After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 82 Death of Pearl

After Fan Jiao said what needed to be said, she left.

That back figure suddenly became free and easy in Mingdai's eyes.

However, the conversation I accidentally overheard in the woods that day, and the image of Fan Jiao pleading in my impression, are gradually fading and disappearing.

Sure enough, you can't just look at people by their superficial appearance.

Mingdai smiled knowingly.

As for Fan Jiao's words, Ming Dai has not forgotten them.

Returning to the set with doubts, Mingdai found that everyone was waiting for her, and quickly stood within the range of the camera, waiting for the filming to begin——

Princess Mingzhu, who was forced to never leave the courtyard, withered as quickly as possible like a flower that lacked water.

She had cried and argued with the Seventh Prince, begged, and tried to persuade him rationally... but all to no avail.

The seventh prince seemed to have gone crazy, and forcibly imprisoned Princess Mingzhu in his own world, unable to tolerate Mingzhu's departure.

On the day when Prince Nannan and the Crown Prince were beheaded, Mingzhu seemed to feel something. She sat on the swing built for her by the seventh prince himself in the yard, looking at the square sky above her head.

"It's so cold."

A fox fur suddenly hugged her tightly from behind.

It was the seventh prince who hugged her across the fox fur, as thin as a chasm in the sky.

"Mingzhu, I can't live without you."

Mingzhu's body stiffened slightly, and she felt a cool drop falling on the side of her neck, sinking into her collar.

These are Xiao Qi’s tears.

Mingzhu raised her thin arm, sighed and patted the back of the seventh prince's hand, like an adult comforting a child.

"This will all pass."

I don't know if I'm talking about myself or the Seventh Prince.

A month later, Mingzhu fell seriously ill.

The seventh prince outside the small courtyard has already begun to gain a foothold in the court and show his talent by helping the emperor eliminate the Southwest Palace.

Although the outside world does not have a good opinion of him, they think that he is flattering, not upright, and does not have the character of a prince.

But none of these could prevent the emperor from relying heavily on the seventh prince and personally transferring power to the seventh prince.

Overnight, the seventh prince became a popular figure in the imperial city, and everyone was vying to befriend him.

The Seventh Prince was not happy about this, he was more worried about the sick Mingzhu in the courtyard.

The day I received the news was supposed to be the Winter Banquet of the Yuan Dynasty.

The seventh prince was just joking with his new acquaintance, the general's daughter, when he received word that Mingzhu was in bad condition, and rushed back like crazy.

He ran through the streets decorated with lights and colorful lights, but his heart could not be infected by any joy, and it was completely deserted.

When he arrived at the door of the small courtyard, he hesitated every step of the way, fearing that he would hear bad news when he went in.

But the hesitation did not last long.

Because he is more afraid of losing the pearl completely than hiding his ears.

"Mingzhu! I'm back!"

The seventh prince tried to make Mingzhu happy and run towards him as usual.

Finally, when I stepped into the courtyard, I saw a group of servants who looked like they were mourning for their heirs.

These are his confidants, the people sent to take care of Mingzhu.

"What are you doing with such a sad face? Don't you know it's the Lantern Festival?"

The seventh prince cursed loudly.

It was rare that he lost control of himself and became so angry that everyone in the courtyard knelt down.

Just then the doctor walked out of the room carrying the medicine box, shaking his head as he walked.

The Seventh Prince's heart skipped a beat.

"doctor……"

The white-haired doctor met the seventh prince's sad eyes and sighed:

"The oil has run out and the lamp has dried up. Let's go in and see her one last time."

The seventh prince couldn't believe it. He stumbled through the door and saw the pearl leaning on the pillow. Although his face was pale, he looked in good spirits.

"Mingzhu, how are you?"

The seventh prince wants to scold quack doctors. Isn't this a good thing for Mingzhu?

Only a weak and deliberately ignored voice in his heart said, this is a flashback.

...No! It won’t!

He walked over lightly, as if stepping too hard would disturb her:

"Mingzhu, are you feeling better? Today is the Lantern Festival, and it's busy outside. If your health can persist, I will take you to the Lantern Festival for a walk."

Out of fear, the Seventh Prince gave Mingzhu the freedom she wanted most.

Mingzhu didn't look at him.

Instead, he looked past him and looked outside the house.

"The Lantern Festival is so wonderful. I still remember the first lantern my father bought me. It was a little rabbit with red eyes and it was so cute."

"Pearl..."

"Xiao Qi, I know that your father's death is related to you."

This sound was no different than thunder on the ground, making the Seventh Prince freeze in shock.

He forced a laugh: "Who told you? Did you misunderstand something? This matter has nothing to do with me."

Mingzhu looked at him steadily: "Xiao Qi, you have never lied to me before."

The Seventh Prince's lips trembled, and the muscles on his face trembled violently.

"I won't lie to you now."

However, his voice lowered quietly, and he avoided looking away unconsciously, not daring to look into her eyes.

Mingzhu's fingers moved on the brocade quilt, and she raised her hand to touch his cheek, but when she was about to touch him, she pulled away.

Snap.

The seventh prince encircled Mingzhu's wrist and put her cold palm against his slightly warm cheek.

"..." Mingzhu said, "I want to go out for a walk."

The seventh prince did not dare to refuse, so he put a thick fox fur on her and carefully protected her out of the courtyard.

"Can we go further? I'm tired of the scenery here."

The seventh prince took her in a carriage to the Peach Blossom Garden where she used to go.

The dim yellow lanterns illuminated the desolate garden, with black rocks and dead trees, rotting water, peach blossoms that could not bloom, and a dead silence everywhere.

The seventh prince was afraid that she would be disappointed:

"We haven't been here for a long time, and we haven't noticed any changes here... Why don't I take you to the lantern festival? The excitement has just begun, and you will definitely have a good time there."

Mingzhu shook her head slightly, and then took a deep breath.

It was as if this movement alone had exhausted all her strength.

The seventh prince held her shoulders tightly, his expression tense: "Mingzhu, are you okay?"

Mingzhu managed to hold on: "Go get my pills, they're on the carriage."

The Seventh Prince was about to call someone, but Mingzhu insisted on letting him go.

The seventh prince thought that Mingzhu wanted to be alone for a while, so he walked away silently and lonely.

Before he could take two steps, the servants guarding ten steps away let out an exclamation.

The seventh prince suddenly turned around, but it was already too late.

The fox fur fell off Mingzhu's shoulders, revealing only the thin white skirt underneath.

It was not her favorite green color. She had never worn a green skirt since the day she was imprisoned in the small courtyard.

At this time, a small knife was held in Mingzhu's hand and stabbed into his neck——

"Pearl!!"

The seventh prince rushed towards her like crazy, accidentally fell down, and even tried to crawl towards her.

Mingzhu also fell on the snow, her hand holding the knife not letting go at all.

That stunning face that was unparalleled in the world lost its vitality at the fastest speed.

Her already snow-white skin was almost transparent, and her rose-like lips had lost their color.

But she didn't look at the seventh prince, but looked at the gloomy sky.

"Xiao Qi, I'm too tired. I don't want to hate you, but I can't help but hate you."

The fragmented voice overflowed from the throat, as far away as if it came from another world.

"After I die, bury me and my father together. I miss him..."

(End of chapter)