They watched as Kyoto receded into the distance, eventually shrinking into a tiny dot and disappearing completely from their sight...
From then on, returning to Kyoto became their deepest obsession.
...
Ye Qingxue rode back to Prince Jing's residence.
The steward of the Prince's mansion, along with his servants, had thoroughly cleaned the mansion inside and out, making it spotless and brand new, all in preparation for Ye Qingxue and Yun Zhuo's return.
Everyone stood at the door, eagerly awaiting their arrival.
When everyone saw Ye Qingxue return alone, they were puzzled. Ye Qingxue dismounted from her horse, and a groom immediately came forward, took the reins, and led the horse away.
"Greetings, Your Highness!" Despite the surprise, the steward led everyone in kneeling and paying their respects.
Ye Qingxue glanced around at everyone, noticing their expressions just now, and said, "Your prince is not dead. He will be back soon."
After saying that, she strode inside, but the next moment, Yun Zhuo caught up with her on horseback.
He was still wearing the same clothes he wore in the prison, with burn marks on the hem and his hair, making him look disheveled. However, the black ash made his skin appear very white, giving him a kind of broken beauty.
He flung the reins aside and, without even telling everyone to rise, chased after Ye Qingxue.
The butler and others: "..." What's going on?
Aren't you happy that the princess saved the prince?
Why are you getting angry?
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter—they knew the reason, but they only watched from the sidelines with a veiled air, not intending to speak.
Granny Xing even went to the kitchen happily to prepare lunch.
It's normal for couples to argue and get angry; there's nothing to advise or stop them from doing.
Yun Zhuo chased after them to the door of the new house. The door slammed down on him, and he took a half step back, touching the tip of his nose that he had almost been hit.
"Qingxue, I was wrong!"
There was no response.
Yun Zhuo then asked, "Are you tired? Shall I help you get some sleep?"
There has still been no response.
Yun Zhuo continued, "Or are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat before you go to sleep?"
Yun Zhuo went to the kitchen, where there was chicken porridge, which smelled delicious. After washing her hands, Yun Zhuo personally carried it to the new house.
Ye Qingxue hadn't bolted the door, and Yun Zhuo was overjoyed. He pushed the door open and saw Ye Qingxue sitting in front of the dressing table.
He said, "I brought you some chicken porridge. I originally wanted to make it for you myself to apologize and admit my mistake, but I was worried that you would be starving, so I'll make it for you myself tonight."
Yun Zhuo's voice was filled with joy as he placed the chicken porridge on the table. When he turned around and saw what Ye Qingxue was holding, he felt as if the sky had fallen.
Taking a few deep breaths, Yun Zhuo finally calmed his panic, held his breath, and carefully walked to Ye Qingxue's side, tentatively reaching out his hand towards the "letter of divorce" in Ye Qingxue's hand.
However, Ye Qingxue removed the divorce papers as soon as her fingertips touched the edge.
Yun Zhuo gasped for breath again.
Unfortunately, there was a knock at the door. Ye Qingxue didn't let the person in, and simply said, "Speak."
"Your Highness, someone from the Marquis's residence has sent a message." It was Qiu Shen's voice. She paused deliberately, making sure she didn't hear Ye Qingxue's voice, before continuing:
"Madam Zhou's injuries are serious, and her high fever persists. She may not make it through. We asked if you wanted to go back to see her. Madam Zhou keeps talking about you."
Ye Qingxue fell silent. Yun Zhuo noticed that the tips of her fingers, which were holding the "letter of divorce," were turning white.
After a long while, she did not answer Qiu Shen's question, but simply said, "Go down."
Autumn Deepen replied, "Yes."
Ye Qingxue sat in the chair, staring blankly at the "letter of divorce," without saying a word or showing any expression.
Yun Zhuo squatted down in front of her, originally intending to speak to her at eye level, but after squatting down, he realized that he was much shorter than Ye Qingxue and had to look up at her.
However, Yun Zhuo didn't mind. His slender fingers landed on her knees, gently massaging and patting them. She had been traveling a lot lately, and her legs must be very tired.
After a while, seeing that she neither resisted nor said anything, Yun Zhuo quietly got up, picked her up from the chair, put her on the bed, took off her shoes, and wanted her to rest well.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took off his shoes, Ye Qingxue suddenly sat up and kicked him away. Yun Zhuo braced himself with his hands behind him, while Ye Qingxue stepped on his chest.
She raised the letter she hadn't put down and stared into his eyes: "This is your 'letter of divorce' to me. We are no longer husband and wife."
A bitter feeling welled up in Yun Zhuo's heart: "At that time, I only wanted to protect you from harm, so the divorce was understandable..."
Yun Zhuo's voice suddenly stopped.
Because he saw that Ye Qingxue's eyes were red.
Her eyes reddened.
"Yun Zhuo, do you love me?" she asked softly, as if in a murmur.
"Of course, I love you!"
"You all said you loved me, but from beginning to end you abandoned me and forsaken me!" Ye Qingxue suddenly broke down, tears streaming down her face: "No one has ever loved me!"
No, there was still love. Her father loved her, but he passed away early. She felt really sorry for him by saying that.
Xiao Bao loved her and came into this world for her, but he left to save her.
How could she deny all love just because one or two people abandoned or abandoned her?
"I haven't given up on you, I've never abandoned you!" Yun Zhuo's eyes also reddened as he pointed to the "letter of divorce" in Ye Qingxue's hand.
“Every word I wrote felt like a needle piercing my heart. To avoid staining it with tears and blood, it took me several hours to write just a few dozen or a hundred words!”
"Shut up and give me back my baby!"
Ye Qingxue pounced off the bed, sat on Yun Zhuo's waist, pressed her lips to his mouth, tore at his clothes, and large tears fell onto his face.
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