Everyone present was stunned. The huge hall suddenly fell silent, and suddenly fell into a dead silence.
The hands of the imperial doctors who were treating the injured paused, and even the emperor's eyes froze slightly.
The Queen, the Queen Mother, Concubine Li, Concubine Hua, everyone's eyes were fixed on the faces of Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng.
There was a cold thorn in his eyes.
The Queen Mother wanted to speak, but she was thinking about the emperor beside her, and tightly grabbed the armrest beside her, as if she was trying to endure it.
The atmosphere was even weirder than the corpses that were still warm when I just saw them.
Everyone suspected that they were too frightened and had something wrong with their ears.
"Ji Aiqing, what are you talking about?" The emperor frowned and looked at Ji Lingxiao in disbelief.
When Ji Wanrong heard the news, he finally came to his senses. When he raised his head, what he saw was his brother's firm profile.
"Your Majesty, I beg your Majesty to let Wan Rong go and allow Wan Rong and His Highness Prince Han to reconcile!"
His sonorous and powerful voice sounded again, and this time everyone realized that they had heard correctly.
They all cast their surprised eyes on Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng, the two silent parties.
Didn't Ji Wanrong love His Highness King Han in the past, crawling into bed with him many times, and even being extremely disgusted by His Highness?
Why would you propose reconciliation now?
Could it be that there was a conflict between Ji Lingxiao and Ji Wanrong? In order to gain a successful career, Ji Lingxiao wanted to please King Han, proposed a reconciliation, and then married Ji Yunyao, whom King Han liked, into the palace?
Or is it that King Han wants to marry Ji Yunyao and doesn't know how to speak to the emperor, so he can only threaten Ji Lingxiao's future military achievements and deliberately let Ji Lingxiao say this?
Everyone was thinking strangely, and suddenly remembered the rumors in the capital.
When Ji Wanrong was dying and Ji Yunyao and Ji Wanrong were forced to go up the cliff by thieves, it was King Han who chose Ji Yunyao without hesitation and abandoned his first wife, so that Ji Wanrong fell off the cliff and his life or death was uncertain.
It seems that the news that King Han was henpecked in the past and that he married Princess Han first and then fell in love with her were all false. The only thing King Han misses is Ji Yunyao!
And he hated Ji Wanrong so much that he wished she would die so that he could abandon his first wife and choose someone else.
At the critical moment of life and death, the first wife was abandoned, and the husband chose another woman without hesitation. What a shame!
No wonder Ji Wanrong looked as if her heart was dead at the moment. She did not object to her brother's request for reconciliation.
When they thought of this, everyone's eyes when watching the show suddenly changed. They looked at Ji Wanrong with a little more sympathy, and looked at Mo Jiecheng with a little more contempt.
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he stood there blankly, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of Ji Lingxiao's words. His whole face was pale and his expression was confused.
He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Ji Wanrong's hand, but Ji Wanrong's hand did not move.
After the emperor calmed down for a while, he seemed to have thought through the key points. He remained calm but looked at Ji Wanrong with his sharp eyes.
"Princess Han, is this matter of peace and separation—your brother's idea, or yours? What's your opinion?"
Ji Wanrong lowered his eyes, and then said loudly to the emperor: "Your Majesty, it's Wanrong's intention that I want to make peace."
Mo Jiecheng suddenly came back to his senses when he heard the words in his ears.
Those calm and affirmative words were like small pieces of glass rushing into his ear canal, trying to slice his eardrum to pieces.
But Ji Wanrong didn't look at him, nor his pale face and scarlet eyes.
Mo Jiecheng immediately knelt down next to Ji Wanrong, reaching out to grab Ji Wanrong's hand.
That look made it a bit unclear whether he was kneeling towards Ji Wanrong or the emperor.
"Father, I don't want to reconcile. I did something wrong in the past. I am willing to spend my whole life to compensate the princess, but I don't want to reconcile... I love her very much."
Mo Jiecheng's words echoed in the empty and bloody hall, and the deep sadness in his voice made everyone present feel their hearts shrink.
King Han... was able to say that he loved Ji Wanrong in public.
The emperor looked at Mo Jiecheng's appearance, frowned slightly, and then turned his gaze to Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong felt everyone's gaze and slowly took off Mo Jiecheng's warm palm.
She gathered her somewhat cold fingers into her sleeves, and then spoke slowly: "Prince? You said you love me very much, are you deceiving yourself?"
Her voice caused everyone in the hall to stop breathing.
But he heard Ji Wanrong laugh softly: "My lord, you have deceived my heart before."
Mo Jiecheng raised his eyes to look at her, and his heart skipped a beat.
Ji Wanrong also slowly lowered his head, looked at him, and spoke every word calmly and seriously.
"You once said such affectionate words in my ears, saying that as long as you were here, no one would bully me. I know it's ridiculous, but I still believed it."
"Until that day, when I was assassinated and tied to the cliff with Ji Yunyao, you chose Ji Yunyao without hesitation, without even giving me a look."
Ji Wanrong said, she couldn't bear it anymore, she slowly closed her eyes, and a teardrop slid down her cheek.
She didn't want to say it at first, she didn't want to tell Mo Jiecheng so clearly, she didn't want to admit that when she traveled to Beili, there was a wolf in front of her and a tiger behind her. She was almost in a dilemma.
She was tired, really tired.
There was no one around me who was worthy of trust, and I couldn't even sleep peacefully at night or take a breath of peace.
She missed everything in modern times so much, and she had never been so vulnerable.
At this moment, there was a strong arm beside him, and he would say softly to himself.
"As long as I'm here, no one can bully you."
Ji Wanrong was tired. She was seduced by this moment of softness, but she didn't expect that it was him who pushed her into the abyss.
"Do you know the feeling of falling from heaven to hell? Your heart is cold, your body is also cold, the coldness emerges from the soles of your feet, almost freezing your body, and your heart hurts so much that you don't even have the strength to breathe."
"And I fell off the cliff, and I did die once. I watched the sun slowly rising from the east, and the branches passed through my body, making me feel my body getting colder, but I couldn't move. No."
"In the end, it was my brother who saved me. It really makes me ridiculous to die once for something like this."
The voice behind Ji Wanrong trembled slightly, with a hint of crying.
"Your Majesty, what I said today is the reason why I want to reconcile. It's not that my brother wants me to reconcile. It's because I want to reconcile in my heart all the time."
