I became auspicious

Zhao Jihuan took another deep breath, and the breath seemed to be heavy and drawn from the depths of his soul. The corners of his eyes drooped, showing an indescribable sense of exhaustion and pain. The tight lips seemed to be trying hard to suppress the turbulence in his heart, unwilling to show his vulnerability easily. His hands were clenched into fists, his joints turning white from exertion, as if he was struggling to contend with his inner struggle.

"My father told me that he would do the same thing if he were my grandfather. Grandpa deliberately gave me the honor in the end! Grandpa has deep expectations for me!"For so many years, I have been burdened with heavy expectations and responsibilities, trying hard to get closer to the emperor and move towards the responsibilities of the prince and the emperor. I have lost myself, lost friends and hobbies, and even time has become a luxury. I became an emotionless puppet. I seemed to be trapped in a cage from which I could not escape."

He turned to look at me, with a trace of expectation in his eyes,"Do you understand me?" he asked softly. I looked at him silently, feeling an inexplicable sadness in my heart. I could only nod slightly to give him some comfort.

He tried to force out a smile, but the smile seemed so forced and bitter,"Actually, I am very happy that you care about my beloved concubine. At least I know that you are not completely indifferent to me." He lowered his head, his voice trembling. ,"But I have my own difficulties...I once told you that I am a defective person...I cannot have children like ordinary people."

I looked at him in shock, and suddenly understood the pain in his heart. A term came to my mind - post-traumatic stress disorder. I gently held his shoulders and said,"It's okay. This is all because of your illness. Your illness can be cured."

He raised his head suddenly, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes,"Really? If I cure Okay, will you...will you leave?" His voice was trembling and uneasy.

I smiled softly,"You should cure your disease first. You know, if I can go home, I will go home."

A bright light flashed in his eyes,"Okay, as long as you are willing. Rou'er I will make proper arrangements and we can live our own lives, okay?"

I was shocked,"No! Your Majesty will not agree."

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes,"What if I give up my identity as the prince?"

I said. I quickly covered his mouth,"Don't talk nonsense! It's over if His Majesty finds out!"

I quickly pulled him to sit on the bed,"Hongmei!" Hongmei came in, and the palace attendants began to clean up the room. I motioned them all to go out, then poured a cup of tea and handed it to him,"What happened tonight? Why are you so childish all of a sudden?"

Zhao Jihuan smiled and took the tea, but did not drink it,"I just suddenly wanted to be willful."

I was curious. He asked:"Does Your Majesty know this?"

Zhao Jihuan sighed,"Your blood this morning... they should think I'm fine."

I patted my head in frustration,"Why didn't you tell me earlier? How do I know? It’s all the words that misled me! No wonder the queen asked me to take the initiative... She said anything about the child this morning... I misunderstood..."

I knelt down and looked at，"So what should we do now?"

Zhao Jihuan pulled me up and sat on the edge of the bed,"It's okay, just let it be a misunderstanding."

I said in surprise:"What? That's not good? What if they find out it's fake? How about I talk to my empress.

Zhao Jihuan smiled and said,"What are you going to say?""

I thought deeply:"I...I don't know how to say it. Why!"

I sighed deeply, feeling that my body was tightly surrounded by the fatigue of the day. I lay on the bed, rolled up the quilt and moved to the inside of the bed, closed my eyes, and tried to fight against sleep.

Zhao Jihuan also lay down and said softly:" Then go to bed early."His voice had a hint of fatigue, as if he was also fighting against fatigue.

I closed my eyes, but Rourou's questions kept echoing in my mind, and I struggled to sleep and asked:"Rourou, does she also know this problem of yours? That's why I asked you, okay?"

Zhao Jihuan's voice suddenly became shy:"She must not be sure, she and I... just tried it for one night."

Hearing this, I immediately opened my eyes, turned to look at him, and said in a somewhat urgent tone:"You are really stupid, then she must know, otherwise how could she ask you.

