someone called the imperial physician, and Li Weiyan turned around and took her away.

Song Yusheng wanted to argue for something else, but he saw Wen Chu's hand tightly grasping Li Weiyan's sleeve.

He couldn't and shouldn't take her away again.

The blood on her body stung his eyes, and there were traces of her blood on the ground. The emperor and empress also followed Li Weiyan and left the place together.

The huge palace suddenly became empty, with only Song Yusheng standing in the palace. Song Yusheng had a severe headache and felt weak all over. Song Yusheng watched Wen Chu being taken away by them, and he felt that he would lose her forever.

Perhaps he could forcefully keep the person by his side again, just like he stubbornly hid the dog's body by his side. In this way, it would seem that nothing would change, as long as he had the person by his side, that would be enough.

However, Wen Chu was seriously injured today, and Song Yusheng suddenly realized that this was not possible. He could not do this to her.

But he also understood that if he didn't force her to stay with him, she would leave him without hesitation.

This situation seems to have reached a dead end.

Song Yusheng had a severe headache and didn't know what to do. He was confused and panic-stricken for a while and couldn't find a way out.

The ringing of palace bells outside the hall was incessant, and the hall was in a mess. Seeing that they had lost the initiative, the assassins had all committed suicide by taking poison, and nothing could be found out.

At present, some palace maids were sweeping the ground and counting the bodies, while others were dealing with them.

They could see that the first son of Dazhao looked as if his soul had been taken away by someone, and his heartless eyes were actually red.

Even though they were curious in their hearts, they dared not look any further. They just looked at the nose with their eyes and their noses with their hearts, pretending not to see it.

Xia Hua entered the hall and saw the blood on the ground. Seeing Song Yusheng's expression, he could quickly guess what was going on. He knelt in front of Song Yusheng and bowed his head, saying, "Master, I am guilty and deserve death."

Song Yusheng lowered his eyes and looked at him, but finally said nothing more.

He turned and went to where Wen Chu was taken away.

Today's dinner was held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and Wen Chu was temporarily placed in a side hall of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The imperial physician had already arrived. Only Empress Xiaoyi was waiting inside the palace, while the rest were waiting outside. When Song Yusheng arrived here, Emperor Linghui had already fainted due to exhaustion and was sent back to the Qianqing Palace. In addition to the Crown Prince, the Crown Princess and Qi Ziyuan were also waiting here.

The Crown Princess was sitting on the side comforting the Crown Prince, and when Qi Ziyuan saw Song Yusheng coming, he stood up angrily. He walked forward and pushed Song Yusheng, who did not fight back. Qi Ziyuan scolded, "What are you doing here? Do you still want to take her back to be your concubine after this? You are a magnanimous person. She is like this, can't you let her go!"

Song Yusheng locked her up, and kept her like a forbidden delicacy.

When Qi Ziyuan thought of Wen Chu's suffering, he was so angry that he trembled. How could she be so unlucky? Why did she have to endure all the suffering in the world, and now she was in such a state where her life and death were unknown.

Li Weiyan only knew that Wen Chu was a maidservant beside Song Yusheng, but he didn't know about the forbidden food. He seemed to be incredulous that Song Yusheng could do such a thing. He pointed at Song Yusheng and asked, "Did you really treat her like this?"

His fingers seemed to tremble with excitement.

Crown Princess Hu Yunlian stroked his back and called out, "Your Highness, don't do this. It's harmful to your health."

Song Yusheng had a terrible headache, as if he was being bitten by a thousand poisonous insects. What could he say in defense? It was him who trapped her by his side, it was him who locked her up with chains, and it was him who forced her to do so even though he knew she was unwilling.

He did all these things. What right does he have to defend himself? What is there to defend himself?

He was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to argue with Qi Ziyuan. He said, "I'm not taking her away. I just want to see her."

Qi Ziyuan refused, "Fuck you, you're still looking at her, she doesn't want to look at you."

Song Yusheng raised his eyes and looked at him, with a cold look in his eyes.

The hall fell into a dead silence for a moment. Everyone was startled by Song Yusheng's bloodthirsty eyes, but Qi Ziyuan still refused to let him go. He sneered and said, "Brilliant and brave, unparalleled prince, don't you know that the person she least wants to see is you? Am I wrong? You are so smart, why can't you understand this?"

In the side hall, palace maids brought out basin after basin of blood, which was horrifying to look at.

Qi Ziyuan's words were too heartbreaking. Song Yusheng's face turned pale. Finally, he just said, "As long as she is okay, I will leave."

Song Yusheng stopped arguing, but he just wanted to know that she was still alive and well.

Qi Ziyuan wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Li Weiyan. He agreed with Song Yusheng and said, "Okay, when she is fine, you can leave."

Several people stayed here until almost dawn, when the intermittent noise inside stopped. The imperial physician came out, and his face was not bad. Several people looked at him, and he said, "Fortunately, the arrow pierced her shoulder blade, which is a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, I'm afraid she wouldn't survive. Now that she's like this, she should rest for a while, and she will get better."

When everyone present heard this, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Yusheng did what he said and really did not stay here any longer. He got up and left.

