The third prince looked at the expression on Mu Xue's face and had a bad feeling in his heart.
"My lady, the soup is here, drink it quickly to warm yourself up."
Mu Xue took the soup and drank it all, then raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth.
"Go and bring over the box that contains my portrait."
The maid brought the box, put it on the ground, squatted down and opened it.
The third prince approached the box, which was filled with his portraits.
"My lady, do you want to see this portrait again?"
Mu Xue shook her head, picked up the candle next to her and threw it into the box without hesitation.
The scene changed, and the third prince came to the emperor's bedroom.
He tried to walk out to see Mu Xue, but his legs couldn't move.
Mu Xue could even burn precious paintings, and the words he heard clearly meant she wanted to say goodbye to him or the palace.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Mei just went to Concubine Xue and announced that she is pregnant."
The Third Prince looked at "himself" sitting at the long table with a calm expression, "How could she be pregnant when I didn't even touch her?"
While the two were talking, a young eunuch ran in hurriedly.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Xue committed suicide."
The Third Prince wanted to rush out, but he heard "himself" say indifferently: "Xue Fei? Since she committed suicide, give her a proper burial."
The tone of his voice was as if he was saying that the weather was nice today, so bland that the Third Prince wanted to slap "himself".
Tell yourself that you lost the little girl you have been looking for, and the person who loves you the most.
But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't open them.
"It's snowing outside," the young eunuch exclaimed, "How can it snow before winter even begins?"
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