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Ye Lianhe liked to see the radiance in his father's eyes when he spoke of the world. He smiled and nodded before sitting on his father's arm, rubbing against Ye Mingchen's rough cheeks.

Ye Ming Chen thought that he didn't sleep well and acted like a spoiled child. He nodded his head and smiled, "Child, Father still has matters to attend to. Why don't you go to the garden later to practice your sword skills? "

Ye Lianhe stuck out his tongue shamelessly and rubbed his rough palms against each other as he said, "Alright, then He'er will go practice the sword first." royal father is about to come over. "

After watching Ye Mingchen leave, Ye Lianhe called the wet nurse, Lu Zhu, and softly said, "Today is mother's day of sacrifice. I want to go to the buddhist hall and pay my respects."

His father had always avoided talking about his mother and had never allowed him to worship. Therefore, everything had to be done secretly.

After Lu Zhu heard what the little mistress was thinking, she was so frightened that her hands and feet became cold. "No, no! The Prince specially instructed us not to go to the back courtyard's Buddhist hall! "

Noticing that Lu Zhu had not made a move, Ye Lianhe berated her, "What? Can't I control you? "

It was a secret that Nightingale's mother died of exhaustion after giving birth to Nightingale's mother, so her father could not bear the blow and seal off all news regarding her mother. He had also brought Nightingale with him, so she never knew what had really happened to her.

And he didn't know much about his mother either.

"Or, for that matter, wait for me to forget her one day. You won't stop it? " Ye Lianhe sneered.

"Pei pei pei, quickly touch the wood." Lu Zhu turned pale with fright as she hastily placed her hand on the wooden chair. "Your Highness, what are you saying? If you want Madam to listen, how sad would you be?"

Because of her own anger, Lu Zhu had complained to Ye Lianhe over and over again, hoping that she would remember her own mother's kindness. "Madam, you risked your life to give birth to your son, and even before you died, you were still muttering about how you looked when you grew up. You mustn't forget her!"

Leaning against Lu Zhu's bosom, Ye Lianhe listened to her rambling and gentle speech, as well as the warm feeling behind her back. He gradually returned to his senses, taking advantage of the night when Lianhe wasn't paying attention to secretly run out, "Aunt, don't worry. I won't forget anything."

It was precisely because he had engraved this in his heart that he always wanted to get closer to her.

"Everyone thinks I'm like a mother, right? I will not forget her. "

Ye Lianhe lowered his head to touch the yellow chicken-oil pendant around his neck before turning around and rushing out.

Lu Zhu couldn't stop her but was afraid that she would fall, so she chased after her and shouted, "Prince, slow down! Your highness is currently in the Imperial Heart's Cave in front of the Buddhist Hall! "

After Ye Lianhe ascended to the throne, the Guangling Residence reformed once again. That year, when Ye Mingchen died, the Guangling Residence received a huge blow. A big fire had burnt everything down.

The Heart Mansion was deep within the mansion. When he returned to his dreamland, he discovered the hidden secrets within it. He followed his own footsteps as he carefully observed the scenery along the way. Indeed, he found poisonous flowers that could induce Gu worms on an unremarkable path deep in the garden.

Night Lianhe walked around the wall, carrying his skirt, and entered the garden. He walked deeper into the grass path that had just sprouted, and at the end of the path was the Cinnabar Temple.

The door to the Heart Mansion was wide open. The usually carefree young woman had been sent off to who knows where. The large courtyard was so silent that it was absolutely terrifying.

He tiptoed to the door and quietly opened it a crack, hoping to see what was inside. Ye Mingchen was still his usual self, but his pair of peach blossom eyes were terrifyingly cold.

The wrinkled face of the old woman in front of him was devoid of color. "Get out! Even if you lock me up here, you won't get anything you want!"

At first, the old woman's face was ashen, and her chest rose and fell in anger. Then, a sense of pride as a victor arose in her heart.

She laughed coldly. "Heh, so what if you're a prince in arms? You're just an ant under the empress dowager. The empress is happy to let you live two more days. If you're unhappy, you won't see tomorrow's sun!"

Ye Mingchen's mood did not change at all. He clapped his hands and had his subordinate bring him a wooden box.

"Is that so?"

The box opened with her voice, revealing a bloody head.

The old lady was so angry that she couldn't even breathe. She leaned against the pillow and began to twitch.

Ye Mingchen's expression remained indifferent as he personally poured the medicine into the old woman's bowl. With a cold gaze, he asked the secret guard behind him, "How's the progress of the other orders?"

The guard didn't care how much the old woman could hear as he replied respectfully, "My lord, rest assured that everything has been arranged. That old man will definitely be sent to the underworld."

Ye Mingchen nodded in satisfaction, "Mm, that's good. Wasn't he thinking about that slut? We'll send him there. Isn't it a good thing for father and daughter to reunite? "

"You!" The old woman panted violently a few times before she pointed shakily at Ye Mingchen, "You will die a horrible death!"

Ye Mingchen smiled indifferently, "You won't be able to see whether your king is dead or not. The more angry I am, the faster the poison will dissipate. You, ah, will soon die just like your short-lived daughter!"

"Where is he? I want to see him! " The old woman struggled to get up and grab Ye Mingchen's neck.

Ye Mingchen tore at her like he was tearing a rag, casually throwing her aside in disgust, "Don't even think about it. This King's son can be seen whenever you want to? Besides, wasn't the poison in his body passed on to him by your mother? "Oh, my good son didn't even know he was born weak. He was just a failed experiment."

The old woman spat out a mouthful of blood, her expression twisted like a ghost that had crawled out of hell.

She gripped the soles of Ye Lianhe's shoes with all her might, wishing that her gaze could turn into a sharp sword that could cut Ye Mingchen into a thousand pieces, "Kill me! "Kill me!"

"Kill you?" Ye Mingchen shook his head, "Unless it's absolutely necessary, the wangfei can't die yet."

Princess?

Lianhe's eyes widened in surprise. He covered his mouth, afraid that he would make any noise that would alarm the people in the room.

The woman seemed to have noticed him and a relaxed smile appeared on her face. "Lian He, my son, don't trust your decent father!"

Ye Mingchen's gaze darkened as he looked towards the door. The old woman pulled out a dagger from somewhere and stabbed it into her heart.

The old woman's body was already on the verge of death. If she was careful, she would die with grievance.

The corpse fell onto the ground with a thud, and dark red blood dyed the surface of Ye Mingchen's shoes.

Ye Mingchen frowned in disdain and coldly kicked away the corpse in front of him with a snort. Then, he opened the door and left with large strides and fresh blood.

"Send down the order that they will be buried alive."

Lil 'Ye was so scared that his ashen face and legs turned to jelly as he watched the person die in front of him. He swayed and hid behind the pillar.

After walking two steps, Ye Mingchen suddenly stopped. He silently glanced at the pillar where Little Ye and Lian He were hiding and warned, "Be careful to do it cleanly. Don't let anyone discover any clues."