Luo Yining also began to tremble, her grip loosening. "I'm sorry, Lu Jiaxue. It's all my fault. I wronged you... If you want, I can do anything. As long as you let go of this, you are Lu Jiaxue now! You are the governor, you don't have to be like this. You deserve all the good things."
Lu Jiaxue squeezed tighter and tighter, and whispered, "Yining, I don't want to hear this!"
Luo Yining suddenly squatted down, trembling and a little breathless. Lu Jiaxue also squatted down and put his hand on her shoulder: "Are you crying?"
Luo Yining couldn't hold back her tears until she heard this. She burst into tears, choking with sobs. It was as if she had cried out all the pain she had felt over the years.
"Yining, come back soon." Lu Jiaxue said finally.
Luo Yining quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She shook her head sullenly, "I really like him, Lu Jiaxue. I've never met anyone who treats me so well. I've never met anyone I can trust wholeheartedly... He's different from you."
It was these past events that made her more open-minded. Although she felt a little guilty towards Lu Jiaxue, she relied on Luo Shenyuan and that would not change.
"What's the difference?" Lu Jiaxue said coldly, "Is he going to be more kind?"
Luo Yining looked up and was about to argue, but suddenly she felt dizzy after standing up. She stared at Lu Jiaxue with wide eyes: "You still..."
She was really about to explode! What a despicable trick!
Lu Jiaxue caught her limp body and sighed softly. If this couldn't move her, then he was still a scoundrel at heart. Just take her away. There would always be a chance to make her compromise later. Even though the little kid in her belly was an eyesore, forcing her to have an abortion was too cruel... I'm afraid she couldn't bear it. Forget it, let's just give birth first.
The carriage that the Lu Mansion had prepared was pulled out, and Lu Jiaxue carried the person aboard. As he left, he lifted the curtain and instructed, "There's been a report of unusual movements in the capital. Keep a close eye on Luo Shenyuan. Now that he's in control of the Imperial Guard, his power is much greater than before."
Ye Yan agreed to see the governor off.
After leaving the capital, the carriage took a water route and boarded a boat, heading south.
*
Luo Shenyuan stood outside the Datong Protectorate, and several rounds of searchers came out.
No, Datong has nothing left.
When he got the last spies' news, Luo Shenyuan punched the tree trunk. The blackened, hardened trunk trembled, and the snow fluttered to the ground. He panted for a long time.
Luo Shenyuan took one last look at Datong City before getting on the carriage and leaving. She wasn't here, so where was she?
Where is she?
Why can't I find her no matter how hard I try?
After he got on the carriage, he tiredly looked at the sunset shining in over the snowy fields outside. Because of the loss, he always felt like there was a dark and empty place in his heart that could not be filled and was getting bigger and bigger.
He couldn't handle Yang Ling's funeral, couldn't get too close to the Qingliu Party anymore, and had to ask someone to handle it on his behalf. He knew that Madam Yang had fainted in front of Yang Ling's coffin from crying, and that the court was in an uproar, and the ministers were furious. Everyone was indeed shocked by Yang Ling's death. Why should they be afraid of death? At worst, they would risk their official positions and lives to see that old villain finished! We are all descendants of Confucianism. We would rather have a proud character than this status. When we die, we will not be ashamed to see our ancestors. There have never been so many memorials of advice as today. One after another, the emperor has no choice. He can only punish one, not two. Does the court still need people?
He also had his share of admonitions, some of which were quite harsh. Of course, Wang Yuan received the most criticism, but he suppressed it himself. Luo Shenyuan also helped him considerably, personally dealing with several members of the Qingliu Party. Wang Yuan now trusted him even more.
He couldn't waste too much time and had to return to the capital. Otherwise, the situation would be treacherous and could be turned upside down in a few days. After all, these death-defying remonstrations had not left the emperor untouched.
Luo Shenyuan knew very well that he couldn't afford to waste time.
After traveling all night, they arrived in the suburbs of the capital at noon the next day.
The carriage was cold, with no fire. Luo Shenyuan closed his eyes, remembering when he was very young, a cold winter with a shortage of charcoal. The old nanny took him to Old Lady Luo's house. His sister, two or three years old, sat behind a small table, drinking goat's milk from her tiny bowl, practically licking it, getting it all over her face. When she saw him, her chubby arms immediately encircled the small bowl.
His sister was incredibly delicate and beautiful, the most beautiful doll he had ever seen. But she pushed the old lady's hand and said, "I don't like him, Grandma, I don't like him. Let him go!"
He stood there in silence, not knowing why she disliked him. He clearly...thought his sister was adorable. He felt a little embarrassed, but even more indifferent.
Later, when his sister grew up, she often bullied him. He just endured it, and trying to please her was useless. In the end, he really wanted to kill her.
Later, his sister ate the cloud cake he bought. He thought she would throw it out of the window after he left.
The little girl, who was as cute as a pink ball, started to stroll in front of him. It was funny to say that she actually started to please him.
Luo Shenyuan began to truly connect with this girl, to understand her. That day, she recognized his handwriting, and he felt a strange feeling, a strange one. Perhaps it was finally being taken seriously. That girl gradually grew into little Yining, hanging on his arm, rummaging through his clothes for gifts. He indulged her, but inwardly, he was smiling.
He was willing to indulge her, even fearing that she would not do so again, fearing that she would distance herself from him.
This kind of love is actually a bit humble.
She became his wife, and all the tender moments of his life were hers. She sat on the ottoman bed, reading, a shoe and sock tossed carelessly. She slept in his arms, curled up in his embrace, or muttered a few words. He would gaze at her for long moments, staring into the night, unwilling to fall asleep. Perhaps she had been taken by trickery, but she could never be taken away by anyone else.
He couldn't lose it, it was too important to lose.
If he can't find it, then he can only plot against Lu Jiaxue. He is no longer the Luo Shenyuan of the past.
Luo Shenyuan looked at the mansion plaque in the distance and reached out to get out of the carriage. Yang Ling's wife, Shen Xuanrong, was standing at the door, her carriage parked to the side, wearing heavy mourning.
Luo Shenyuan knew that a censor had been waiting to criticize him recently, so he asked Shen Xuanrong to come with him. The door to the mansion was closed. Shen Xuanrong sat down in the main hall and took out a small box from her cloak. "He left this thing... for you. I'm here to get it for you."
Her expression was indifferent, and she had passed the most sad and desperate moment.
Luo Shenyuan accepted it and paused before saying, "Madam, what are your plans for the future? Lord Yang is gone..."
"I live there." Shen Xuanrong said, and smiled again, "I have to wait for him to come back. If he wants to come back to visit, there must be someone at home..."
Luo Shenyuan was silent. Shen Xuanrong's eyes turned red again: "They said you are not a good person and told me not to come to see you."
"Indeed." Luo Shenyuan said, he didn't want to explain.
Shen Xuanrong looked at him, and perhaps she remembered the emotions Yang Ling had with him before, and tears fell: "Lord Luo, take care of yourselves."
She left the Luo Mansion. Luo Shenyuan slowly stroked the small box, opened it, saw some secret letters, and then closed it. He looked at the sun outside the door, thought of her directing the arrangement of the grapevines in the courtyard, and leaned back in his chair.
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