Yelu Daiqin paused in his steps, tilted his head back, and raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, "Isn't he the cousin of the former Princess Hua Hairao? The emperor keeps Princess Hua Hairan on his head, so I will follow the emperor's example. Open the door and let Princess Huahan's cousin stay by my side as an eunuch."
Sandanfu looked at the person in front of him in shock, "Then - if Princess Huahan knew about it, wouldn't she be sad -"
Who wouldn't feel sad if this matter were left to him? The man he once loved was castrated and became a eunuch - San Danfu still has some conscience.
But what Yelu Daiqin wanted was this effect.
He smiled sinisterly again, but didn't answer any more. Sad? As long as she has a crush on the man, don't even think about having a good ending!
It would be too cheap to execute him, but it would be more enjoyable to be tortured alive like this!
After hearing this, Mr. Sandan didn't dare to say any more disobedient words. However, he couldn't help but sigh deeply when he thought that the former princess had lost all her parents and was already an orphan. She still had to suffer such heartbreaking pain.
This sigh was heard by Yelu Daiqin who was walking in front. He suddenly stopped and raised his eyebrows and looked back, "What? Do you pity that major general?"
Sandanfu slowly lowered his head and whispered: "Beizhi, I also have a younger sister, who is about the same age as the princess. Beizhi just thinks that the princess is actually quite pitiful. Her parents are dead, and now my cousin -"
Yelu Daiqin sneered, gathered up his cloak and continued to walk forward, "The former princess, the sins her father did should be retribution on her! What is there to be pitiful about? She should also deserve the honor she has received for more than ten years. Enough!"
Sandanfu pursed his lips and said no more.
But after taking a few steps, Yelu Daiqin felt as if he had been condemned by Sandan Fu, and he felt bad in his heart.
The sky was getting dark, the snow on the ink tiles lingered for a long time, and a few cold birds were chirping, making Yelu Daiqin feel bored for no reason.
This scene reminded him of the first time he met Jing Huahan, the scene where he gave her sex, and the scene where he went to see the snow-capped mountains with her.
Then, I remembered the words that I heard while lying on the bed injured and trembling a little because of fear but with great determination - 'He was hurt for me, and I should also be hurt for me. It hurts him——'
how so! They are obviously the most important people in the other party's heart! How could we end up in such a situation!
yes! He was a prince who was worshiped by all the people, but he risked his own life to protect her from a wild bear.
But she, the noble princess, was willing to cut off her skin, just for—just for—
For a moment, Yelu Daiqin felt that his internal organs were contracting violently, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable.
He has her in his heart, and even if he doesn't admit it with his mouth, he can't help but deny it in his heart.
But his father killed her parents, and he turned her cousin into a eunuch——
It seems that everything is developing towards an irreversible point——
"——————Second Prince?" Third Danfu raised the curtain of the sedan chair and called softly to the stunned Yelu Daiqin.
Only then did Yelu Daiqin come to his senses. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of the warm sedan chair.
Seeing Yelu Daiqin holding his chest tightly with one hand, Sandanfu asked worriedly: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Yelu Daiqin waved his hand, lifted his robe and got into the sedan chair.
The sedan was swaying, but he couldn't help but raise his voice and ask.
"Which direction is Jingyang Palace?"
...
"Qing'e, bring me water and help me dress up." Jinghua Hairpin said and was about to lift the quilt and walk to the ground, but Sang Ma stopped her quickly with quick eyes and hands.
"Princess, what are you doing? It's already dark, and besides, you can't get out of this courtyard."
"Yes, princess, what are you doing?" Qing'e looked at Jinghua Hairpin in confusion.
Jing Huahan raised his eyes, smiled faintly, and held Sang Ma's hand tightly, "Auntie, how long do you think I have to wait here? Or, how long can I wait?"
"Perhaps, your king just wants to kill me like this. Since I will die no matter what, I might as well take the initiative to see your king."
Sang Ma bit her lip in embarrassment, "No - princess, although you are the princess of Dajing and a member of our enemy country, I have never regarded you as an enemy -"
"I know." Jing Hua stood up and gently placed his hand on Sang Ma's face, "Aunt, you are a kind person. Thanks to your presence these days, I, a sick prisoner, have suffered less. I understand it in my heart!”
"Auntie, since you have become a Bodhisattva, you must be kind to the end!" Jinghua Hairpin said, the end of his eyes turned red, and two lines of tears suddenly fell down.
Sang Ma already felt sorry for the former princess. In her heart, things between the two countries should not have affected an innocent princess, not to mention that she was still so young——
"Princess." Sang Madeng also choked up, "Just tell me, as long as you say it, as long as I can help you, I will do anything I can to help you!"
Jing Huahan nodded gratefully and looked at Qing'e, "What are you still doing? Go get water quickly."
Seeing that her master had made up his mind, Qing'e didn't ask any more questions. She felt that whatever his master said or did was right.
After a while, the long-lost beauty appeared in the bronze mirror again.
"Princess, you are really - you have a fairy-like appearance -" Sang Mahjong carefully inserted a burning blue flower into Jinghua's hairpin and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Jing Huahan smiled sadly, and his thin face suddenly looked like a blooming peony, "So what if I look like an immortal - now - it is not noble, and I have lost all face -"
After that, he stood up slowly, still wearing the white clothes, making his slender figure looming.
"Qing'e, bring me my fox fur cloak sprinkled with gold."
But for a long time, Qing'e didn't respond.
Sang Ma couldn't help but wonder, "You were still here just now——"
Jinghua Hairpin moved on her toes, and just as she was about to get it herself, her peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a figure in the dark.
The man who was two heads taller than himself stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, silent, and with an unclear expression on his face.
He just stood there without saying a word, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.
Looking again, Qing'e was standing behind the man, trembling and swishing, as if she had something to say that she didn't dare to say.
"When we returned to the palace, you were even more beautiful than when you were in the camp." Yelu Daiqin walked out slowly and sat down on the sandalwood chair closest to Jinghua Hairpin.
This person came unexpectedly, Jing Huahan was a little frightened, and even more unprepared.
She put her hands in front of her, watching the person in front of her come and sit down, not knowing how to reply.
Her eyes quickly circled around his neck. The collar of the cloak was too high, so she couldn't see anything and couldn't judge the extent of his injuries.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Jing Huahan couldn't help but scold himself in his heart - you forgot how people ignored you at the camp, right? You haven’t suffered enough, right? Even now I am still thinking about his injuries!
With this thought in mind, she turned around and walked a few steps back, with her back to the visitor. Her voice was soft and distant, as if a thin layer of ice had hit her, "The noble Second Prince of Beidi, why are you coming to the palace?"
