Chapter 442 Daily Sorting and Analysis
East Palace, Cheng'en Hall.
The hall was eerily quiet; even the air seemed stagnant and oppressive.
Every day I sit alone in the shadow by the window, with my little hands spread out.
The wound on his palm still ached slightly under the bandage that his father had carefully bandaged.
He tried hard to recall every detail of yesterday's stay at the princess's mansion, but his memory seemed to have missed the most important part.
The glaring flash of the sword reflected in the hands of the guards at the gate, the aunt's hysterical crying and cursing, Jiahe's swollen, purple, and lifeless face...
And an anger that did not belong to him, so strong that it almost tore his soul apart!
The anger was so intense, yet so cold, carrying the determination to destroy everything.
Is it "him"?
The "Yan Xingtian" who shared the same body with him but acted more decisively, even almost cruelly?
Tiantian is not stupid, but extremely smart.
Over the years, he had already noticed clues from his physical abnormalities, memory loss, and often uncontrollable behavior.
And vaguely confirmed the existence of "another self".
They seemed like two sides of the same coin, except that "Yan Xingtian" seemed... older than him?
He clearly felt that when the consciousness of "Yan Xingtian" took the lead, his behavior was no longer completely under his control, and most of the time he could only passively follow.
Of course, "Yan Xingtian" would sometimes be "lazy", or it might be more like deliberately training him, leaving him room to make decisions on certain things.
Tiantian remembers most of the things they experienced together.
For example, yesterday, we traced the clues from the horse farm all the way to Princess Taiping's mansion.
He was involved in every step and has a clear memory.
But when and how did he get this injury on his hand?
The edges of the wound were neat, definitely not an accidental scratch!
It looks more like... the words were deliberately scratched with a sharp object!
While applying the medicine, he caught a glimpse of the blurry carving mark, and his father also saw it.
The emperor's eyes instantly became extremely sharp and deep, and he obviously understood the meaning.
But he doesn't understand!
Why?
Is this some unknown way of communication between "Yan Xingtian" and his father?
This feeling of being excluded from the core secret was like a tiny thorn piercing his heart, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.
It was as if both of them were silently saying: You are not ready yet!
But "Yan Xingtian" must have confirmed something of vital importance!
That event might be related to Jiahe's death! Or it might be related to the fate of Dayan!
They share the same body, technically the same person, and he should know that every day!
But why did he forget?
Why is it that no matter how hard I try to recall, that memory seems to be completely erased?
He tapped his solar plexus in frustration every day, trying to bring back Yan Xingtian's consciousness in this way.
In the past, whenever "Yan Xingtian" did something that he didn't want him to know about, he would just disappear and leave the "mess" to him.
At first he was secretly gloating, thinking that the other party deserved it, and asked him not to tell him!
Later I gradually understood that the other party seemed to have to disappear and was forcibly pulled away by some force.
So what exactly was it that forced "Yan Xingtian" to leave?
Is it a person? An object? Or...something beyond comprehension?
Are there really gods and demons in this world?
Tiantian is like a real little adult, with his brows furrowed and his fingers pressing hard on his temples.
For the first time, he realized so clearly that he needed to thoroughly sort out and analyze all the abnormalities in his body over the years.
He must find the fundamental reason why "Yan Xingtian" and he cannot completely integrate and their memories cannot be fully shared!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Tiantian raised his head.
"Enter."
The palace door made a slight sound and Wen Li'er walked in.
"Mother!" Tiantian immediately stood up and threw himself into his mother's warm embrace with a faint pear fragrance.
All the grievances, confusion, fear and inexplicable depression seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.
He choked and defended himself with childish eagerness:
"Mother, I didn't scare cousin Jiahe! Really not!"
"I just went to ask her about the purse! After I figured it out, I left. I didn't mean to scare her!"
In fact, what happened yesterday could have been very simple.
If only his aunt didn't try so hard to stop him from getting close to Jiahe.
He asked the little girl a few questions. Given Jiahe's innocence and her inability to lie, he was able to quickly get clues and then interrogate the suspicious maid.
But why did my aunt stop me like that?
A terrible thought popped up uncontrollably:
Could it be... that the person who harmed Jiahe was my aunt herself?
Tiantian was startled by this thought and shook his head vigorously.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Everyone in the palace knew that the aunt loved Jiahe.
He was afraid of dropping it if he held it in his hands, and afraid of melting it if he held it in his mouth. He wished he could pile all the treasures in the world in front of his daughter.
How could such a mother harm her own child?
Just like his queen mother, she would rather hurt herself than hurt them in the slightest!
Wen Li'er saw her son first eagerly explaining himself, then suddenly becoming dazed as if thinking about something, and the expression on his little face changed.
Her heart ached and she hugged him tightly.
"The Queen Mother knows, so she naturally believes you."
Her voice was gentle yet firm, with a soothing power.
"We are good children, kind-hearted. How could we hurt our cousin? Mother has never doubted it."
She gently stroked her son's soft hair, her heart aching.
"Your father is asking you to reflect on your mistakes to protect you. Right now, the situation outside is...very turbulent. For some things, it's best to avoid them."
"Don't be afraid. With your father, the emperor, and your mother, the queen, here, even if the sky falls, they will hold it up for you."
"But mother..." Tiantian raised his head, his little face full of confusion and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.
"I seem to have forgotten something very important. And my hand..."
He subconsciously raised his hand, which was wrapped like a small dumpling, in front of his mother.
But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he suddenly remembered his father's instructions - not to let anyone see it.
Even though the emperor didn't say anything, the queen mother can't do it either.
But based on Tiantian's understanding of his father, he knew that he didn't want to make his mother worry and troubled, and he just wanted her to be carefree.
Wen Li'er's eyes were immediately attracted by the tightly wrapped little hand, and her heart tightened.
"What happened to Tiantian's hand? Is it badly injured? Let mother take a look."
As she spoke, she reached out her hand worriedly and was about to untie the gauze.
Tiantian quickly retracted his hand and hid it behind his back.
He pretended to be relaxed and raised his little face, showing off in a childish way:
"Don't worry, Mother! I just accidentally scratched myself, and Father bandaged it himself! Don't take it off, Mother!"
"Father said this was to appease his son and make up for the criticism he received from the ministers today. From now on, he will do all the dressing changes and bandages himself! Queen Mother must not compete with Father for this job!"
Wen Li'er saw how much he loved her, and that little look finally made her burst into laughter.
The children treasured every bit of attention and affection their father gave them.
"Okay, okay, Queen Mother won't tear it down, and I won't fight with your father for it."
Wen Li'er smiled and pinched his little nose.
"But your father has been so busy and exhausted lately. So many important matters await him, both within and beyond the court... If he forgets for a moment, or is truly unable to spare time, you should come to find your mother to change your dressings and bandages. But you must not get angry with your father, understand?"
Tiantian nodded obediently and said in return:
"Mother, Tiantian knows. You must also promise me that you will take care of your sister Zhaozhao, and more importantly, take good care of yourself and your unborn baby. Don't let me... and father worry."
This child is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
Wen Li'er felt a warm current in her heart and pinched his cheek again.
"The Queen Mother knows, little housekeeper, don't worry."
After saying that, she ordered Dieyi and Diewu to open the exquisite food boxes they brought one by one and personally guarded her son.
After watching him finish his meal obediently and giving him some detailed instructions for a while, she left Cheng'en Hall with a heart full of worry.
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