Yes, I miss you.

How can I not miss you?

"After my parents left, my brother raised me. Over the years, I have never been apart from him for a day or even a night."

When he was learning from her, no matter how busy he was with his studies or how much homework he had, he would rush home in the evening to have dinner with her.

After he became the imperial teacher, no matter how busy or tedious his official duties were, he would never spend the night outside.

The habits that I have developed over the past twenty years are suddenly taken away from me. It is difficult to form new habits and to adapt.

“He’s very nice.”

Zong Zhengchen felt jealous after hearing this, even though this person was his brother, he still felt jealous.

The daughter-in-law highly praised another man in front of him.

I felt sad inside, but I had to agree: "He deserves the best girl in the world. He will have a good family and lovely children. Don't worry, Ye. It will come true in a few years."

yes.

Five years.

Her brother promised that he would come to find her in five years, and they would live together and never be separated, but why did she feel so sad?

Very uneasy.

I felt inexplicably uneasy, as if something was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Qin Ye looked at the dark night and gently pressed his stuffy chest, feeling something was wrong.

"Zong Zhengchen, I feel uncomfortable..."

Zong Zhengchen hugged her around the waist and said, "Maybe you are tired after a whole day's journey. Go to bed early. We have to continue our journey back to Jiangnan tomorrow morning."

He picked her up and walked towards the tent.

The night breeze blew gently, lifting the strands of hair on her forehead, and the cool wind seemed to blow into her heart.

Suddenly, he asked, "Where is the painting I brought?"

It was the picture she had drawn herself.

That day, Ling Yixing sat in the yard looking at the trees. He sat quietly under the crabapple tree with his eyes lowered. He looked peaceful, as if the years were peaceful and quiet.

She took nothing with her on this marriage, except for the framed painting.

He replied: "It has been collected."

"I want to see it."

"Now?"

Zong Zhengchen was a little surprised, and seemed puzzled by her suddenness, but then he ordered someone to get it. Since he couldn't see Ling Yixing, it would be good to look at his portrait, not to mention that it was painted by Ono himself.

soon.

The attendant came back and said, "Your Highness, the painting is here."

The painting was well packed in the hands that were being presented. It was wrapped in two layers of thick cloth on the outside and a small wooden frame was fixed inside. Even if it shook along the way, it would not be damaged.

Qin Ye took it and unpacked it layer by layer.

She picked up the painting with great joy and turned it over, hoping that the sight of the painting would remind her of the person and ease her longing for him, but when she turned the painting over, it was blank.

A white board?!

Qin Ye's eyes widened slightly, and he grabbed the drawing board and turned it back and forth four times, "Where is my painting!"

He screamed in shock, as if he had lost the most precious treasure in the world, "Where is my drawing? How come it's blank!"

Zong Zhengchen frowned, "Did you take the wrong one?"

The attendant knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Highness, this is the princess' most precious item. When she left the Imperial Master's Mansion, I personally loaded it into the car and watched over it the entire time. There is no way it could have been wrong!"

This was what it looked like when the people from the Imperial Master's Mansion handed the painting to him.

"Get on your fast horse and go back to get it now."

"Yes!" The attendant hurried back to the imperial capital of Nanyuan overnight.

"Maybe someone from the Imperial Master's Mansion took the wrong painting. Don't worry, I'll have someone get it back and you'll be able to see it tomorrow." Zong Zhengchen comforted her.

Qin Ye stared at the spotless blank space on the picture frame, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

This is what she treasures most.

This was packed by Ai Ai herself.

Ai Ai has been with her for more than ten years. She is cautious, thoughtful, stable and reliable. It is impossible for her to make such a low-level mistake.

Ai Ai took the wrong one on purpose.

Why not let her take her brother's paintings away?

Why……

She felt uneasy, extremely uneasy. Something was slipping away, and she couldn't catch it even if she wanted to. She suddenly grabbed the drawing board and stood up:

“I want to go back!”