Emperor Nanyuan was so angry that he slapped Jun Yilin in the face.

Bang!

Exceptionally loud.

"You bastard, listen to what you are saying. I have raised you for nothing for so many years. Get lost!"

He kicked angrily, kicking Jun Yilin four or five meters away.

Queen Nanyuan felt distressed: "Yilin..."

"They are all good sons you taught, but they only know how to go against me! Look at Yuan'er, he is my lucky star and can make the country prosperous. From now on, if you dare to say bad things about Yuan'er again, you will be going against me!"

snort!

With a cold voice, Emperor Nanyuan turned away.

Queen Nanyuan's eyes were red. She walked quickly forward and helped Jun Yilin up.

"Yilin, are you okay?"

There was a clear red slap mark on Jun Yilin's face, and the corner of his mouth was broken. A few strands of hair were scattered, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He seemed to be completely unaware of the pain and murmured:

"Mother, tell me, when we slapped my sister, how much pain she must have felt..."

When Queen Nanyuan heard this, her whole body trembled, and in an instant, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

At the beginning...

That day, when Prince Chen and Emperor Li were fighting, Qin Ye begged them to send troops, but they punched, kicked, and slapped him...

Thinking of this, her heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife. Tears fell down like beads from a broken string. She opened her mouth and breathed in big gulps. She felt like she was dying of pain.

Jun Yilin smiled bitterly and left.

The emperor devoted all his attention to Jun Luoyuan, and even disowned his own sons for the sake of an outsider.

What is the difference between the father today and them back then?

No matter how much you say, it's all useless.

He walked with tired steps, dragging his weathered back, and staggering along, his steps sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

At the palace gate.

A sweet voice came into the palace:

"elder brother!"

Jun Yilin was shocked and looked up subconsciously.

There were only a few people walking on the street at night. He immediately saw the slender figure running towards him.

"Ono?!"

His heart tightened and he suddenly became anxious.

His vision was blurry and he couldn't see clearly.

But that was clearly my sister’s face!

My sister is back?!

Jun Yilin rushed forward, stretched out his hands, and watched the woman running towards him. An inexplicable joy filled his heart: "Xiao Ye..."

"elder brother!"

In his arms, he fell into nothingness.

He staggered forward four or five steps, feeling a little dazed. His arms felt empty. He turned his head and saw the woman throwing herself into Ling Yixing's arms.

Holding the man's arm, she said coquettishly:

"Brother, why did you finish your work so late? I've been waiting for you outside for a long time."

The voice was soft and had a slight nasal tone from a cold.

Ling Yixing quickly took off his outer robe, put it on her, and led her away, "There is a divination ceremony tonight. I asked you to go to bed early, why are you so disobedient."

Qin Ye snorted:

"Aren't I worried about you?"

She was afraid that what happened last time would happen again.

"I have to keep an eye on you at all times to ensure your safety. If anything happens to you, how can I live alone?"

"You're talking nonsense again."

"No way, hehe, it's cold at night, brother, let's get in the carriage and go home quickly."

"Okay, let's go home."

Ling Yixing helped Qin Ye get on the carriage and returned to the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Jun Yilin stood there stiffly, still in a daze.

Just now, from a distance, he thought Ling Ye was Qin Ye; he thought the "brother" he called was him; he thought Qin Ye was back...

It turns out that he was just imagining it.

No one will call him brother anymore.

His heart hurts so much!