Nighthawk held up a jade pendant in his hands, "The young master was indeed sent by the Southern Kingdom. This is what he was wearing when he was picked up as a child, but he didn't know it himself."

The pure white flawless jade looks like a piece of fine mutton fat. Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is definitely not an ordinary thing. The word "Nuo" is engraved in gold on the front.

He Ye clutched the jade pendant, a unique token of the Dajing Imperial Family. The missing Seventh Prince, the dazed Emperor Xu Min, the previously overlooked similar features, and the nameless little Nuozi—all became connected at this moment.

"Report! General, His Majesty has arrived," the eagle landed from the eaves, "His Majesty said he wants to see the young master."

…

Xu Nuo was dizzy in his dream and woke up in a trance. Maybe it was just a dream. He saw himself lying in a luxurious carriage, with the sound of horse hooves clacking in his ears, and his hands were relaxed, without the embarrassing gold chain.

What about He Ye? Don't you want me anymore? Are you going back to the South?

Unfortunately, he didn't have the energy to think too much and fell asleep again.

…

He Ye stood beside the couch. A few hours ago, the young man he had been obsessed with was sleeping there. Now, only an empty gold chain remained.

The door of the room was pushed open roughly, and He Ye walked out of the door impatiently, facing Afu and his mother who was holding a cat beside him.

"master……"

Maybe it was because his expression was very scary, Ah Fu looked at him with fear.

"General, I heard from Ah Fu... When I went to clean up last night, I didn't keep an eye on the beast... and it had the chance to eat a few bites."

She didn't finish her words, but He Ye understood. The orange cat still looked lazy, licking its fur in Afu's mother's arms, looking very comfortable.

Xu Nuo did not put any medicine powder in that bowl of milk porridge.

"Hmm," He Ye twitched his lips, his voice dry, like a rusty old erhu, "step back."

The courtyard that he was used to seeing was suddenly empty, and He Ye thought of his tearful face for no reason.

He said, I never meant to hurt you.

The door of Xu Nuo's room was pushed open, and He Ye walked in. There was still a faint sweet fragrance in the room, which was the unique smell of Xu Nuo, and it made people feel at ease and comfortable.

He had just left here not long ago, but He Ye seemed to not recognize this place anymore. Why was everything so cold and indifferent? Was there no life anywhere?

The snacks on the table had not been finished yet. He Ye walked over and saw that the peach blossom pastry inside looked like it was about to go bad.

There was a small gap in the small drawer on the table, probably because the careless owner didn't close it tightly.

He Ye reached out and opened it, his fingertips trembling.

Inside were some folded papers, some small paper objects, and a packet of medicine powder.

Those pieces of paper were probably used by the owner to practice calligraphy. When they were opened, they were all covered with his name, each stroke neatly written, revealing the writer's clumsiness and endearing charm. Those little things looked like stars, with traces of ink seeping through them. He Ye carefully unwrapped one.

"He Ye will be safe and sound every year."

All the subtle sounds around him froze at this moment, and the blood in his body flowed backwards. He Ye only felt the irony.

The scene before my eyes became blurry. Was it tears?

He Ye reached out and touched the corner of his eye, and felt something wet.

The tall man pressed the note to his chest, fell to the ground, and moved his lips, but no sound came out in the end.

"baby."

"Ding! Heart rate 100!"