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Your Majesty, are you really planning to allow Princess Xing Ning to leave the palace …?

In the bright three-month pavilion, Emperor Xun was sitting in front of a stone table with his blanket draped over him.

Behind him, his trusted aide dressed in a white robe and wearing an iris accessory at his waist took the appropriate time to ask a question.

When the Emperor Xun heard this, the ink brush in his hand paused, as if he did not mind and spat out three words.

Let her.

But Your Majesty! The princess left the palace alone. She did not arrange servants to accompany her, nor did she have any personal guards. She didn't even have the servants she had served for so many years with her … I'm afraid …

Emperor Xun put down his pen and the servant quickly handed him a clean towel. He squinted his eyes and wiped his finger while smiling. This King wants to see what tricks she can come up with.

His eyes darkened as he tapped the table with his fingertips. He seemed to be mumbling, and his entire body was filled with mischievousness.

When the servants heard Emperor Xun mention the passed away Queen, they did not even dare to breathe loudly.

In his memory, the girl with the gorgeous face was dressed in a red robe that was like a dream or illusion. It was so beautiful yet sad.

She held the dagger in her hand. The sharp blade was pressed against her thin throat. Her eyes were filled with tears as she approached the dagger step by step. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Let me go, she said.

She said, If you wish to see the corpses lying on the ground, the blood will flow like a river, you can stop it.

She also said: "You are the Son of Heaven, sitting in the four seas, enjoying the eight wastelands. There is nothing in this world that you cannot obtain." But I am different from you. I have only a limited amount of things, and a limited amount of happiness. Now that I have lost my most precious possession, since you are unable to make up for it, let me go.

That voice rang in his mind many times in his dreams. It was sonorous, heavy, and powerful. It contained the unprecedented decisiveness and sorrow of a weak girl.

Emperor Xun closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. When he opened his eyes again, everything returned to normal. He got up and donned a yellow robe, turned around and waved his sleeves.

Chaxianyu stayed at the Fu Su Pavilion for a week and gradually got used to ordinary life, getting farther away from the scheming and scheming of the imperial palace.

After she finished dragging the floor, the windows were completely polished and he obediently boiled some hot water to cook. Seeing that half of the day was going to pass, Shier Hong still shut himself in his room without making any sound or order, without being able to find anything else to do to pass the time, he quietly opened the door and sneaked into his room.

The man's face was very white, and the color of his lips was faint. At the moment, he lowered his eyes and looked carefully at the mountain of white cloth by his side, not paying attention to Chaxianyu as he walked in.

Chaxianyu sat on the side of the bed with her legs crossed and her chin on her knees, looking at Shier Hong unblinkingly.

Shier Hong lowered his head and continued to read the announcements made on the table. He kept looking around, and was too busy to pay attention to her. Sometimes, the mail boy would go back and forth between the Fu Su Pavilion and Fu Su Pavilion three or four times a day. When Shier Hong was busy, he would always take care of everything. There were very few tasks that were assigned to Chaxianyu, and when he was busy, he would no longer have a smile on his face.

Young master. Chaxianyu muttered.

Good girl, Yu Er... A quarter of an hour later.

Young Master, why did you open this Zither Pavilion? Chaxianyu pouted and complained. You have enough business in the shop, and you even started a business sideline … Look at how busy you are every day.

Shier Hong's hands stopped moving, his mouth curved into a smile, it was a long story.

Long story short! Chaxianyu's eyes lit up, I love listening to stories!

Shier Hong laughed. Stupid Yu Er, this is not a story.

He pursed his lips gently, because a long time ago an old friend of mine said my fingers were good for playing the piano.

Chaxianyu curiously stared with wide eyes. Was she the young master's lover?

Shier Hong was still smiling. Or is it?

Young master, you're keeping us in suspense again! Humph! Chaxianyu exhaled and threw a pillow over. Shier Hong caught it and put it aside with a smile.

Chaxianyu leaned back and laid on the cool mat, playing with the tassels on her skirt. She muttered to herself, the person that Young Master has in mind, must be that kind of beauty that could topple nations, right? Since the young master was so good-looking, the woman she had taken a fancy to must be extraordinary as well, right?

Oh? Why do I feel that Yu Er's tone... A little lonely? Shier Hong's interest was piqued. Could it be that Princess Xing Ning wasn't confident in her appearance?

That's right.

Chaxianyu openly admitted it, with how frank she was, Shier Hong was not surprised.

It is known to all that my mother, the Empress Cha, is beautiful and breathtaking. Chaxianyu laughed self-deprecatingly, lowering her head to hide the loneliness in her eyes. But I am her daughter, not only am I not good-looking, I was born without soul power, I'm also dark, with a collapsed nose, a fleshy face, and freckles all around my cheekbones …

Chaxianyu added in her heart: And you're a little shorty that's only 1.6 meters tall!

Puff — -

Chaxianyu was so angry that she rolled over and stood up to complain, Young Master, don't laugh! I'm serious!

Sorry, I never thought the Princess would care so much about appearances. Shier Hong raised his sleeves to cover his mouth, the smile in his eyes had disappeared. Although the princess did not have the beauty that the empress had, Princess was still very cute.

Shier Hong caressed the soft hair on Chaxianyu's head. It was cute and special, but the princess didn't know, that you are born with the charisma to attract people's attention.

Chaxianyu was a little touched, just when she wanted to thank him, Shier Hong suddenly changed the topic, right, Yu Er, I asked you to send the drawing board to the carpenter yesterday …

Ah I forgot! "The Tea Avarice jumped up in shock, peeling off its dodecagon robe and sneaking out from under its arm. I'll go right now!

Shier Hong watched Chaxianyu's figure jump up and down and the smile on her face slowly disappeared, to be replaced with an indescribable sadness.

It seemed like … In his memories, there was also such a person. His smile was so bright that even his heart had caved in. That person had once held his hand and praised him. Xiao Hong's fingers truly existed for the sake of playing the zither since birth.

But how long ago was that?

The warmth that passed through his fingertips, the heartfelt peace of mind. He would probably never have another chance to experience it for the rest of his life.

She had no understanding of the rhythm, and didn't like any music, but she began to play it because of a compliment from her, and a smile on her face.

Unknowingly, the zither had already reached the realm of number one in the world, but that person had already become an eternal existence that could only last for an instant. It was a request that he couldn't repeat over and over again.

He was alone again.