After a long time, the door of the meditation room finally opened.

Master Hui Ku walked out of the meditation room, his face pale and exhausted.

He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.

"I, the poor monk, have lived up to your trust. Your Highness has finally been completely freed of the poison."

Bai Luoqiu bowed to express his gratitude, and Ning Xihua felt relieved.

Master Hui Ku looked at Ning Xihua, his eyes still as peaceful as when he first met her.

"The princess asked the poor monk a question before. I wonder if the princess has found the answer?"

Ning Xihua was stunned, remembering that when she first met Hui Ku, she asked him whether the predetermined fate could be changed.

She smiled sweetly, radiating vitality in this bleak autumn.

Su Bi is still alive, isn't this the best answer?

Ning Xihua also put her hands together and bowed to Master Hui Ku, saying with gratitude, "The master allowed me to follow my heart at that time, and now I have found the answer."

Whether it is Su Bi's fate or her own fate, it has never been determined by the plot of a simple book.

When she traveled into this book, she and everyone in the book were destined to change. They would have their own personalities, their own thoughts, and things they wanted to work hard for.

Destiny is never set and unchangeable, and what she has to do is to take control of her own destiny and never let the so-called original book's plot affect her life again.

"Amitabha, the princess has great wisdom and great blessings."

Ning Xihua thanked Hui Ku again, but her eyes were looking at the half-open door of the Zen room, "Is it convenient for me to go in and check on your condition?"

Master Hui Ku smiled knowingly and stepped aside to make way for him. "Yes, Princess, please."

Ning Xihua felt a little embarrassed by Master Huiku's smile, but she still nodded at him and Bai Luoqiu, then lifted her skirt and walked quickly towards the meditation room.

In the meditation room, the doors and windows were closed, and the room seemed a little dim.

Su Bi just lay on the couch, closing her eyes quietly.

Ning Xihua did not make a sound to disturb them, but just pushed open all the closed windows. The warm late autumn sunlight shone in, and the room suddenly became bright.

A beam of light fell on Su Bi, and Su Bi opened his eyes due to the brightness.

In front of him was a graceful girl bathed in light. He felt an unprecedented sense of relief, and for a moment he actually felt something was unreal.

Ning Xihua saw that he had woken up, walked over and sat beside his bed, leaned over and gently touched his pale cheek, and asked him softly.

"Does it hurt?"

Su Bi was a little dazed, as if no one had asked him if he was in pain for a long time.

If he recalls it carefully, it seems that it was when he was 5 years old and accidentally fell in the palace. His mother came over and gently helped him up and asked him softly, "Does it hurt?"

After that, no one cared whether he was in pain or not.

When he was bullied in Ryukyu, no one asked him if it hurt.

After returning to China, he learned that his mother had passed away. He was treated coldly by his grandfather and no one asked him if he was in pain.

When he was poisoned and then detoxified, he gritted his teeth and persevered, and no one asked him if it hurt.

Following Bai Luoqiu to the battlefield, he was covered in wounds but never said a word, and no one ever asked him if it hurt.

He had become accustomed to being cold and hard. Even Huaichuan and Huailiu, who had followed him for so many years, did not ask him if he was in pain when they saw him injured or poisoned.

In their eyes, he would not feel pain. He would laugh, get angry, be indifferent, but he would not feel pain.

More than ten years passed, and finally there was another little girl who looked at me with a distressed expression and asked me if I was in pain.

Su Bi buried his face in Ning Xihua's palm and said something in a muffled voice.

"pain."

The injuries he had suffered in the past, the unspeakable sadness and pain, really hurt.

Ning Xihua's heart was broken by his cry of pain.

He was such a tall, strong, proud and steady man, but now he was leaning so quietly in his palm, crying out in pain like a spoiled child.

How could she bear this?

The heart of an old lady was breaking out, and the compassion in her was about to overflow.

She reached out her other hand and rubbed his head in a soothing manner, then pulled out a paper package from her sleeve and opened it.

"Eat some sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It's sweet and will relieve the pain."

Su Bi looked at the bag of osmanthus cake and suddenly laughed out loud.

"You know what? When I returned to China at the age of 13, I really wanted to eat osmanthus cake."

At that time, he had just finished extracting the poison for the first time at Lingshan Temple, and his body was still weak. But when he heard that the court was going to send troops to Ryukyu, he went to the palace to ask his father to let him go to the front line with the army.

Although he had not seen his father for seven years and he felt resentful towards him, he still had a little admiration for him.

As soon as he arrived at Yu Garden that day, he saw his father, Su Xu and Concubine Sun together.

The emperor was teaching Su Xu how to write, stroke by stroke, very seriously.

Su Xu was also very competitive. After being taught once, he was able to write it quite well.

Concubine Sun Gui praised him repeatedly, "Your Majesty is really good at teaching people. Xu'er can write like this in one go."

The emperor was also very happy and praised, "Not only does the third son have a personality similar to mine, but he can also imitate some of my charm in calligraphy. My son is smart."

Then he picked up a piece of osmanthus cake from the plate and handed it to Su Xu, "I reward you with a piece of osmanthus cake. I hope you will live up to my expectations, work hard, and achieve success in your studies."

Su Xu took it happily and thanked his father joyfully.

Those three people were like a real family, with a virtuous wife and filial children, living in harmony and happiness.

No one noticed this crown prince in name only sitting in the corner. He was like an outsider who suddenly broke into a world that did not belong to him.

But originally, all of this belonged to him.

He suddenly remembered that he had no famous teacher to teach him, so he could only learn by stealing and practice, and his handwriting was still sloppy. He remembered that he seemed to have never tasted the taste of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

At that moment, he suddenly realized what he had lost over the years.

Not only his mother, but also his life which should have been stable and happy.

At that time he thought that one day he would take back everything he had lost. One day, when he stood at the highest position, he would never be abandoned again.

Su Bi came back to her senses, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of her, and said calmly: "I didn't eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake at that time, and I have never eaten it again since then."

Ning Xihua felt a pang of sadness as she listened to him telling her about his childhood in a calm tone.

"It doesn't matter. Even without the teachings of His Majesty, your calligraphy is still well-rounded and elegant."

She had seen his handwriting, which was so powerful that it could be seen through the paper, and it was as strong as the iron and silver hooks, not inferior to those so-called famous calligraphers. It was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort to practice to this level.

Ning Xihua took out a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in his palm.

"It's like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you never had when you were young, now it's lying in your palm."

She spoke briskly and glanced at him.

Su Bi suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.

He picked up the piece of osmanthus cake and took a light bite.

This is the taste...

“Is it sweet?”

Ning Xihua asked him with a smile.

Su Bi was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"sweet."

I never regret the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I wanted but couldn't get when I was young, but the piece you gave me is the sweetness I have always dreamed of in my life.