"You're right. Shuhua does have his whole heart for me. We are indeed a perfect match."
Murong Hao smiled, and his smile contained both complacency and sweetness, as well as a hint of showing off, warning, and caution.
Mu Yusheng noticed this complex and subtle change.
He wrote: "So, what does His Highness think of Shuhua?"
Murong Hao solemnly said: "I am willing to give everything for her. Everything, do you know what that includes? The rest of my life?"
Mu Yusheng shook his head.
"That's all, everything, I just want her. I was born just for her."
Murong Hao smiled and raised a precious mutton-fat jade cup, "Look, this cup is as gorgeous as everything I own. If needed..."
He let go and let the jade cup fall and shatter.
"These can all be destroyed, none of them are important. Do you understand? The rest of your life?"
Murong Hao approached Mu Yusheng with a sincere expression: "Have you seen my determination? You will help us, right?"
Mu Yusheng nodded heavily.
He knew that he could no longer stay in the East Palace. He had become a thorn in Murong Hao's heart.
"For the rest of your life, don't be afraid. Don't listen to their instigation. I will always be good to you. Let's protect Shuhua together without any grudges, okay?"
Murong Hao stayed with him to eat, and kept saying how grateful he was to him. He also described many bright futures, including having his children recognize him as their adoptive father and take care of him in his old age.
Mu Yusheng had no appetite, but he could only stuff food into his mouth numbly. He ate and ate until the attendants looked at each other in confusion.
The attendant was afraid that he would eat badly and was about to stop him, but was stopped by Murong Hao: "He hasn't eaten all night and is hungry. Such a smart person will never overwhelm himself."
An attendant sent a pair of socks: "Miss Shu made them for His Highness herself. She said they were not done well, so please don't dislike them."
"How could I dislike it?" Murong Hao laughed: "I don't lack socks, what I lack is her heart. Right? For the rest of my life?"
Mu Yusheng smiled and nodded, holding his stomach, and stood up with difficulty to say goodbye.
Murong Hao said tolerantly: "Go and have a good rest. You don't have to be on duty these days."
Mu Yusheng trudged back to the small courtyard where he lived. As soon as he stepped through the door, he started vomiting uncontrollably.
He vomited until tears streamed down his face, and quickly cleaned up before the servants heard the sound and came.
This is already the case, and we can no longer be criticized for other things.
He sat on the stone steps until evening, then got up and went inside, preparing to leave the book and leave without saying goodbye.
But the room was in a mess and all his manuscripts were missing.
He panicked and rushed to tell Murong Hao.
The servant stopped him: "Your Highness said that you are injured and should rest in peace."
Mu Yusheng gestured anxiously, saying that he was in a hurry and had to see Murong Hao immediately.
The servant locked the door firmly: "You can write it down and I will send it to you."
Of course, this kind of thing cannot be written down.
At the same time, Mu Yusheng realized that he was under house arrest.
He wanted to laugh a little, the plan of the Sixth Prince and others succeeded after all.
But even if there were no Sixth Prince and others, there would be such a day sooner or later.
He didn't insist anymore and returned to the room quietly.
He was imprisoned in this palm-sized courtyard for three whole months, without adequate food and clothing, and was often cold and hungry.
He had imagined that Shuhua, who had not seen him for so long, would come here to find out.
But no.
She had completely forgotten about him.
Everyone in this world has forgotten him.
No one cares about his life or death.
It's snowing for the first time, and the cold wind is blowing.
Mu Yusheng sat in the snow, expressionlessly scratching the hundredth scar on his leg, and then stared at the wound bleeding and solidifying.
Suddenly he heard the sound of a bell.
One after another, endlessly.
Miserable cries sounded, and rapid footsteps came and went.
He panicked, banged on the door, and asked the servant guarding him what had happened.
The servant said impatiently: "Your Majesty has passed away! The house is in chaos, so don't add to it!"
Mu Yusheng was shocked and asked how the old emperor died. It was so sudden!
At the Harvest Festival celebration three months ago, the old emperor was still very powerful, and he had never heard of any serious illness.
"You don't have time to take care of yourself, and you still have the mood to meddle in such nosy matters?"
The servants made no secret of their disgust and contempt.
"His Highness no longer likes you, don't you understand? Do you really think you are some kind of master?"
Mu Yusheng smiled faintly.
The servant saw his strange smile and felt frightened, so he simply poured a bucket of cold water on his head.
He was soaked all over and stood stiffly in the snow.
The servant said disgustedly: "Why don't you die? You are still hanging on to death after all this! After you die, you will be free, and you won't have to drag me down to trap you here all day long!"
Someone climbed over the wall silently, wiped the servant's neck with a knife, and then held him down.
"Mr. Mu, Murong Hao conspired to kill his father and went on a killing spree in the capital. We were sent by the Fengyu Order to rescue you."
Mu Yusheng had no choice but to be taken away by the other party.
The man was a very powerful monk, carrying him on his back as he jumped and flew like a whirlwind on the high walls of the capital, letting him see the situation in the capital.
There are soldiers, horses and cavalry everywhere, and there are plain white lanterns everywhere.
The old emperor is really dead.
The monk sent him to a private house, where the fifth prince was waiting for him.
"This feeling is admirable, but the rest of my life is a pity. I heard that Mu Yusheng is not your original name, but you changed it yourself? Did you choose this name for Shuhua?"
Mu Yusheng didn't want to answer this question. He was eager to know whether the old emperor was killed by Murong Hao.
The fifth prince said calmly: "Yes, it was Lao Qi who did it. The old man found out that he stole your poems to deceive Shuhua. The old man had no intention of doing anything to him. He just asked, so he jumped over the wall and committed regicide. father."
Mu Yusheng thought of the broken mutton-fat jade cup.
His throat was tight and his chest ached. What Murong Hao said was all true.
The fifth prince did not say much to him: "I have to go. If the seventh prince finds out that I am not here, he will kill me. You can stay here with peace of mind to take care of yourself and live a good life."
Mu Yusheng made a sign with the word "six".
The fifth prince showed a hint of sadness: "It's been two months since the sixth child fell off his horse while drunk and became an idiot. The seventh child is a poisonous snake, and we don't know who he will bite next. Let's all wish ourselves good luck."
That night, a fire broke out in the East Palace, burning half of the sky red.
It was said that the third prince was treasonous and wanted to assassinate the prince but failed and was executed.
The whole city was searching for the remnants of the third prince, and monks were patrolling and searching over the capital with magic weapons.
Mu Yusheng lived in a cellar and escaped repeated searches.
It was three months before he emerged from the cellar.
It was already March in spring, with pink flowers and green willows. He covered his face and did not dare to open his eyes for fear of going blind.
The fifth prince said: "The seventh prince has ascended the throne. Now, he will officially welcome Shuhua into the palace as his queen. Do you have any ideas?" (End of Chapter)