The morning breeze brought a sense of loneliness. He was wearing a crimson official uniform and walking alone in the huge palace. The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and his tall and straight figure seemed to be bent. They came together, but when they left, he was left alone.

He smiled, but a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

He still lost her. He was really useless. In the end, he couldn't protect anything.

He had been working hard for half his life, but now he realized that some things could not be obtained no matter how hard he tried. His pride seemed to be crushed today, and at this moment, he became the most despicable person in the world.

He suddenly thought that it would not be bad if he was dull all his life. Since he was seven years old, he had understood the world and seemed to have broken through the shackles of worldly life. But in the end, after going around in circles, he found that he had been trapped in the moral principles of human relations and could not be freed. He was still hoping to find the light he had lost.

Although he survived, he seemed to have been deprived of the ability to love.

He kept her by his side, not because he loved her, but because he was stubbornly seeking something. If he loved her, he wouldn't treat her like this. His kindness to her seemed like alms, as if he was asking for her return as a matter of course. Just like, if he married her, she should be grateful.

But, it was obvious that he loved her, how could he do this? He should be the one begging for alms, and she should be the goddess who gave alms.

It turned out that he had messed up everything from the very beginning.

Look at what he has done. He has pushed her farther and farther away with his own hands. He has pushed her away from his side with his own hands.

Song Yusheng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and laughed again and again, as if he was seven years old, when he was beaten to the point of barely surviving, but was still laughing foolishly.

The sun rose in the sky, but his light was gone.

The relationship between relatives is shallow, and there is no destiny.
It’s bitter, really bitter.

*
When Song Yusheng returned home, he quickly calmed down and there was no trace of the pain he had just felt on his face.

His face was cold, and apart from being a little tired, he looked no different from usual. It was as if nothing had happened, and he quickly returned to being the cold-blooded Dali Temple Minister he usually was.

After returning to the Song family, he was called by Song Lin to Chengde Hall.

In Chengde Hall, besides Song Lin, even Madam Song and Song Liqing were there, and it seemed as if they had been waiting for him all night.

Mrs. Song saw that he had finally returned and asked, "Why did you stay in the palace for the entire night? Now that the assassin issue has been resolved, why didn't you just come back?"

Madam Song had just finished asking when she heard Song Lin's unfriendly tone, "Are you doing this for that woman? I've heard your sister tell you what you did. Who is she? Why did you go to help the crown prince block the arrow today? What do you want with her?"

Song Yusheng looked in the direction of Song Liqing, only to see that she had her head down, not even daring to look up.

"Look at what your sister is doing! I don't care what you do. After all, you are old enough, and it is normal for you to have someone in your room. But, let me ask you, is that person Huai He, the daughter of the evil concubine, Li Zhaoxi?!"

Madam Song's words were kind, but Song Lin's were completely harsh questions.

The peaceful appearance was about to be torn apart. Song Yusheng did not refute, but just asked: "So what?"

Hearing this, Song Lin cursed, "What does it matter? Do you know who she is? The daughter of Concubine De, the evil concubine who brought disaster to the country, what relationship do you have with them? My Song family is a clean family, and you are mixed up with these people who are not innocent. What good can you get!"

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." They have a bad reputation and are not clean, so one should not get involved with them. But what did they do wrong? Just because they were favored by Emperor Linghui, they were accused of misconduct.

Song Yusheng's eyes showed a rare look of confusion, and he asked, "They are not innocent? Why are they not innocent? And what is the innocence that father mentioned?"

Song Yusheng's series of "innocence" seemed like a direct question.

When Song Lin heard what Song Yusheng said, his eyelids twitched with anger. He said sternly, "She has bad morals and bad conduct. How could an innocent person induce the emperor to do such a thing? Throughout history, she is like Baosi and Daji, who harmed the emperor and his ministers and poisoned the people. All the people in the world were killed by her! In ancient times, Duke Zhuang of Zheng said that those who do too much evil will eventually die. In the end, none of these people will have a good ending!"

"So, father thought that only the Song family..." Song Yusheng paused, then laughed disdainfully, and then said: "Only families with integrity can have a good ending, right?"

The innocence that Song Lin talked about was as dirty as he was.

Song Yusheng had a sarcastic smile on his face. "De Fei was at best a weak woman, but because of the emperor's favor, she was hung on the pillar of shame. De Fei was judged, the emperor was judged, and everyone who could be judged was judged. In the end, you, all of you, are all upright and have nothing to do with it. My father has never seen corrupt officials, and he has never seen those who indulged in luxury. Now you are still ridiculously talking about the word "innocence". Is it interesting?"

The Song family is a filthy place, all show and no substance.

Everyone looked at Song Yusheng with a bit of disbelief in their eyes, as if they had never expected him to say such words today. However, everything about him was the same as before, with a gentle smile on his face and the same clothes on. The only difference was that what he said completely tore off the fig leaf covering the Song family.

The ridiculous innocence they talk about has always been centered around family interests. They rigidly abide by the so-called clan rules, follow the etiquette of Confucius and Mencius, and finally, with the etiquette of a gentleman, cover themselves with a luxurious golden veil to thoroughly demonstrate their uniqueness.