I smiled evilly and continued to tease him:"Haven't you tried any medicine?" I've seen it written in the storybook. Zhao

Jihuan looked at me deeply and said seriously:"Who dares to give these medicines to the prince?" Besides, these drugs are generally highly toxic and strong, and if used too much, they can easily cause injury or even death. I was amused by his seriousness and joked:"Rourou's stomach hasn't moved for so long. Aren't you anxious?" I won't let Rourou take the initiative to order something. Then......"

Zhao Jihuan also seemed to relax. He quickly covered my mouth and said with a smile:"Xing'er, you are really not thin-skinned."

We looked at each other and smiled, and the relaxed and intimate atmosphere flowed between us. I pulled his hand away and said softly:"Okay, let's leave those internal affairs to Rourou. Go to bed!"

As my words fell, the room fell into silence. Our words and laughter dissipated in the air, leaving only the slight chirping of insects outside the window and the sound of the night breeze blowing against the window. Everything is calm.

Zhao Jihuan lay quietly on the bed and closed his eyes. He listened to the breathing of the people next to him and felt the calmness and tranquility. Only after confirming that she had fallen asleep peacefully, did he dare to quietly open his eyes and slowly turn his head to look at her.

The woman's sleeping face looked so peaceful and innocent. The moonlight shines on her face through the window, adding a mysterious and gentle glow to her. Zhao Jihuan stared at her, feeling indescribably moved in his heart.

He understood that at this moment, he had completely opened his heart to her, without any defense or pretense. She saw his most vulnerable side, but she didn't flinch because of it. Instead, she stood by his side even more firmly. He couldn't help but start to think, why could she face everything about him so calmly? Why could she give him such acceptance and understanding?

But that night, when Rou'er discovered his mutilation, her eyes became hollow for a moment, as if she couldn't accept this cruel fact. Her arms hugged him tightly, trying to spread warmth and comfort. He felt the trembling of her fingertips.

When he recalled the moment when his father gave Rou'er to him, he tried to open his heart and accept Rou'er into his world. However, the cruel reality of that night made him know that he was hopeless.

But when Song Wanxing appeared in his life, everything changed. Her appearance was like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating the darkness deep in his heart. In front of her, he felt so relaxed and at ease, as if he had returned to himself thirteen years ago, the innocent and gorgeous boy.

Zhao Jihuan held Song Wanxing's hand tightly. Her fingertips were warm and soft, in sharp contrast to the cold fatigue in his heart. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth, as if a warm current poured into his heart, dispelling the haze in his heart.

As the night deepened, Zhao Jihuan's eyelids began to feel heavy. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to a time full of joy and laughter thirteen years ago. He saw his brother, grandpa, Concubine Handan and his uncle, all of whom were still with him. Yuan'er is still the innocent and lively naughty boy, his mother can still dance a sword, and his father has not yet turned gray.

He felt as if he had become the child surrounded by love again, having fun without care, without any imperfections or pain. At this moment, he felt freedom and peace that he had never experienced before. It was a feeling of returning to himself and releasing his soul.

At Yinshi, Zhao Jihuan slowly opened his eyes. He gently moved Song Wanxing's hand away, for fear of disturbing her sweet dream. He sat up and looked at her face tenderly, feeling a warmth surge in his heart.

He carefully got out of bed and took out a painting from the box. He gently placed the painting next to the pillow.

Then, he looked back at Song Wanxing, his eyes full of tenderness. He began to dress, opening the door carefully so as not to make any noise.

When Eunuch Dexi saw Zhao Jihuan coming out, he immediately stepped forward to greet him and asked,"Your Highness, what's the matter?" Zhao Jihuan said softly,"Let's go to the side hall to wash up and then go directly to court." Although Eunuch Dexi was a little a little nervous. He was confused, but still followed Zhao Jihuan's instructions.

Zhao Jihuan's steps were firm and steady, and his heart was filled with relaxation and comfort.