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Lu Yao's name was really useful. She led me to the door and said, "I, Lu Yao, am sending someone out of the palace to buy some food."

His somewhat arrogant attitude, however, made the gatekeepers to be extremely respectful.

She lowered her head and whispered into my ear, "You see, your status as a Feudal Lord is just right for that. Hurry and go."

He smiled at her gratefully and left the palace with his head bowed. Even the gatekeeper didn't question me for my name, since Luyao is a vassal, but he is also a good friend.

A favorable impression of someone was not because of her identity, but because of her character.

After buying some incense sticks and offerings, the white paper on top of the new grave started to corrode and become damaged. Grass started to appear on the grave as well, and I pulled it clean before lighting a candle and quietly looking at the place where Mother and Father were buried together.

Here, they must like it very much. It's very far from the hubbub here, and there's a breeze coming from the clear water here.

This time, I will not cry, time will take away the pain. Mom would not want to see me cry, quietly accompanying my parents, watching the incense burning away before dusting off the dust on my body.

When he turned around and walked down the slope, his tears couldn't help but roll down his face.

I thought I would be strong. I thought I wouldn't cry after so long. It turns out I'm still so weak.

Under the sunlight, the iron lock was so lonely. There were a few dates hanging in front of the door, gently biting down on them. The sour taste overflowed in his mouth. Since when did the sweet dates change too?

After opening the door and entering, it was completely silent. The wind blew in, causing some dust to fly into the air.

It had once been my happiest and happiest home, but now it frightened me, and the empty house seemed to echo with voices.

"Zhiqiu, bring the egg over." Zhi Qiu, don't read too many books. You're just like your father, a bookworm. "

The distant past and the present seemed to be together. I hurriedly closed the door, locking my surging heart outside.

The millet in the fields was white and green, and it would not be long before I could see the golden color, and perhaps by then I would not be afraid of my family.

"Yun Zhiqiu." That arrogant voice was filled with pleasant surprise.

I turned my head and saw the man in white who had approached me cautiously. He still had a carefree expression on his face. "This grandpa knew that you would live here?"

He was in a bad mood, so when he saw that Ye Zichen's mood was even worse, he glared at him and said, "Follow me like a ghost, don't tell me you guys aren't playing enough with me yet?"

"This grandpa has been waiting for you for quite some time now." He ignored me, approached me, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Apologize to the Lord."

I looked at him in amusement, a little coldly in my heart.

"You let this grandpa fall down and lose all your face. This is an apology, this grandpa has always been thinking about it."

"You have nothing to do, so please leave this place far behind. We are just strangers to each other. I apologize for your nobility, but my slave nature is not enough." He turned around and left.

I didn't want to say anything to him. It seemed too late to go back to the palace.

He pulled at the basket in my hand, but I didn't expect him to be so disgusting. He staggered forward, and the thing in the basket landed on top of the leaves. The wind made his clothes fly.

I quickly grabbed the roll and put it back in the basket, ignoring him as I left.

He calmly said, "Yun Zhiqiu? These are the clothes from the palace. "

So what? What does it have to do with him? I hate him.

He suddenly said loudly, "Stealing the clothes in the palace is a great sin."

He put on his clothes in front of him and tied up his hair. What else did he have to say?

He caught up with her and said with a profound meaning, "Very good, very good. So it's a palace maid."

"Go back to your noble place." Ye Zichen glared at him with a frown.

The smile on his face immediately froze and became somewhat cold. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that I said something that I shouldn't have said.

His dark eyes looked at me indifferently, and from his thin lips came a displeased word: "Very well, you are the first one who dares to tell me to scram, but Yun Zhiqiu, I promise you, you will regret it, regret so much that you will kneel down and beg me."