"elder brother!"

Qin Ye ran all the way out of the palace and rushed back to the Imperial Master's Mansion. He caught the servants and asked, "Where is my brother?"

"Have you seen my brother?"

"Where's my brother?"

The servants were terrified, and they all shook their heads and said the same thing: "I don't know...we don't know either...didn't they enter the palace...Princess, we really don't know..."

I questioned everyone in the mansion, but got no results.

Qin Ye felt his chest was tight and he was so tired that he could hardly breathe. He ran to a remote corner of the back house and unexpectedly found a pile of hot ashes with wisps of green smoke rising from it.

Still smoking, it just burned out.

That's a huge pile of ash, it looks like a lot of things were burned.

She was stunned.

What are you burning?

What needs to be thrown here and burned?

She ran forward and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar small corner of a wooden frame among the ashes.

this……

Isn’t it the camphor wood used for mounting paintings?

Qin Ye's breath tightened, and he stepped into the hot ashes without hesitation, digging out the unburned stars and fire. His hands were burned and blistered. As if he didn't feel any pain, he grabbed a piece of unburned from the thick ashes...

A small piece...

painting.

It was a painting she drew herself, of Ling Yixing sitting under a crabapple tree, reading quietly!

"Princess!" Ai Ai ran over anxiously, "There's still fire here...your hand is bleeding!"

"Xiao Ye, you are hurt!"

"Get the medicine quickly!"

Everyone looked at her hands worriedly, because when she was digging away the sparks from the fire, she got burned by the scorching heat, causing her skin to break and bleed.

Everyone is worried about her.

Only Qin Ye stood there stiffly, with his head lowered, looking at the corner of the painting that remained in his palm. His anxious heart suddenly became silent.

It seemed as if she was the only one left in the vast world.

I have eliminated all sounds from my ears, leaving only the painting in my hand and those memories.

Everyone was anxious and worried, some were taking medicine, some were applying ointment.

Qin Ye suddenly pulled his hand away, looked at Ai Ai, and said calmly: "Ai Ai, you must keep this secret from me forever, until I go crazy and die."

Ai Ai was shocked.

Facing the princess's dead eyes, he couldn't help but redden his eyes, tears flowed like beads from a broken string, "Princess..."

"I……"

"I'm sorry Princess!"

Ai Ai knew that she couldn't keep it secret. Such a big thing had happened and the princess was such a smart person, how could she possibly keep it secret?

Even if you can hide it for a while, you can't hide it forever.

She is heartbroken!

Ai Ai fell to her knees and cried bitterly, grabbing the hem of her skirt, "Princess, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of the master. The master... is gone."

She watched the adult close his eyes.

She accompanied the adults on their last journey.

Qin Ye stood there stiffly, even though her heart had sunk to the extreme, even though her breathing, her heartbeat, her soul and her cognition told her the worst outcome, but she still asked expectantly:

"What do you mean by go?"

Her lips moved, her voice trembling, "Did he...go on a journey?"

Ai Ai cried so hard that she couldn't speak. "Just treat him as an adult and go traveling. A man of his rank and talent shouldn't be bound by the darkness, disputes, corruption and chaos of the capital."

"Princess, my Lord said that he is gone, you don't have to worry about him..."