Yun Xiangye said to Ye Wanhe, "Sister."

Ye Wanhe said to Yun Xiangye, "You should quickly give up this idea of ​​deceiving the emperor."

Yun Xiangye asked, "Don't you want to leave the palace and see your uncle and aunt again?"

Ye Wanhe listened to the ceremonial music, took off her cloak, handed it to Yun Xiangye and said, "The banquet has begun, you should go and join the banquet."

Yun Xiangye had no choice but to go to Yuhua Palace for the banquet first.

On the way to Yuhua Hall.

Yun Xiangye spoke in the Yongxing City dialect, "Sister, my uncle and aunt miss you so much. You shouldn't waste your life as a slave."

Ye Wanhe listened to the local accent that she had not heard for a long time. She could only understand it, but could no longer speak it.

Ye Wanhe still remembered that when she was in Chang'an just now, she spoke with the accent of her hometown, which made the young palace maids in the embroidery room often imitate her speech.

Later, I gradually corrected my accent. Now, when I hear Yun Xiangye speaking her hometown dialect, I miss home so much, especially the vegetarian spring rolls my mother used to make every Chinese New Year...

Seeing that Ye Wanhe said nothing more, Yun Xiangye was afraid that others would hear her, so she stopped trying to persuade her.

As soon as Yun Xiangye and Ye Wanhe came out of the abandoned courtyard, they saw a man wearing a purple python robe.

After four years, Zhao Jing hasn't changed much, he still looks the same as before...

Ye Wanhe stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Prince of Chu."

"Yellow leaves?"

Zhao Jing stood there, staring blankly at Yun Xiangye beside Ye Wanhe.

For a moment he thought he was dreaming, otherwise how could he see Yun Xiangye in the palace.