98 Knot

◎From now on, please do not send me any more brocade letters, as there is no proof of love and sex in the painted building

Huang Song knew that he had let the princess down, and he was very restrained when he saw Fan Zhi. He didn't dare to say anything harsh. Even though the other party was sarcastic to him, he had no choice but to keep his place.

"This is a small gift from me. No matter how Your Highness handles it, please be sure to take it to me. I will be very grateful."

Fan Zhi took his hair and said, "I'll pass it on. You can go now."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the mansion, ready to close the door and see the guests off.

"Miss!" Huang Song suddenly called out to her, "Your Highness, please take care of yourself..."

Hearing him speak like that, Fan Zhi became even more infuriated. As the saying goes, a master who insults his subjects dies. She had peeked through the back door and rolled her eyes at him fiercely. "Without you pestering me, Your Highness will take care of himself!"

"Thank you." Huang Song bowed deeply.

This time I handed the things to her and told her to take care. From then on, we parted ways and had no further contact.

From then on, he pursued his successful career, and the people in the sect had nothing to do with him anymore.

He couldn't disobey his family. He was the eldest son, so naturally the prosperity of the family fell on him alone. He should have climbed up the social ladder through the family. How could he be a false royal relative?

Fan Zhi handed the item to Fu Tao, "Your Highness, this is something Young Master Huang gave you."

"I don't want anything, just take it." She didn't even look at it, her chest ached just by hearing the name.

"It's the hair."

"Huh?" Fu Tao came to his senses when he heard it was hair. "Give it to me!"

Fan Zhi is now extremely resentful towards Huang Song. She simply cannot do this. If possible, she will definitely give him a good beating on behalf of her master, as he is a treacherous villain.

"He's a really strange guy. He just got married with his bride last night, and today he's here to deliver my hair. Your Highness, don't be angry. I've already sent him away!"

Seeing the hair, Fu Tao was filled with emotion. She would rather Huang Song had said something cold to her than give her the hair now and let her keep it with such a big knot in her heart. "You go out first, I'll be alone for a while."

"Yes." Fan Zhi knew that she was in a bad mood, so she closed the door and left.

She looked at the hair tied with red string and couldn't help but burst into tears. She had done everything she could, but still things went against her wishes and nothing was as she wished.

Her dry eyes seemed to be unable to squeeze out tears. The running around in the past few months had already dried up her tears. Her heart felt like it was bitten by a bug, causing her to feel excruciating pain.

Looking at the hair, tears immediately fell like rain, and she murmured to herself: "From now on, no more brocade letters will be sent to me, and there will be no proof of love and rain in the painted building. In this world, only separation in life and death makes reunion so rare."

She knew that she had let down her father, mother, and brother's trust. It was not that she did not want to marry, but she already had someone in her heart, so why should she suffer this pain again?

When you say goodbye, you can’t wait for the long pavilion and ancient road, you can’t wait for the willow branches to say goodbye. When you say goodbye, you don’t know when it will become a farewell forever, and the previous meeting will become the last one.

Fu Tao took out pen and ink from the drawer and wrote a letter to Rong Qianyu. Although there were regrets in this life, it was generally perfect, perhaps too perfect.

Her parents were quite loving, she had an older brother, and her family was harmonious, but no matter how favored she was, she was still a princess. It was precisely their identities and Fu Tao's position as princess that locked her in.

This result should have been expected from the beginning, and a pair of lovers were separated.

She was in a depressed mood all day. Late at night, when everyone was asleep, she wrote a letter and asked Fan Zhi to give it to Rong Qianyu, then she locked herself in the room.

Sitting alone in my room, today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and the moon is so round. The ancients said that if we live long, we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart. But now there is no one to admire the moonlight under the lantern, no one to talk under the moon, there is only a full moon, how can it last forever?

She took off many pieces of gold and gems from her hairpin. Looking at these gold and jade that were particularly dazzling in the moonlight, she realized that she no longer had any use for them.

Her old friend was married, and she would never have a loved one in her life. She had thought about Rong Qianyu's words before, wondering if she could let it go.

In the middle of the night, the friendship of more than ten years ago came back to her mind. She couldn't ignore it, and she couldn't change herself. The more she wanted to forget, the more she remembered. If only there was a medicine in the world that could relieve her longing, it would be great. Unfortunately, she was a sentimental person.

With tears in her eyes, she forced a smile and swallowed the gold and jade in her palm. The extremely hard foreign object scratched her trachea. She suppressed her body's instinctive rejection, frowned, sweated profusely, and scratched her fingers until they bled, but she swallowed it hard.

These pieces seemed not enough, so he took out a white jade pendant as big as a quail egg. His throat ached and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty before he finally swallowed it.

She was determined to die, and the pain was nothing to her.

She couldn't breathe and her body became unstable, so she fell off the stool and sat on the ground. She picked up a hairpin from the ground with trembling hands, lifted up her sleeves and swam down with all her might.

This time was more severe than any previous time. Blood gushed out in an instant, deep enough to see the bone. She had no strength left, breathing out more than breathing in. Her face had turned a little purple from the difficulty in breathing, but she was still conscious.

She was no longer able to hold on, and finally, in her final moments of consciousness, she collapsed to the ground, a smile barely visible on her face. Because the jade was too hard, and her breathing was difficult, she began to struggle, and dark red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

This way of dying was undoubtedly extremely painful, but she also knew that this was the only way that could truly not be saved.

