The emperor has ordered the renovation of the Xia Mansion, replacing tiles and adding bricks.

With this order, a special worker came here. In one afternoon, the Xia Mansion had undergone a great change. Although it did not restore its original appearance, it was very close to the existence in Xia Xiao's memory.

In the evening, the workers were still busy. Tonight, the lights here would be on all night. The gate of the mansion was spacious, but it was extremely crowded at this time. Countless feet stepped back and forth, and then a new window peach tree was moved. Although it was moved carefully, it still shook off a lot of colorful fallen petals, which mixed with the dirt of the bricks and tiles.

Behind the newly erected wisteria corridor, Xia Xiao looked at the peach trees planted in the backyard. Before his father came back, the place would be roughly renovated and look brand new. But what bothered him now was not the affairs of the Xia Mansion.

A light breeze blew behind him. Xia Xiao turned his head slightly and saw a quiet and pretty girl walking towards him.

"Let's go there in the evening."

Shu Shuang nodded, knowing what Xia Xiao meant.

The word "wait" made the evening seem particularly long. The sun, which usually sets quickly, hung in the sky, taking a long time to go back, wasting time and wearing down people's minds. When most of the bright lights in the imperial capital were turned off, Xia Xiao showed some impatience and made hand seals one after another.

Ju Mang circled around, looking at the commotion in Xia Mansion, and couldn't help asking:

"My goodness, are we going to change it to a paradise?"

Peach wood can ward off evil spirits, but ordinary people don't dare to plant it easily. However, because Xia Xiao was ill for a long time when he was a child, the Xia family planted it. Now it has become a habit and it is also a beautiful scenery.

"Go to the palace."

Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang knelt on one knee on Ju Mang's back to maintain their balance.

"Fly higher."

Ju Mang felt that something was wrong with Xia Xiao today, and so did Shu Shuang. Whether through the spiritual contract or the wild pattern, Xia Xiao was not in a good mood at this moment. He was like a pool of cold autumn water, which had rippled for Shu Shuang, and although it did not shake at this moment, a hibiscus flower on the shore was about to fall. That kind of sadness made the lake water even colder.

The higher Ju Mang flew, the colder Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang felt. They shivered even in the summer. But they had no choice but to avoid the gaze of the powerful men in the palace.

"Which way?"

Ju Mang was mediating in the sky. Not knowing the way, he turned his head and looked at Xia Xiao.

"Don't worry, I don't know either."

"ah?"

Going to the palace late at night but not knowing the way?

Ju Mang rarely saw Xia Xiao being so abrupt, but he stood up from behind Ju Mang and looked at the huge palace. It was unexpected for him to see Si Yunying today, not to mention knowing where she lived. But she should live deep inside. With this vague clue, Xia Xiao looked around and saw a sunny courtyard with candlelight, and said:

"The light on the left is bright in the deep palace."

After Xia Xiao finished speaking, Ju Mang descended. When the height was right, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang jumped off his back and skillfully formed seals. In the blink of an eye, Ju Mang returned to the forest, and Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang also landed, but a gust of wind was inadvertently raised around them, which frightened the guards.

Pulling Shu Shuang to hide behind the rockery in the courtyard, Xia Xiao touched the ground with his palm.

Any place where plants grow can be sensed by the Wood Element Qi. Compared with directly using Qi to sense, this method is more covert and effective.

"There are a lot of guards."

Xia Xiao looked like a thief, afraid of being discovered. Shu Shuang asked:

"Why not just go in?"

"It's not easy to see an unmarried princess. Even if we go in as doctors, she won't want to see you."

Xia Xiao did not hide it from Shu Shuang, and told her about meeting Si Yunying in the library during the day. But Shu Shuang didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or it was true, she felt that Xia Xiao was a little impatient with her today, was she talking too much?

"Walk!"

After Xia Xiao finished speaking, he rushed into the room like a flash of fire. Shu Shuang was a little anxious, but still followed him.

The two of them moved so fast that they cut off the early summer night breeze and even blew a small hibiscus flower off the branch and onto the ground.

This early flower is a messenger sent by the whole hibiscus bush to see where it is and whether it should bloom in midsummer. But it drifts away, telling everyone not to wait, to bloom freely, and not to save the most beautiful colors for midsummer. Because the princess in the room is no longer coughing.

"I'm so tired, you guys are finally here."

"Go back and rest."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The guards who were changing shifts were still far away, so the guards at the door walked over impatiently, giving Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang a chance. They had to stand there for a whole day, and no one was made of iron. If it weren't for the imperial guards' armor that was like a responsibility, they would definitely sit crookedly at the door and take a nap.

Just one minute later, when the guards who were changing shifts stood in front of the princess's door again, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang looked at each other, put their index fingers in front of their mouths, and signaled them not to make a sound.

In order to make it easier for the maid to take care of the princess, the candles in the room were kept burning and most of them were still half lit, so no one would come in for a while.

It was easier to get into the boudoir than Xia Xiao thought. The guards heard the wind but didn't go to check. Who would come to the princess's room? Everyone who knew the princess knew that she was weak and had a short life, and she had no influence on the state. Therefore, there was wind when there was wind, and it was windy at night.

The room was unusually plain, which was Xia Xiao's first impression. There were no calligraphy or paintings on the walls, and the only two potted plants on the windowsill were medicinal herbs, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance. If there wasn't a pile of thick books on the desk, if these books weren't all poetry collections, Xia Xiao wouldn't be sure Si Yunying lived here.

The room was too quiet and Si Yunying didn't cough for a long time.

