"On the ninth day, go and deliver a white silk ribbon to the Empress, and congratulate her on her imminent departure to meet the King of Hell. Tell her not to be anxious down there, as the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince will soon be joining her."
"yes."
After giving these instructions, Shen Ye looked at Song Fengzhi, who was still standing there, and gently pulled his hand, so carefully.
"Yuan Hao, please go out. Can you leave me alone for a while?"
Song Fengzhi's voice was so sorrowful that it broke one's heart.
Shen Ye pursed his lips: "I'll just watch you from the side. I won't say anything or bother you."
"Go out." Song Fengzhi waved his hand, signaling Shen Ye to leave.
Shen Ye looked at the corpse on the ground. He knew that Song Fengzhi was truly heartbroken this time. Shen Ye knew about the relationship between the Princess and Song Fengzhi. Even if people who grew up together don't have romantic feelings, they still have kinship ties!
Therefore, Shen Ye is not angry or jealous about Song Fengzhi's current state; he simply treats her as a younger sister.
"Then I'll wait for you outside. Just call me if you need anything, and I'll come in right away."
"Hmm." Song Fengzhi forced a smile.
As he watched Shen Ye's departing figure, the forced smile on his face slowly disappeared.
If only time could turn back...
They have so many memories together, so many unforgettable things.
I really don't want to remember; the more I remember, the more painful it becomes. The more I try to accept reality, the harder it is for me to accept it.
Sitting in this cold and vast Taiji Hall, looking at the serene face of the Princess, I felt an indescribable pain in my heart.
For three days, Song Fengzhi has locked himself in his room, without drinking a drop of water, and he won't open the door no matter who knocks.
Shen Ye felt very sad, but there was nothing she could do.
He and his men had been guarding the door the whole time. There had been no movement inside for a long time. The door was locked from the inside, and no one could get in.
I looked up at the sky. It was already dawn, but dark clouds loomed over the city, so heavy that it seemed as if the sky was about to fall, as if something big was about to happen.
This can't go on. Putting aside what might happen, Song Fengzhi hasn't eaten or drunk anything for several days. How can his body take it?
"Go, find something to break down the door." At this point, even at the risk of being scolded by Song Fengzhi, he had to do it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened from the inside, and Song Fengzhi walked out with disheveled hair, stubble on his face, and a haggard appearance.
"Machi, tell the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Revenue that the enthronement ceremony will be held tomorrow to crown the new emperor!"
His voice was strong and clear, not at all like someone who hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days and nights.
"Xiao Yi, I'm entrusting the matter of the Princess's burial in the imperial mausoleum to you. Remember to keep it low-key; she doesn't like crowds."
After giving all the instructions, he left the palace without asking Shen Ye to follow him. He didn't want to go back to his residence, or return to that place filled with memories.
Song Fengzhi, in this state, had no idea where to go. She was dead, and he felt guilty and remorseful.
Walking along the road like a zombie, I unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the princess's favorite pastry shop.
I've walked the paths you've walked, seen the scenery you've seen, and felt your presence, as if you've never left, as if you've always been here, my sister.
"Mother, what is regret?" the boy asked his mother with wide eyes.
"You meet someone, you make a mistake, you want to make amends and pay it back, but in the end you find that it's all in vain. The sins you've committed can never be redeemed. In this world, the most beautiful thing is when things happen as scheduled, and the saddest thing is when that person is gone, and you miss them a thousand times but can't get them back. All tears have a name, and the most bitter kind... is called regret!" The mother stroked the boy's head and explained with a kind smile.
The most bitter kind of tears are those of regret!
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