She has been afraid of pain since she was a child. She has been spoiled since she was a child. Even if she scratched her fingers, she would cry and act coquettishly to Bai Yi. The princess who had been proud and willful all her life ended her life so tragically in the mansion.

Fu Tao's clothes were stained with blood, her face pale and grim. Her chest heaved violently, straining to breathe, her instinct for survival. The wound on her left arm was still bleeding, and her right hand was merely clutching the lock of hair Huang Song had given her. She lay on the cold ground, a smile on her face as she ended this ill-fated relationship.

"Once again, I extend my regards to the Empress Dowager. There's no need to grieve for me, as this is a real relief for me. However, I ask that you comfort the Empress Dowager on my behalf. Thank you, and I wish you the best of health. Fu Tao respectfully presents this with a bow."

Rong Qianyu finally finished reading her letter. She collapsed and swallowed gold to commit suicide. She had decided she didn't want to survive, so she came up with such a tragic solution. She was only a teenager, still an innocent and naive girl. How could she be so cruel?

If it were her now, if Xue Ji let her down like this, regardless of whether it was voluntary or not, she would definitely fight to the death.

The same is true of her relationship with Fu Hua now. There is absolutely no reason for her to die alone.

"She is only sixteen years old!!!" She clutched the letter in anger, her eyes felt dizzy and she could not see anything. Although she was used to separations and deaths, she was still caught off guard and lost her composure.

Her body was shaking violently, and she lost her grip on the letter and dropped it. Her face turned pale as paper in an instant.

She swayed for a while, and suddenly became anxious, "Go back to the palace, go back to the palace!"

Xue Ji rushed to stop her upon seeing this, but she only had one sentence in her mouth, crying heartbreakingly, "I want to go back, I want to go back to the palace, I want to go back..."

She was obviously panicking and had lost all her rationality. She was about to rush out to return to the palace, but Xue Ji held her tightly, "Going back now will only cause more trouble and it won't help. The most important thing right now is to take care of your own health!"

This sentence made her a little more rational, but she still muttered, "Go back to the palace, go back to the palace, go back to the palace."

Rong Qianyu's face was pale, her heart in turmoil, her eyes bloodshot, and her hands trembling slightly. She cried heartbreakingly, but found no one to confide in, and she didn't know who to turn to for redress. She could only grit her teeth and bear it all by herself.

"Why is she so depressed? Why?!"

Seeing this, everyone came to persuade her. Rong Pan knelt on the ground, tugged at her dress and cried, "My queen, please accept my condolences. Nothing is more important than your health right now. Please take it easy and don't worry!"

"Yes, don't be impatient." Xue Ji rubbed her arm, trying to calm her down. "Rong Pan, go pour the queen a cup of tea, Qing Yun, go open the door, and Yuan Qing, go burn the letter."

"Don't burn it, don't burn it!" Rong Qianyu shouted, "You can't burn it, there's no need to burn it!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Qing didn't know whether to advance or retreat, and just stood there looking at Xue Ji.

"Your Majesty is confused, so go burn it." Xue Ji said.

After everyone left, Xue Ji pulled her to the bedside and said, "Calm down for a while and don't worry." He then took out a bamboo fan and fanned her.

Perhaps it was the cool winter wind, and after a while Rong Qianyu finally regained consciousness. "You can fan me in the middle of winter?"

"Calm down?" Xue Ji asked.

Rong Qianyu wiped the tears from her face and said with a sob, "I was a little impulsive. Burn it. What will happen if I keep it?"

Xue Ji comforted her earnestly, "Don't worry about anything. If you worry, there will be no solution."

"Can you help me go see Huang Song? I don't know if it's convenient for you to go. The winter solstice has passed now, and I must go back before the twelfth lunar month."

No matter what she said at this moment, Xue Ji agreed.

"Has the funeral been announced?" Rong Qianyu asked.

"She's probably gone. The princess died in such an ugly way that I don't think there would be any big fanfare."

She couldn't understand why Fu Hua had to be so mean to his sister. Even if he didn't like her, she was still his biological sister, born of the same mother. It was understandable that Huang Yun's family disagreed, but if he truly loved his sister, an imperial decree would have been enough. Why would it have reached such a point where it couldn't be resolved?

It is the first year of the new emperor's reign. Winter is approaching and the New Year is coming. I wonder how sad the Empress Dowager must be. She gave birth to a daughter in her old age, but now she has to bury her young daughter.

Rong Qianyu was thoughtful. "Will such a king really not ruin his country? I'm really worried."

Xue Ji knew that she had something else in mind. "What do you think?"

"I want to adopt Yu'er and hire the best teacher for him."

She had to go back to the palace. She couldn't stay out of this situation.

"What do you want to do?" Xue Ji took her hand and asked carefully.

"Since Fu Hua can no longer be relied upon, I still have to do my part first. There is still a long way to go for the rest." There was determination in Rong Qianyu's eyes. If you want to find love, you have to make a living first. It is not easy to protect yourself in such an environment.

She can give up her own sister today, but tomorrow the one who will be abandoned will be her, the unfavored queen. She will have to plot for the sake of reputation.

"Go tell Fu Hua that I'm almost recovered from my illness. I heard about the sudden and tragic death of my younger sister, and I'm deeply concerned for the comfort of the Empress Dowager. I'm asking you to return to the palace before the twelfth lunar month to share her burden."