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When he returned to the mansion, Ye Jin woke up to find that he had been locked up.

Mrs Zhao stood outside the door, and spoke with an unwilling expression: "I know you're sad, but you always have to keep looking forward. There are some things that you are unable to accept now. As time passes, you will always be able to accept it. "

"You don't like that person from last time, and we don't force you. The Ye Family can still afford to raise you, but you have to think it through carefully. Are you really going to waste your life for a dead person? "

"You are so smart. You should know that it is meaningless to be obsessed with the past."

The room was silent.

Mrs Zhao stood quietly at the door, finally lowering her head, sighing deeply as she said to Xiao Hong beside her: "Watch your young miss, let her think for herself in the next few days."

Xiao Hong looked troubled.

Ye Jinsu was sitting by the window with her hair down. She looked at the autumn leaves through a crack in the window. Her eyes were filled with white mist, making it hard to tell what she was thinking. After a long while, Ye Jinsu stood up barefooted and knocked on the door.

Lil 'Red opened the door from the outside and looked at Ye Jinsu with an expression of guilt. She knew that Ye Jinsu definitely didn't like being locked up, but she had no other choice.

However, Ye Jinxiu only looked at her and said with a hoarse voice, "I'm hungry. Tell the kitchen to bring the food over."

Xiao Hong was stunned for a moment and then nodded its head in ecstasy, "Okay, what does Miss want to eat, I'll go make it for Miss right now."

Ye Jinxiu didn't say anything and just turned around to close the door.

Xiao Hong specially made a table of Ye Jinsu's favorite dishes and served them all to her. However, Ye Jinxiu's expression was still as indifferent as before, and it was hard to tell that she had much interest in it.

Halfway through their meal, Ye Jinxiu suddenly stopped eating and asked, "Has the emperor sent anyone to look for him?"

Xiao Hong's nose started to ache as she held back her tears and shook her head. Then, with a choked voice, she said, "Miss, let's not think about this anymore."

When Ye Jinsu heard this not unexpected news, she just lowered her eyes quietly for a while.

"Where's Meng Lan?"

"Back to King Ning's Mansion." Xiao Hong said, choked with sobs. Actually, she didn't dare to say anything. Ning Xiaoyao's manor was already starting to turn pale.

Ye Jinxiu suddenly lowered her head and chuckled. Actually, she knew.

"I understand. You can leave now."

Ye Jinsu put down her half-eaten bowl and spoke half-heartedly. Xiao Hong wanted to persuade Ye Jinsu to eat more, but seeing her expression, she could not say anything.

Ye Jinsu didn't cry nor did she make a fuss. She stayed in the house for three whole days.

Three days later, Mrs Zhao came back to look for Ye Jinsu, but she didn't see her.

Mrs Zhao could only stand outside the door and speak to Ye Jinsu through the door, "Listen to me. As time passes, everything will pass."

"Look, these two days have passed."

"Your life is still long, there will still be others who will treat you well."

Ye Jinsu didn't speak, but the room was still silent.

Mrs Zhao sighed, shook her head and left.

Little Red pushed open the door and entered. She saw that Ye Jinsu had taken down the flexible sword that she hadn't left her side for the past two years. The flexible sword was placed in front of the stage, while Ye Jinsu sat there quietly, watching.

Afraid that it would make Ye Jinsu sad again, Xiao Hong reached out to put the sword away, "Miss, let's put this away."

However, before Little Red's hand could touch the sword, Ye Jinxiu had already grabbed it.

She lowered her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Do you think he's dead as well?"

Xiao Hong really wanted to say that she was still alive, but the truth was that two months had passed and there was no news at all.

Even the Emperor had given up. What could he do?

She could only try her best to persuade Ye Jinsu.

Meanwhile, in the palace on the other side, in the pitch-black Cloudwater Temple, the emperor was trembling as he lit a candle. One after another. In the massive Water Cloud Hall, hundreds of candles were lit one after another.

The emperor's hands were covered in a layer of wax, causing his originally pale skin to turn red from the heat.

However, it was as if he didn't feel it at all. He stretched out his hand and rubbed it a few times before sitting down on the ground.

Directly in front of him was a hanging painting. The girl in the painting had beautiful eyes and a willowy figure. The emperor, who was getting older, moved a few steps on the ground and covered the painting with his hand.

His eyes were filled with tears.

"Yun'er …" The pale-faced old man suddenly shouted as hot tears welled up in his eyes.

He straightened up and put his hand on the paper as if he were embracing the man in the painting.

But there was only a thin, fragile piece of paper in his arms.

Frustrated, he sat down again. Leaning his head against the corner of the table, he continued to stroke the person in the painting.

"Yun'er …"

"Yun'er, I'm sorry …"

"Our child, I didn't protect our child well …" The emperor, who had spent his life sitting on the Dragon Throne and had been solemn all his life, was now crying like a child, his entire body trembling like a sieve.

"I'm useless, I'm useless …"

"I can't protect you, and I can't protect our child …"

The silent palace echoed with his cries and murmurs.

Outside the palace, Concubine De stood by the door, expressionlessly listening to the sounds coming from inside.

After a long time, the Concubine De smiled coldly and pushed open the door. "Your majesty, what's the point?"

"You didn't do anything when Yun Fei died. You've already been gone for so long, what else do you have to remember?" Consort De laughed mockingly as he looked at the person sitting on the ground with ice-cold eyes.

"Could it be that he's still thinking about being able to have a couple with Yun Fei in his next life?"

"I'm afraid Yun Fei won't."

The sorrowful emperor widened his eyes. He suddenly stood up from the ground and threw a slap towards Consort De.

"Slut!" What do I need you to say? "

Consort De fell to the ground with a slap, a bright red five-finger mark appearing on her face.

She covered her face, looking even colder at the emperor. "Don't you feel that it's a bit hypocritical?"

"While persecuting his own son, he also pleads guilty here. If you really want him to live, why did you call him? "

The agitated emperor suddenly glared at Consort De, so angry that his entire body trembled.

However, the person in front of him didn't even seem to be afraid of death. He didn't know what to do to vent his anger.

He could only swing his sleeves and yell, "Shut up! "Bitch!"

"When did I ever want him to die!?" He is my favorite child! "

"Yun Fei is also your favorite woman, Your Majesty!" Consort De suddenly roared at him with widened eyes.

"But isn't she still dead?"

Consort De laughed, "In the end, what you like the most is still your throne and power."

The emperor was so angry that his face turned red. He could only point at Consort De and yell, "Shut up! Shut up! I'm also very regretful about that matter. I'm just rushing too late! "I just came too late!"

"We have already avenged Yun'er from behind, we have avenged her!"

"You're right, Yuan'er. We've sent troops to support him and we've sent people to look for him too!"

"Why would I want them dead!"

"You lying bitch! Your words and actions were wrong, disobedient to His Majesty, unworthy of the throne! I'm going to cripple you! Cripple! "

The hysterical shout of the emperor reverberated around the huge palace, seeming to emphasize something.