Feeling strange, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang lowered their heads and squatted beside Si Yunying's bed. But before they felt her pulse, they both frowned. When they looked at each other, they saw a trace of panic in each other's eyes. How could she be dead?

Xia Xiao couldn't help but think of the scene when Si Yunying walked down the stairs of the library during the day. Her thin figure was shaky and seemed about to fall. He pulled Si Yunying's hand out from under the quilt. Although it was still a little warm, it always gave Xia Xiao a chill.

Shu Shuang reached out to feel the patient's pulse, and before she closed her eyes and listened carefully, she had already reached a conclusion and confirmed the result.

"Xia Xiao..."

Doctors hate to see patients collapse in front of them. The feeling of powerlessness and self-blame made Shu Shuang speechless for a moment. But Si Yunying passed away!

In the gauze bed curtains, the pale-faced woman left this world peacefully. The poems in the book all ended with a period, some were very short, with only a few words, and her life was the same. But she never thought that at the end of her life, Xia Xiao would stand beside her, bowing his head in silence.

The candlelight dimmed a little, and Shu Shuang put the little hand back into the quilt.

"Let's go."

Xia Xiao opened the window beside him, and when Shu Shuang came over, he glanced at the bed curtains. Then he raised his hands helplessly, ready to make a seal, but he forgot how to perform the seal.

His mind was a little blank. Xia Xiao, who was used to seeing death, felt a tremor in his heart and a sour nose. But soon, the footsteps of the maids came from outside the door, not giving him time to grieve. The maids came to check on the princess's condition regularly. Half an hour ago, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang were still in the air, and they left, just as skillfully as they came now.

"Xia Xiao?"

Shu Shuang bit her lip, pulled Xia Xiao out of the window, and then closed it. Although he hesitated for a moment, he still made seals with both hands. After Ju Mang appeared, he left with Shu Shuang.

Ju Mang flew into the deep blue sky like a big bird, and in the wind, a drop of crystal clear water floated to the window.

Looking down from a high place, one could see that the palace was lit up. In the eyes of the people of Daxia, the emperor, who was extremely tall, was like a small black dot dotted by a brush, rushing out in a hurry and heading in the direction where Xia Xiao came from.

Xia Xiao was getting farther and farther away from the palace, but the emperor came to the outside of the princess's room.

The hibiscus flowers in front of the door had fallen, but Si Yi had no time to look. He walked into the room, the imperial physician was kneeling, the maid was kneeling, the young eunuch was kneeling, no one was saying a word, as if half of the country had disappeared. Perhaps when he left, it would be the same scene, Si Yi could probably imagine it. He was in a heavy mood, and sat down by the bed without saying a word.

After pulling open the bed curtains, Si Yunying's pale face, as pale as death, was revealed.

After sitting for a long time, Si Yi, holding Si Yunying's little hand, said in a weak voice:

"Everyone, go down."

The person is dead and cannot be brought back to life. There is no need to bother these imperial doctors anymore.

With a sigh, Si Yi felt a lump in his throat. Most of his memories were from his childhood. Since he became the emperor, although he and Si Yunying lived in the same palace, they seemed to be separated. How could a brother accompany his younger sister and calculate the time? But when Si Yi was growing up, Si Yunying also suffered corresponding loneliness and pain.

“Maybe this is also a kind of relief.”

Si Yi comforted himself. When Si Yunying was around, he always had irregular breathing, panting after walking a few steps, and felt weak all over. Now he had left this heavy world and was going to find his father, the emperor, and his mother.

When the candle wick could no longer be picked up, the maid replaced it with a new candle. Below, Eunuch Mu walked forward with a hunched back and a collection of poems in his hands.

The collection of poems was untitled. When it was opened, there were only two characters, Xia Xiao. The handwriting was neat and every stroke was extremely clear. This was Si Yunying's handwriting!

"This collection of poems will be given to Xia Xiao as the princess wishes?"

Si Yi hesitated. Now that Si Yunying was gone, it would be useless to give it to Xia Xiao. It would only cause more trouble. If he were an ordinary person, he would never let his sister suffer such an injustice. But he had no choice but to be the King of Xia!

"Don't see me off. Just go with Ying'er."

The two characters Xia Xiao are not complicated, but it is this name that explains half of Si Yunying's life. She was ignorant in her childhood, and had a crush on someone in her youth. Even if the other person was in adversity, Si Yunying would still wait for him. She wrote this book for four years, with a total of hundreds of poems, all related to Xia Xiao.

When I opened it, there was a handwritten catalogue.

If it weren't for the content of these poems, Si Yi would never have believed that they were written by Ying'er. Because the artistic conception is clear, the words are accurate, and it has the style of a master, and it doesn't look like it was written by a young girl at all. But this collection of poems has some flaws, such as the last page is blank, and there is no title.

Placing him in Si Yunying's arms, Si Yi, who had just fallen asleep for only an hour, looked at Eunuch Mu with bloodshot eyes.

"Gao Mu, prepare to bury Ying'er quietly tomorrow. There's no need to spread the news."

It might be a bit abrupt to bury a princess of a country quietly, but Si Yunying didn't like noise.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Eunuch Mu was hunched over, his old face full of pain, and was about to leave when Si Yi said again:

"Send all the hibiscus in the city to the palace."

Eunuch Mu nodded. He would make the princess' resting place full of bright red hibiscus flowers. It was a pity that the flowers withered this year, but they could bloom again next year. But this person, once gone, would never come back.

Thinking back to the past, this lovely princess once grabbed his sleeve and called him Grandpa Mu.

In the corridor, Gao Mu wiped away his tears after seeing off two generations of emperors. It was him again, an old man sending off a young man!