Although it is early summer in April, it is still very cold at night.

The white silk that had just been removed from the East Palace was hung up again.

In the bedroom, Zhao Yun hugged Ye Wanhe tightly in his arms, hoping she would wake up.

Zhao Yun touched Ye Wanhe's pale face and choked with regret, "Why did you really have to commit suicide? If you threatened to die, I would definitely do as you wish. Why didn't you even give me a chance?"

"How can you be so cruel?"

Zhao Yun said, "Wake up! If you wake up, I will let you be the Crown Princess as Ye Wanhe...Wake up, okay?"

"How could you abandon Yu'er? How could you bear to abandon Yu'er?"

"I won't let you die, Wanhe, please wake up, okay? Wake up..."

Zhao Yun whispered in Ye Wanhe's ear, tears streaming down his face. He didn't want to believe that Wanhe would die, didn't want to believe that she had parents and a child who would commit suicide, but now her body was in his arms...

The candlelight in the bedroom gradually dimmed, and after it burned out, the entire bedroom fell into silence.

Zhao Yun kept recalling every detail of the past eleven years. When he first left his mother and moved into the Eastern Palace, Ye Wanhe was by his side.

From a considerate palace maid at the beginning, to becoming his woman later.

When he found out she was pregnant for the first time, all he wanted was to ask her to abort the child. He just didn't know what to do.

Later, after learning that the wet nurse had given her abortion pills, Zhao Yun felt guilty towards her, but he no longer wanted to let her go...

Now I think carefully about what I have done to her over the past seven years...

I was constantly despising her, looking down on her, doting on her, but never giving her any respect...

Zhao Yun was filled with regret. He had clearly made her the Crown Princess, so why did he still care about her background?

Zhao Yun felt extremely regretful and blamed himself.

"I'd rather you kill me."

"If you feel that my becoming a mute slave isn't enough to vent your anger, you can use other means to retaliate against me..."

"Why do you treat me like this? Why do you want to avenge me with your own death?"

Zhao Yun shed tears in extreme pain. In the dim bedroom, his vision gradually became blurred.

The sky gradually brightened.

Li Quan opened the bedroom door a little.

Queen Wei carried Yu'er in from the palace gate. When she entered, she saw Zhao Yun hugging Ye Wanhe's corpse with a deathly pale face. He no longer had the vigor and vitality of the past, nor the arrogance and dignity of the crown prince.

Empress Wei walked up to Zhao Yun holding the baby. As she got closer, she saw a lot of white hair on Zhao Yun's head. "Yun'er, she is dead. You should mourn as soon as possible. You still have Yu'er and your mother."

Zhao Yun raised his eyes and looked at Yu'er in Queen Wei's arms. He whispered, "Fortunately, there is Yu'er..."

Queen Wei nodded and said, "Yes, you still have Yu'er. Mother knows you are sad, but Wanhe is gone. You should have gotten over your grief long ago and raise Yu'er well."

Zhao Yun said in a deep and hoarse voice, "Mother, you, father, and Yu'er are here."

Queen Wei frowned slightly and said, "Zhao Yun! Yu'er is so young. How can your mother and father protect him until he grows up? Yu'er is pitiful enough without a mother, he cannot be without a father as well."

Zhao Yun cried helplessly, "Mom, I'm the one who let her down, it's me!"

"I'm the one who deserves to die. She might as well have killed me... She actually chose to commit suicide... Mother, I can no longer forgive myself. I forced her to death. I should have gone to accompany her..."

Queen Wei advised, "Yun'er, no, you didn't force her to death. Don't think that way. She's gone. What about Yu'er? Even if you don't think about Yu'er's mother, you should think about her. She still has elderly parents at home. Her parents came all the way to Chang'an. How sad they must be to learn of their daughter's death. They can no longer fulfill their filial duties. You have to fulfill your filial duties on Wanhe's behalf."

Queen Wei said anxiously, "You must not have any stupid ideas, Zhao Yun, you must not have any stupid ideas!"

His Majesty, who was outside the palace, heard the commotion inside and entered to look at Zhao Yun and said, "Thank goodness you studied hard since childhood, you were born to be the crown prince of the Great Sheng. As a man, your ambition is not to serve the country or the people, yet you would do something so foolish for a woman?"

"How do you think Yu'er, a little baby, will be able to inherit the throne smoothly without a father or mother to look after him after you're gone?"

Zhao Yun lowered his eyes to look at the quiet face in his arms, bit his lips, and closed his eyes in grief.

He would rather be a mute slave, suffer in the Zhu family winery, and sleep with the cows in the cowshed than endure such heart-wrenching pain.

His Majesty instructed Li Quan beside him, "You must take good care of His Highness and make sure he does not get hurt in the slightest."

His Majesty then ordered several palace maids in Fengyi Palace to move Ye Wanhe's body from Zhao Yun's arms to the mourning hall.

However, Zhao Yun still held Ye Wanhe tightly and did not allow the palace maids to touch Ye Wanhe at all.

Queen Wei sighed and said, "Yun'er, death is the greatest thing. Wanhe committed suicide in her wedding dress. She needs to be buried as soon as possible, otherwise her resentment will linger in the world."

Zhao Yun wept and said, "I'd rather she was filled with resentment and lay dying beside me. I'd rather she come after me to take her own life..."

Gu Yan, who was standing at the door of the palace, heard what Zhao Yunzhi said inside and looked at Yun Xiangye who was crying silently beside him.

Last night, Yun Xiangye and her mother entered the East Palace and did not return all night. Gu Yan knew something had happened. This morning, Gu Yan waited for the palace gate to open and hurried in, only to learn the news that Ye Wanhe had committed suicide.

Gu Yan pulled Yun Xiangye to a pavilion in the middle of a lake in the East Palace. No one could eavesdrop in the pavilion, so it was a good place to talk.

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