Every day I just want to hold the fourth master's thigh tightly

Chapter 1739
"Fame, power, wealth, glory..." Every word she uttered was filled with great sorrow, those words seemed to be whimpering from her throat, just listening to them felt desolate.

The hottest things in the world are actually the coldest.

"We don't want any more, okay?"

Her voice was choked up, tears streaming down her face, she could hardly cry: "Those things are so vain... We don't want them anymore... Let's give up everything, even if we are a commoner, even if we have nothing... Okay?"

How about the powerful prince?
So what about the emperor who looks down on everything?

There will be a day when ashes return to ashes and ashes return to ashes...

Yinhu was infected by her emotions for a long time, and finally shed tears silently.

The teardrop that slid down like a thread was the last weakness that this man could no longer restrain when facing his wife.

He opened his mouth, looked at her fragile expression, couldn't speak for a long time, and then said as calmly as possible: "But Yan'er... I have no way out..."

If a year ago, he stopped in time and completely withdrew from the political situation, maybe there was a possibility of change, but now, he really has no way out.

What's more, his actions are so complicated, even if he is given a chance to go back to a year ago, he will have a very difficult time retreating. He may not be able to retreat completely, at least he will have to bear the pain of cramps.

Now it's even more...he can't even retreat even if he wants to.

He has been cornered.

Behind is the cliff of ten thousand feet, and there is no way to retreat.

His life and death are all decided by the person above.

But he could only be forced to stand sluggishly on the edge of the cliff, motionless, with few movements, it was he himself who put himself into the abyss.

At this moment... His only action——the action towards Ming Yan, his most cherished wife in this life, was a risky action to put himself to death.

Anyway, it's all about death.

Even if he dies, he will die before her.

In this way, she is still his wife, the woman he loves Xinjueluo Yinhu!

Generation after generation, generation after generation...she will be engraved next to his tombstone forever, never to be erased.

It will be worshiped and worshiped by generations, descendants and grandchildren.

This is what he desires most in his heart.

Even if it is death, he is willing to rest in peace.

……

Eighth Master didn't accept the imperial decree, even if the housekeeper took it and handed it to him respectfully, he still didn't touch it.

That thing was like a golden dagger, it was his father's most powerful stab. He just looked at it lightly, and felt that he was covered in blood and cuts and bruises all over his body.

……

No one can refute Mingyan's stubbornness, the conversation between the two ended without a problem, and Ba Ye finally decided to use coercive means.

Did the emperor ask him to submit it quickly and did not leave the book, some... It was the last extremely careful escort he arranged for his wife in the dark night.

Mingyan was fed the misty soup by the eighth master himself, leaned in the comfortably decorated carriage, and drove southward at a fast speed.

Walking together, there are also most of the elites in Baye Mansion.

All unnecessary personnel were dismissed by the old housekeeper before the carriage left.

Now the whole huge Eighth Master's Mansion is empty, only Eighth Master is left.

……

"Fate will come and go, and it will eventually disperse, and flowers will return to dust when they bloom and fail."

The bleak wind whipped up the yellow flowers all over the ground, the proud young man in high spirits was standing empty and sad with his hands behind his back.

(End of this chapter)