Before the carriage started moving, a little girl in a flowery dress ran out of the palace gate.

"General! I want to go too!"

Lewen ran forward, and Mammy grabbed him tightly from behind.

"Princess, please go back with us quickly. The Queen is waiting for you!"

In the carriage, the general said firmly: "Let's go!"

Sheng Xiyan gently advised,

"Jiang Jiang, look how sadly Le Wen is crying. She really doesn't want to leave you. You should say goodbye to her properly and don't break her heart."

Jiang Jiang bit his lower lip, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Why did Father drive Mother away? I never want to return to the palace again!"

"Baby, it wasn't your father who asked mother to leave the palace, it was mother who wanted to leave the palace herself."

"My mother is also a liar!"

Jiang Jiang hugged his arms angrily.

In my ears was Lewen's heart-wrenching cry.

Jiangjiang shouted loudly outside the carriage:

"Lewin, I won't marry you. Marry someone else!"

Lewen burst into tears, "No! General, don't leave!"

The carriage started moving again, and the driver said:

"Madam Sheng, we have to hurry up and get on the road. It will take two hours to get to Hanyu Temple!"

Hua Xia stuffed a silver ingot into his pocket and said,

"We're not in a hurry. Please drive slowly. Don't let the bumps hurt our wife."

"good."

The autumn wind blew in through the curtains of the sedan chair, and the red glazed tiles inside the huge high walls were reflected through the gaps.

The emotions that Sheng Xiyan was suppressing in her chest became increasingly difficult to control.

Your Majesty, Xiyan is gone.

If love is hate, we are even.

Thank you for helping me keep Jiang Jiang, thank you for your care and protection.

Xiyan only wishes you a long and healthy life.

Hua Xia wiped her tears,

"My dear, don't cry. Maybe you will come back one day."

Sheng Xiyan held Jiang Jiang in her arms, and both mother and son sobbed.

Can't bear to part with the same person, can't bear to part with the same love.

"Mother, will Father cry too?"

"Mother hopes your father will not cry."

"But Father is also a human being. Every human being cries."

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, a portrait of a woman was hung on the wall, and next to it were portraits of several children.

Xuan Ling stared with his dark red eyes, and after the sharpness, there was dejection and sadness.

Turning towards the hall, two clear tears flowed down his angular cheeks.