Chapter 443 Without deep love, how can there be deep hatred?
Xiyan's hand pressing on his wound paused slightly, and the warm touch of his skin under the brocade handkerchief made her heart feel sour.
At this moment, looking at the man in front of her who had lost his imperial halo and was left with only fragility and confusion, she suddenly understood his helplessness.
He worked hard for half his life, but what he finally got was not the perfection he had imagined. Instead, he seemed to be trapped in a cage woven by obsession - wasn't he also a pitiful person?
Perhaps, the root of all these sins can be traced back to Xiao Beicheng.
If it weren't for him, Helian Feng should have been a good prince, and would have inherited the throne naturally after Helian Cong died a hundred years later;
And Xiao Nanyan should be Xiao Beicheng's adopted son in the Prince Regent's Palace, with a loving father and filial son, and a loving mother and virtuous son. He doesn't need to be involved in this bloody power struggle.
But all this completely went off track because of Xiao Beicheng's selfishness.
Xiyan thought again and realized that there must be something hateful about pitiful people.
If Helian Feng could stick to his original intention, not be deceived by Xiao Beicheng, not be influenced by Su Qinyao's calculations, and be less greedy for power, perhaps everything would not have come to this point today.
After a while, she sighed softly, withdrew her hand, and slowly sat down on the couch. Her voice was calm but with a hint of fatigue:
"Helian Feng, can you let me go back? Yin'er is still waiting for her mother."
Helian Feng raised his head suddenly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then a strong pleading surged in his eyes, like a child who was afraid of losing a treasure:
"Xi Yan, please, give me another chance."
He took a step forward, but restrained himself and stopped three feet away from the couch, fearing to scare her again:
"I promise that I will be twice as good to you from now on. Until you change your mind, I will never do anything as absurd as today again, and I will never hurt you in the slightest. As for Yin'er, I will definitely take her into the palace and treat her as my own."
After saying this, without waiting for Xiyan's response, he turned around as if escaping, and stumbled out of the bedroom, as if afraid of hearing a rejection. The wind he brought blew the celadon cup off the table, and the sound of it breaking was particularly harsh in the silent hall.
Xiyan looked at his back as he fled in panic, then looked down at the warm blood that belonged to him on her palm, feeling mixed emotions.
The wetness in the crook of her neck had not yet dissipated, reminding her that the man who had just lost control and cried in front of her and even hurt himself was the almighty Emperor Tianqi Helian Feng.
She sighed softly, her fingertips cold - when will this entanglement end?
The palace door closed with a creaky sound.
Xiyan walked to the window and saw sixteen sword-wielding guards standing solemnly outside the hall. Their armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight. They seemed to be guarding, but in fact they were imprisoning them in an airtight prison.
She looked at the dark night outside the window, her heart filled with confusion.
Helian Feng's pain is real, and his obsession is also real.
She was trapped here and didn't know when she would see Yin'er and Xiao Nanyan again.
This entanglement seemed to have become an unsolvable knot, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
For ten consecutive days, Xiyan was kept under house arrest in this magnificent Purple Palace, like a canary in a cage.
The silks, satins, and delicacies in the hall were replaced one after another, but no matter how exquisite the furnishings were, they could not conceal the oppressive feeling in the air.
This is Helian Feng's bedroom, where he comes back every night.
No matter how Xiyan resisted or spoke coldly to him, he insisted on staying in the hall, sitting by the desk, and guarding her until dawn.
But he finally kept his promise and never crossed the line again.
He would tuck in the quilt for her and whisper insignificant things to her when she tossed and turned in sleep, his tone filled with careful flattery, as if this could warm her frozen heart.
"There is unrest outside the palace. There have been undercurrents in the court recently. It is safest for you to stay in the palace and I will protect you."
He always used this sentence to prevaricate. The worry in his tone did not seem fake, but it also hid the stubbornness of not wanting to let go.
He gave her the best food and clothing, but was reluctant to give her a little freedom.
Xiyan's heart had already been burning like a raging fire.
She tried arguing at the top of her lungs, remained silent as cold as ice, and even went on a hunger strike in protest, but Helian Feng remained unmoved.
He just stubbornly repeated: "When Xiao Nanyan withdraws his troops, I will find a way to bring Yin'er into the palace. Then you and your daughter will be reunited, and everything will be fine."
But the more he said this, the more anxious Xiyan became.
Besides Yin'er, what she was worried about more was Xiao Nanyue's injuries.
The knife stabbed so deep, is he alive or dead?
When she woke up in the middle of the night, that scene always flashed in her mind: Xiao Nanyue fell to the ground covered in blood, but still held Yin'er tightly with his last bit of strength, and his pale face showed a fragility that she had never seen before.
Every time she woke up, her heart would ache, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and even breathing was dull and painful.
It was only then that Xi Yan had to admit that she couldn't bear to see him die. The emotions that were usually covered by hatred suddenly became clear in the face of life and death.
If I didn't have deep love for him, how could I have such deep hatred for him?
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