Yun Zhuo didn't put her back on the bed, but wrapped her in his cloak and hugged her tightly: "I was wrong about taking the blame and the divorce papers. I will definitely discuss things with you in the future and not act on my own. Please forgive me. How about we eat? You can't punish yourself by not eating just because you're angry with me."
He added, “I did not disrespect you, nor did I not treat you as my wife… At the time, I thought you were fully aware of my taking the blame.”
They not only assumed she knew, but also assumed she tacitly agreed to it.
That's the problem.
Although Ye Qingxue's anger had subsided considerably, and she was certain that Yun Zhuo truly loved her—otherwise, he wouldn't have risked his life for her—his actions...
He almost killed himself, nearly causing her to lose him. Ye Qingxue was still terrified. How could she completely disregard him after just one intimate moment in bed?
"If you're still angry, slap me so I'll remember this," Yun Zhuo said, grabbing her hand and slapping it against his own face.
Ye Qingxue didn't hit him. She placed her hand on his face and stared at him intently. "Let's see how you behave in the future."
After saying that, she tried to crawl back into bed, but Yun Zhuo stopped her.
She rarely exhibits this kind of escapist behavior.
"...Is it because Madam Zhou is dying?" Yun Zhuo asked tentatively.
Some things cannot be solved by fists, bloodshed, or money, as Mrs. Zhou did.
Seeing her freeze, Yun Zhuo knew she had guessed correctly. When she cried and said that no one loved her, she was mainly referring to her mother, right?
—If you don't love me, why did you give birth to me?
—You gave birth to me, why don't you love me?
—Am I not good enough?
Am I not worthy of love?
Yun Zhuo thought that this might be a problem rooted in Ye Qingxue's heart. She had no answer. While she hated her mother, she also fell into serious self-doubt.
That kind of self-doubt cannot be eliminated by force or status.
Yun Zhuo picked her up again and kissed her forehead.
"She gave birth to you, but she wasn't a good mother to you. You've never been close to her since you were little. Now that she's on the verge of death, it's normal that you can't put aside your resentment to see her off."
“She once left you battered and bruised, and brought you to the brink of death. In your eyes, she doesn’t deserve the title of ‘mother’. You have no responsibility to send her off.”
After a pause, Yun Zhuo continued, "The Qingxue in my heart is very, very good. I'm still angry that Pan Heng dared to like you! As for me, I don't know what kind of good fortune I accumulated in my past lives to be able to marry you!"
Seeing Ye Qingxue chuckle, Yun Zhuo said softly, "However, if you want to see her off on her final journey and sever the last connection between you, I am willing to go with you."
Ye Qingxue bit her lip, got out of Yun Zhuo's arms, tied her belt, got out of bed, put on her shoes, walked to the table, picked up a bowl of ginseng soup and drank it all.
Yun Zhuo sat down next to her and looked at her.
Ye Qingxue said, "I won't go. You're right. She only gave birth to me, but she was never my mother. The seventeen lashes she gave me back then completely severed our mother-daughter bond."
When a person is extremely tired and hungry, and has many things piling up at once, it is easy to get stuck in a rut, and she felt that she had just experienced that.
Yun Zhuo rubbed her head and smiled gently: "Yes, seventeen lashes were too much. She really doesn't deserve you to send her off. Her death has nothing to do with you."
She was already in so much pain and suffering, and as her husband, Yun Zhuo felt he had to acknowledge her emotions and stand with her.
Xia Lu brought clean sheets and knocked on the door. Yun Zhuo took them personally, closed the door, and went to change the sheets and blankets himself.
Ye Qingxue sat to the side eating, watching him busy himself. It seemed to be his first time doing something like this, and he wasn't very good at it.
Ye Qingxue smiled and encouraged him, "Your Highness Prince Jing is the best! Changing sheets and blankets is a piece of cake for him. Keep up the good work!"
Yun Zhuo: "…………"
He felt the princess was mocking him, but how could he lose face in front of her? Changing the sheets and blankets was nothing!
In fact, Yun Zhuo was sweating profusely, finding that things were either not straight enough here or not symmetrical enough there.
After working for most of the day, Yun Zhuo finally finished changing. He had to carry the clothes he had taken off out and hand them to Xia Lu before he could finally come back for dinner.
I'm so hungry, so hungry, I'm really hungry this time!
Like Ye Qingxue, he finished the whole bowl of soup in one gulp, then stared intently at Ye Qingxue.
As if trying to turn the tables, she said, "The princess is wise all her life but foolish for a moment. Even if they didn't come to change the sheets, they would have seen it when they washed them."
Under the table, Ye Qingxue took off her shoes and kicked him.
Yun Zhuo burst into laughter.
Before he could finish his meal, someone from the palace arrived, saying that the emperor summoned Yun Zhuo and demanded that he enter the palace immediately.
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