Chapter 52 How can it be called a promise if it is not spoken out?
He Yanchen's eyes were somewhat empty. He raised his hand and stroked Yueli's cheek bit by bit.
The fingertips left a red mark on the fair face, which seemed to ruin this beautiful face.
He tried to withdraw his hand, but Yueli suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed her cheek against his palm.
"Your Majesty, let me wipe your hands." Yue Li's voice was very soft. She took her silk handkerchief and wiped him carefully.
She didn't know what had happened, but she knew that He Yanchen never needed sympathy.
He can endure the attacks of poison year after year alone, so he is destined not to be a fragile person.
He just needs to vent and company.
The night breeze is gentle and the moon is high in the sky.
It was very quiet all around, with only the sound of Yueli sobbing from time to time.
Her tears fell on the back of the man's hand, and He Yanchen suddenly pulled his hand back as if it was burned.
The silk fell to the ground and was instantly soaked by the blood.
He turned around, his tall figure looking particularly lonely:
"Go back."
Yueli didn't want to leave. She had always been very brave. Just like now, she took two steps forward and hugged the man's waist from behind.
"Can't I accompany Your Majesty?"
She didn't ask He Yanchen if he needed someone to accompany him, she just wanted to stay with him.
The man didn't say anything. Yue Li was very weak, so he easily broke free from her and walked into the hall.
Yue Li stood there in a daze for a moment, then quickly followed him, even considerately closing the door.
There were only two candles burning in the bedroom, and the light was very dim.
He Yanchen sat on the edge of the couch, watching Yue Li awkwardly looking at him secretly. After hesitating for a while, he took small steps forward and gently grabbed his sleeve.
It was just like when we first met in Jiangning.
He Yanchen looked up at her in the dim light. He never liked to reminisce about the past, but at this moment he couldn't help but think of the time at the Jiangning prefect's house.
At that time, he came out of the banquet and found a place to sit down and get some fresh air to sober up, but he heard a woman's voice in the bushes next to him.
He turned his head slightly and saw a woman squatting on the cobblestone path, teasing the kitten in the garden.
The kitten didn't seem to like her very much. It curled up with its back to her, with only its tail wagging from time to time.
The woman teased him for a while, then seemed a little annoyed and angry: "Do you think I really want to touch you?"
"If you weren't so cute, I wouldn't want to touch you!"
Her voice was as soft and sticky as that of a Jiangnan woman. Even when she was angry, people didn't feel scared, only cute.
He listened to her squatting there mumbling to the kitten, cursing the prefect and some General Xiao over and over again, and complaining to herself why there was no rich and good-looking young man to redeem her.
He Yanchen wanted to laugh when he heard this.
He did not leave immediately, but deliberately exposed his jade pendant and walked past her.
Then, she grabbed her sleeve, tilted her fair little face up, and looked at him pitifully:
"I want to serve you, sir..."
It's like a stray kitten, trying hard to catch a good owner.
If she had known that she was such a cruel person, would she have regretted it?
He Yanchen thought about it and asked involuntarily.
In the shadow of the candlelight, Yue Li shook her head without hesitation: "Your Majesty is the best in my heart."
She slowly knelt before him, resting her face on his knees and holding his hand. "If it weren't for Your Majesty, I wouldn't know where I would have been sold to. When I was little in Chunfeng Pavilion, I saw many sisters being sold to those bad people, and they didn't live long before they died. If it weren't for Your Majesty, I don't know if I would still be alive."
He Yanchen frowned, subconsciously unwilling to think about the possibilities she mentioned.
"And your majesty is so good to me. Last time I fell into the water and I was lost in the woods, it was your majesty who saved me." Yue Li used to say nice things half-truthfully to please him, but now, her heart is full of attachment to He Yanchen, and sweet words come out of her mouth.
"Your Majesty is the best person in the world to me! I will stay by your side for the rest of my life."
lifetime.
He Yanchen wanted to laugh at her, but when he met her sparkling eyes, he couldn't bear to hit her.
With her temper, who else can stand it except herself?
What would she do if he died?
He Yanchen rarely thinks about this question.
"Your Majesty?" Yue Li saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, so she propped herself up and looked up at him. "If Your Majesty has any worries, I can help you share your worries."
"How can you help me share my worries?"
"Whoever makes Your Majesty unhappy, I will scold him along with you!"
He Yanchen smiled.
He pinched Yueli's chin, stroking it gently with his fingertips: "I don't need you to join me in scolding him. I have already whipped his corpse and ground his bones into ashes."
Yueli's eyelashes trembled, a little scared, but mostly curious: "What did he do to Your Majesty?"
"He put a curse on me, and the poison in my body was brought by the curse." He Yanchen did not hide it from her. In fact, he also wanted to know how Yue Li would react.
He recalled that day in the imperial mausoleum. Even Ji Ming, who had served him since childhood, and his trusted ministers Chu Yi and others could not hide their inner fear and terror.
This is how the world is. Filial piety is paramount. For people like him, others will not care what their elders do to them, but will only despise their unorthodox behavior.
Only someone as simple-minded as Yue Li would not be afraid of him.
Poison?
Yue Li had only heard of poison in storybooks. Who could use such a vicious method to harm He Yanchen?
So he went crazy because he found out someone had put a curse on him?
Moreover, the person who put the poison on him must be someone he had never thought of, or even a close person, otherwise he would not have given up on himself like he did in his previous life.
The Empress Dowager? The late Emperor? Or who?
Yueli thought that if someone poisoned her and killed her when she became a noble concubine and was about to enjoy wealth and glory, she would want to tear out the person's tendons and skin him alive.
"It's the late emperor." He Yanchen even added with a smile in the face of her confused gaze.
He thought cruelly that if Yueli was afraid of him, he would kill her.
Yueli was stunned.
It turned out to be the late emperor?
In her previous life, she vaguely knew some secrets. The late emperor loved virtuous kings and could even depose the crown prince he personally appointed, not to mention He Yanchen.
"Your Majesty, why didn't you call me?" Yue Li said with a genuine sense of regret. "I want to see what happens to such a wicked man."
He Yanchen's eyes froze for a moment, and then he heard Yue Li say, "Your Majesty, do you know that the first person I hate in my life is my mother, the one who sold me to Chunfeng Pavilion."
Even if she was sold to some mansion as a maid, Yueli probably wouldn't hate her that much.
"If I ever run into her, I'd like to give her a good beating." Yue Li looked at him. "Would Your Majesty think I was vicious?"
He Yanchen's breathing became a little disordered. He gently stroked the woman's cheek and said after a long while, "No."
Yueli then smiled and rubbed his thigh: "Then I will not think that Your Majesty did anything wrong."
"Besides, isn't Le Yue helping His Majesty detoxify now?" She bit her lip a little aggrievedly, "I won't be jealous of her anymore. Let her help His Majesty detoxify."
"Whoever tried to poison Your Majesty must be coveting Your Majesty's throne."
"Then Your Majesty should live a good life. Why should you hand over the world to others?"
He Yanchen looked at her quietly, and seeing her indignant look as she stood up for him, his heart suddenly softened.
Yueli gave him a bright smile and said, "I will always be with Your Majesty."
He Yanchen sat up and stroked her head slowly: "Jiaojiao, promises cannot be made lightly."
Otherwise he would take it seriously.
"How can it be called a promise if it's not spoken?" Yue Li smiled and stood up, hugged him, and clung to him, "I will cling to Your Majesty for the rest of my life."
She kissed He Yanchen on the face, a light kiss.
Even though the two of them had done more intimate things before, He Yanchen still felt his heart beating at this moment.
In his world, the wind and snow stopped suddenly.
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