Since then, the queen was devastated and cried all day long. Her spirit was also on the verge of collapse, but she insisted that her child was still alive and hoped that one day she could be reunited with her child. It was probably this accident that made Li Min determined to become the most honorable person in the world sitting on the dragon throne in the future.
He Ye knew that Xu Min's situation was no better than his mother's. When the Seventh Prince was born, he'd often skipped classes with the Grand Tutor and left early just to go back and play with his younger brother. He Ye's status meant he couldn't enter the harem, and he'd only seen the Seventh Prince once from afar. The tiny baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes, was as delicate as a candy doll.
"If Nuonuo were still alive, she would soon reach adulthood." Xu Min said softly after being silent for a long time.
In the end, He Ye was unable to stand in his shoes and comfort him, so he could only remain silent.
"Alright, why are you talking about this again... I'll leave the affairs of the Southern Kingdom to you."
"Okay," He Ye nodded, clasped his fists, and left the vermilion palace as quietly as he came.
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He Ye only remembered the pastries in the study after returning to the general's mansion. They must be cold by now, and he didn't know whether the taste would be compromised.
The tall man went in to get the cakes and turned to walk towards the yard. There was no candle lit in his main room, and it was pitch black. But in the boy's room, the warm candlelight was reflected on the window.
He could almost imagine the fair-skinned boy wearing a loose inner garment, nestling obediently in the quilt, looking at everything in the room with his grape-like eyes.
I wonder if he's wondering when I'll come? Does he feel lonely?
He Ye clenched the pastry, knocked on the door and walked in.
"Brother Afu, what you said is really interesting."
The cheerful and harmonious laughter of the two people in the room was mixed with the soft voice of the young man. He Ye's good mood just now disappeared completely, and he walked in with a stern face.
"Did you have a good chat?"
Ah Fu quickly shut his mouth. Xu Nuo didn't understand what was going on, so he just shrank back into the bed, looking timid.
"Master... Young Master, I'm going out first. I suddenly remembered that my father asked me to do some work!"
He Ye was very satisfied with his sensibleness. He walked over to the chair where he had just sat and sat down. He tried to relax his expression, but he looked a little stiff because he had not liked to smile for many years.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Thank you, General. I'm fine now." The boy's eyes sparkled, and his fair face took on a warm hue under the candlelight, but his lips were still pale.
"Afu told you?" He Ye raised an eyebrow, and sure enough, he nodded. "What's your name? How old are you? Why did you fall here?"
The frail young man lowered his head obediently, his long black hair cascading down his thin shoulders like a waterfall. "My name is Xiao Nuozi. I'm nineteen, and I don't have a surname... I'm an orphan. I originally came from the South with someone to do some business, but I caught a cold and was left behind..."
There were so many loopholes that He Ye came to a conclusion in his heart.
But the boy did look sick, Cui Xing had confirmed it, and his clear eyes showed no sign of concealment, full of trust and admiration. He didn't look like a spy with bad intentions at all. As for the reason why he lied, He Ye was willing to wait for him to tell it himself.
After all, everyone has their own difficulties, let alone such a poor little thing. General He is very sensible.
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