But now, Song Yusheng actually wanted to tear off their golden gauze and knock their clothes askew.

Song Lin suddenly stood up angrily. He walked towards Song Yusheng, unable to hide the anger between his eyebrows. He said, "Song Yusheng! Who taught you to say these words? How have you got the meaning of respecting teachers and honoring virtues wrong? I always thought you knew what was going on. He Hong came to me a few days ago and asked me to persuade you not to get involved in the matter of those corpses. I thought you are an adult now, and as long as you don't go too far, I will let you do whatever you want. And you, how did you talk to me today!"

Song Lin was born with a dignified appearance, and he was even more intimidating when he was angry. Song Liqing was trembling with fear beside him.

Song Lin said sternly, "You asked me what innocence is. I will explain it to you today. The innocence of the Song family is in the Song family's tomb and in the Song family's ancestral hall! In the dead relatives, brothers and sisters, helping each other. It has been like this for hundreds of years. Every generation of family heads has made the efforts of every generation of family heads. You want to go against the tradition now that you have achieved something? You are dreaming!"

Song Yusheng laughed even harder, and even laughed out loud. He hadn't closed his eyes all night, and they were already bloodshot and very dry. He rubbed his eyes and said with a smile, "Heretical, so you call this heresy, what heresy am I leaving behind, and what doctrine am I rebelling against?"

His thin voice was filled with doubt, and he said, "The decline of a family is always due to the arrogance and laziness of its descendants; the corruption of customs is often caused by the extravagance and debauchery of the rich. Father, do you think that this rotten world does not need to be taken care of? Anyway, it is not your fault, so you don't need to take care of it? Qi'an still can't understand, he can't understand."

"I can't understand how people can be so shameless."

He saw the Confucian motto hanging in the center of the hall. The couplet was neatly written, and the words were, "The gentleman is harmonious but different, while the villain is the same but not harmonious."

After Song Yusheng found out the truth about the Taifu's corruption case, he realized that his grandfather and his father were not gentlemen but villains.

They had never directly participated in the He Party's framing of the Grand Tutor, but it was precisely his grandfather's inaction that told everyone that he did not support the new policy. People in the court were used to changing their stance according to the situation, and since the Prime Minister had such an attitude, they would naturally follow suit and step on the Grand Tutor. It would be fine if Prime Minister Song did not want to go against the He family, but when the Grand Tutor and his people were implementing the new policy, he still secretly stabbed them in the back.

Song Yusheng was sixteen years old at the time. He found out that the corruption of Grand Tutor Wen Lilian was framed, and his grandfather was even the manipulator behind it. He went to his grandfather with the idea of ​​revenge that day. Song Yusheng ridiculed Prime Minister Wen for claiming to be righteous, but in the end he was just a villain who stabbed him in the back.

Song Yusheng still clearly remembered that day when he asked his grandfather with a smile, "Grandfather, the tenth rule of the clan rules is about being honest, but grandfather is so inconsistent. On the surface, he is on good terms with the Grand Tutor, but he stabs me in the back like this. Is he honest?"

Song Yusheng's questioning resulted in thirty lashes, and he was punished to kneel before the ancestors of the Song family for a whole night.

They did all these things, but still claimed to be innocent. Who in the world is not more innocent than them?

His headache still didn't go away. He turned around and wanted to leave, but Song Lin stopped him. He said, "Listen to me, cut off all contact with her from now on. No matter whether she will go back to be Princess Huaihe or not, she has nothing to do with you, Song Yusheng!"

Song Yusheng paused but did not turn around. He laughed, "Father, have you forgotten that you killed me? It is not up to you to decide whether we have any connection or not."

Of course, he no longer has the final say.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that something was wrong with Song Yusheng's condition. It was unexpected that such a powerful man could fall into such a situation.

Nothing could destroy him, but that night, he seemed like a different person. He never liked to say these words before, because these words meant just that, if he wanted to do something, he would just do it, and no one could stop him, but he seemed to realize that he couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't do it.

His laughter actually sounded a bit lonely. No one had ever seen Song Yusheng like this before. The word "lonely" had nothing to do with him. Everyone in the world would be like this, but Song Yusheng shouldn't be like this.

He suddenly felt a little confused. What was the purpose of his life in the past twenty years? Before the age of seven, he grew up under everyone's expectations. He was indeed precocious, but he could not speak. He clearly understood what his father, mother and clan members looked at him with. After the age of seven, the incident made Song Yusheng no longer willing to trust anyone. Everything was just a compromise for him. He didn't have to do anything. All he had to do was make himself as powerful as a god.

He has almost lost the emotions of an ordinary human being. He sees mountains as mountains, water as water, and all living beings as just living beings.

But one day Wen Chu appeared.

She is not the mountains and rivers, nor is she any living being.
She is her, the bright sunshine, the gentle spring breeze, and the most splendid thing in the world.

He himself didn't understand why he was so persistent and why he had to have her.

But not everything in this world can be explained clearly. If the word "love" can be explained clearly, then why does the phrase "love is hard to suppress" come into being?

(End of this chapter)