The bright stars and moon pierce through the darkness, bringing a glimmer of light to people.
The entire Wangyue Pavilion was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.
Candles emitting their glow filled every corner of the room.
I lay on the carved wooden bed, sleeping peacefully like a baby.
In less than half a day, Ye Lisheng seemed like a completely different person.
His face was covered in bluish stubble, he was clutching a bottle of liquor, his eyes were glazed, and he slumped onto the edge of the bed, not moving an inch.
He looked at me and sneered, "I must have owed you a lot of money in my past life, that's why you're torturing me like this now!"
"I am known as the Iceberg Prince!"
He smiled, somewhat helplessly, and downed the wine in the flask in one gulp.
"You said you were afraid of the dark, so I lit candles everywhere you went. You must come back!"
He suddenly burst into wild laughter, which was terrifying. With slightly red eyes, he clutched his chest and said, "It hurts!"
Those who heard it wept, and Ling Shuang cried her heart out outside the house.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that it was her brother Ye.
"Myth Brother! How can we help Brother Ye!"
"No one can help him with this; he has to rely on himself!"
“But okra can’t just lie there forever! After all, the person is already…” Yanran couldn’t bear to finish her sentence.
In the stillness of the night, only the incessant chirping of crickets could be heard.
Ye Lisheng held my hand tightly, unwilling to let go, his mind blank and dazed. He couldn't believe that the person who had been so lively and energetic in front of him just yesterday was suddenly dead.
With a creak, the old wooden door groaned.
It turned out the wind had blown the door open. He tried to get up to close it, but his legs were numb, making it difficult to walk.
Ye Xuanling and his group waited outside for him to arrive at the door, so nervous that they dared not even breathe.
"Myth brother, hurry!" Ling Shuang urged.
"Don't rush!" He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
As soon as Ye Lisheng reached the door, he felt a powerful palm strike.
Then a dull pain shot through the back of my neck, and a dizzying darkness descended.
Ling Shuang rushed towards me, who was lying down, tears welling in her eyes.
"This princess hasn't learned how to roller skate yet!" Her voice choked with emotion.
Yanran wiped her eyes, appearing indifferent, but the tear stains betrayed her.
Ye Xuanling looked at me with a puzzled expression for a few seconds: "Why hasn't your body changed at all after so long!"
"Your Highness, let us give her a proper burial!"
Yanran's suggestion interrupted his train of thought; he picked me up and started walking outside.
The wind rustled the leaves, awakening all things.
Although Ye Lisheng's eyes were closed, his eyebrows were furrowed.
As if remembering something, he suddenly sat up in bed and looked around the empty room.
He hurriedly walked towards Wangyue Pavilion, only to be spotted by Lingxin who was coming from the opposite direction.
"This servant greets Your Highness!"
Where is Miss?
"Miss...she..." She didn't know why he would ask that, and she stammered in fright.
"I am asking you a question."
He suddenly raised his voice, startling Lingxin so much that she knelt on the ground, spilling the freshly cooked soup in the process.
Ye Lisheng strode past her and headed towards his room.
He opened the door with great joy, only to find it empty.
A wave of loss, emptiness, and heartache washed over me.
He closed the door and sat down, somewhat absentmindedly, in my usual chair.
Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes.
"Ye Lisheng, do you think this dress is pretty?" I asked, twirling around in front of him in the light green dress that Consort Mo had sent from the palace.
He frowned, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
I pleaded, "Take another look! I think it's really nice!"
He remained indifferent, his face expressionless, and didn't utter a single word.
Ye Lisheng is now filled with regret; why was she so cold back then?
"If time could turn back, I would definitely go crazy with you and make a ruckus with you!"
"Ye Lisheng! Will you teach me swordsmanship?"
"Ye Lisheng! Look, I can embroider!"
"Ye Lisheng... Ye Lisheng!"
My voice calling his name echoed in my ears again and again.
He closed his eyes as if suppressing his emotions, but a single, inconspicuous tear at the corner of his eye betrayed him.
"Sixth Brother!"
A sudden sound interrupted his reverie.
He looked up and saw Ye Xuanling looking at him with a strange expression.
Ye Lisheng took a step forward and cornered him against the wall.
He demanded, "Where did you take her?"
Ye Xuanling spread his hands: "Go where she should go!"
"I am right here, where can she go!"
It's unclear where the courage came from, but Ye Xuanling clenched her fist and punched Ye Lisheng hard.
He roared, "Aren't you awake yet? She's dead!"
Startled, Ling Shuang cried out, "Myna!"
"Look at yourself now. Are you still the same spirited and majestic Prince Anyang you used to be?"
Ye Lisheng, with his stubble-covered face, looked somewhat weathered, and his eyes appeared somewhat dull.
"She's gone, so there's no point in saying anything now!"
"Have you ever considered the possibility that her death was an accident? Do you want her dead and still not have peace?"
Even the hardest stone will crumble instantly if it develops even the slightest crack.
The string in his heart snapped with a "pop" the moment Ye Xuanling finished speaking.
He asked repeatedly, "Did you discover something?"
"Why would a perfectly healthy person fall into the pool?"
"Why was she attacked last time?" She finished speaking and turned her back on him with a flourish.
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