Chapter 154

It's a human skin mask specially made to resemble Qing Nian!

Song Xuan's breathing became rapid, and his vision blurred. Scenes from his dream kept flashing through his mind.

His beloved spoke with utter indifference: "Song Xuan, I don't love you."

She doesn't love him, she doesn't love him...

Song Xuan frowned deeply, a headache struck him instantly, and a chill ran through his body, as if it would erode him completely.

Scenes of his past interactions with Shen Qingnian flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, ultimately leading to the words: Song Xuan, I don't love you.

At this moment, Song Xuan's handsome features were slightly distorted, cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was very pale. He looked somewhat frightening.

Despite his splitting headache, he still managed to pull down the collar of the corpse with trembling hands. The collarbone area was clean, without any red moles...

Song Xuan felt suffocated, as if he were sinking to the bottom of the water and unable to struggle. The belief he had always held in his heart seemed to have shattered.

"Your Majesty, your old ailment has flared up. Please return to Siqing Palace to rest!" Xia Zi hurriedly got up, walked to Song Xuan, and gestured for the wet nurse to take Xiao Yanqing away.

Since the passing of the Empress, His Majesty has suffered from headaches, which nearly kill him each time they flare up.

Xiao Yanqing glanced at Song Xuan, who was suppressing his pain and looked sinister and terrifying. His little face was full of worry. He instructed Xiao Xiazi, "Please take good care of Father Emperor, Eunuch Xia. I will go to Siqing Palace to wait for him."

He had witnessed his father's illness, and he was not afraid. On the contrary, he felt that his father was having a very difficult time.

Xiao Yanqing sometimes wondered if it was her mother's death that took away her father's happiness and made him so sad.

If his mother hadn't given birth to him, she wouldn't have left, and his father wouldn't have had such a difficult time...

Xia Zi looked at Xiao Yan Qing and felt his eyes well up with tears. He replied softly, "Please rest assured, Your Highness. This servant will take good care of His Majesty. If you are tired of waiting, please go back first. This servant will send someone to deliver a message to you after His Majesty is feeling better."

The young prince is very precocious, but also very pitiful.

The wet nurse took little Yan Qing away.

At this moment, Song Xuan was already somewhat delirious, and a sharp pain in his head made him unable to care about anything else.

He tormented himself by constantly replaying the days he spent with Shen Qingnian, trying to convince himself that this had nothing to do with Shen Qingnian, that she hadn't schemed against him...

Their feelings for each other remained pure and beautiful. How could someone as kind as Qingnian possibly scheme against him?

He couldn't believe it, he dared not believe it...

Seeing that Song Xuan's face was pale and he looked extremely pained, Xia Zi was so frightened that he quickly called Jin Yi over. The two of them worked together to help him back to Si Qing Palace.

On the way back to Siqing Palace, Song Xuan fainted. Whenever his headache flared up, it was excruciating. If he was thinking about something, the pain would surge like a tidal wave and become uncontrollable.

Even in his unconscious state, he kept murmuring Shen Qingnian's name, filled with resentment and unwillingness...

Inside Siqing Hall—

[Xiao Yanqing: A mad father, a mother who faked her death, a younger sister he never saw, and a broken man.]

The young prince is worrying a great deal.