Feng Yue frowned. "What?"
"Go ahead and release it." Sisi bought a lamp and placed it at the wishing spot, but she didn't write anything.
"Why aren't you writing?" Feng Yue also brought over a similar lantern. After he finished writing, he took both lanterns and walked to the riverbank to put them in.
Sisi saw that he was also helping an old woman, just like she and Ayan were releasing wishing lanterns.
But this time he wrote...
———Hope and Yu Xue will be together year after year.
"Your Highness, guess what I wrote?"
Feng Yue's gaze was intense, his pupils filled with deep affection. "I wrote that I will only love Your Highness in my entire life."
He spoke slowly, his gaze fixed on her, as if he were truly sincere.
Unfortunately, Sisi showed no expression whatsoever. "Really?"
"nature."
Sisi pointed to the lakeside, where the wishing lantern that had been released floated back. She glanced at him and said, "Go and get it, let me see it."
Feng Yue's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly took the wishing lantern as if nothing had happened.
This time, however, Yu Xue changed the name of the place where she made her wish to Long Sisi.
Looking at the swirling black mist, Sisi smiled faintly, "Feng Yue, it's no use changing yourself, you are not him after all."
"who?"
Sisi didn't say anything.
Just then, Yu Xue ran over, holding two purses in her hands. "Sister, Feng Yue, look, these purses are a pair. You can each have one. Isn't that nice?"
As she spoke, she stuffed two purses into their hands. Feng Yue looked at the mandarin ducks embroidered on them with a somewhat indifferent expression, while Sisi's expression was even more indifferent.
"It's not suitable, I'll give it to you instead."
The purse was put back into Yu Xue's hand. Sisi walked away. Yu Xue looked at her, scratched her head, and said, "Feng Yue, did you make your sister angry again?"
How could I dare?
Feng Yue watched the man's retreating figure, his hand tightening its grip on the purse until it turned to ashes.
Sisi was a little annoyed that she hadn't found the other soul, and to make matters worse, those people in the backyard were really not behaving themselves.
In the evening, Chunxiang rushed over and said, "Your Highness, Young Master Qingyu has hanged himself."
"?"
Sisi frowned. "Why so suddenly?"
"I don't know. He said he only saw you once today, and then he was in a daze when he got back. When the servants brought dinner, they found him hanging from the rafters. Luckily, he was rescued in time, and he's probably alright."
Chunxiang looked up at her again and whispered, "Your Highness, Young Master Qingyu keeps calling your name. Would you like to go over there?"
Sisi didn't move. "No need. It's good that you're alright. I'm busy and don't have time to go over."
"Alright, then this servant will return over there."
Chunxiang replied to the message, and Qingyu's face turned even paler. She stammered, "His Highness refuses to see me. I have made His Highness feel disgusted. I should die."
It took a group of servants to forcefully hold her down.
Chunxiang came again, and Sisi went over to take a look. As soon as she stepped into the palace, a green shadow pounced on her. Sisi moved aside, and he fell to the ground.
"Your Highness..."
Qingyu lay on the ground, tears welling in her eyes, "Do you really despise me and no longer want to touch me?"
"What's all this fuss about now?"
"I don't want to leave the princess's residence." Qingyu forced a smile. "Your Highness, could you please not send me away?"
"You don't have to leave if you don't want to."
As soon as Sisi finished speaking, his eyes lit up. He stood up from the ground, casually tidied his hair, and said, "Your Highness, I made jujube cakes by hand today. Please stay and have some."
Fearing that something might happen to him if she left, Sisi stayed.
When the news spread that the eldest princess had stayed overnight in the Qingyu Palace, the remaining members were furious, especially Fan Jingshu, who was clearly the eldest of the seven and should have come to his place.
Fu Yuan was even more incredulous. When he stormed over, Sisi was tasting pastries made by Qingyu. In Fu Yuan's eyes, the two were very close and intimate.
"Your Highness!"
Sisi looked over and saw Fu Yuan enter with a furious expression. She asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"You dare to cuckold me? Aren't you afraid I'll tell His Majesty?"
After saying that, he glared at Qingyu again. Qingyu pinched her fingertips, a hint of embarrassment on her face.
Sisi put down the pastry in her hand, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and asked, "Why is the Prince Consort so angry? Didn't you go to Yu Xue's place tonight?"
Fu Yuan's expression was somewhat unnatural. He had already gone there once, but Yu Xue kept the door closed and wouldn't let him in. Then he heard the maids gossiping and learned that she had gone to Qingyu's place, so he came over in a huff.
"What's it to you? Come back with me!"
Fu Yuan thought to himself, he had barely managed to get through the illness, so he couldn't let her lose her virginity. He had to get some of her blood tonight to store!
Thinking of this, he strode over and reached out to grab her wrist. Sisi shifted away, and he suppressed his anger, "Come back with me!"
"Your Highness, is he willing to stay...?"
Qingyu came over to persuade him in a soft voice, but Fu Yuan glared at her and said, "Get out! I'm talking to His Highness, what right do you, a mere servant, have to interrupt?"
Sisi stood up. "Alright, what's all the noise about? What do you want with me? If there's nothing, I'm not going back."
"You still want to stay here overnight?"
Qingyu's eyes lit up. He didn't speak, but stared nervously at Sisi. Unfortunately, Sisi didn't respond.
Fu Yuan composed himself. "I have something to say to Your Highness, I..."
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head and blurted out, "I know Yu Jin, she's pregnant."
After he finished speaking, he was stunned.
How could he say such a thing?
And then there's Yu Jin... Who is Yu Jin?
Sisi's expression changed. "What did you just say? You said you know Yujin?"
As if she were urgently searching for this person, Fu Yuan rolled his eyes and coughed twice, "Yes, I know Yu Jin. Aren't you coming back with me?"
"What else do you know?"
He glanced at Qingyu. "Is Your Highness sure you want to talk to me here? Why don't we go back and discuss it?"
"Um."
Sisi followed him back. Along the way, Fu Yuan kept thinking about who Yu Jin was. The more he thought about it, the more confused he seemed to become.
He thought he saw Yu Jin; she was heavily pregnant, smiling, and a man was standing beside her.
That man…
Fu Yuan uttered two words, "A thousand autumns..."
Sisi entered the inner hall. "Tell me, besides Yujin, what else do you remember?"
"Qianqiu, is he Yujin's husband?"
Sisi looked at him, somewhat incredulous that the first person affected by Zhou Qiyan's memories was actually Fu Yuan.
She didn't like Fu Yuan.
"Yes, you can sit down and think about it slowly."
Fu Yuan didn't sit down; he hadn't taken her blood yet.
"Your Highness, are these two people very important to you? Should I send someone to look for them and bring them back to you?"
"No need. If you can't figure it out, you can go back now. Chunxiang, escort the prince consort back."
Fu Yuan rushed to the bed in one stride. "No, I want to stay tonight, Your Highness. I was wrong on our wedding night. Let's make up for it tonight."
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