Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

An hour later.

Zeguang Zeqing returned to the palace and came to Chu Ling.

They both knelt down and saluted.

"Your Highness."

Chu Ling sat in front of the royal platform and raised his eyes.

His eyes fell on them.

He paused for a moment, then looked behind them.

It was empty, and the little man who was supposed to come back did not appear. The book in his hand slowly closed, his eyes cold.

"what happened?"

Ze Guang knelt on the ground and lowered his head, "Back to Your Highness, Young Master Yun suddenly felt unwell and had a high fever. He was unable to leave immediately to return to the palace, so he wanted to postpone his return until the day after tomorrow..."

"..."

For a moment, the vast and empty palace was eerily quiet.

The sickly and ghostly young man sat there without saying a word and his eyes were dark.

There was silence for a while.

Later, some old books were placed on the table.

The sound was not loud, but it was inexplicably like a heavy thunder, hitting the heart directly.

Zeguang Zeqing was kneeling with his head lowered.

It seemed like he was even breathing more lightly and didn't dare to get any heavier.

There was obviously nothing on his shoulders, but he felt a heavy pressure invisibly.

They were so pressed that they didn't dare to look up.

Ze Guangfu knelt on the cold ground, paused, and continued: "I have seen it with my own eyes. The young master... is indeed feeling unwell."

Chu Ling lowered his eyelashes and his tone was uncertain, "Really?"

How did he...

Do you really not believe it?

Before I left, I was still a lively and energetic chatterbox, but after two days of departure, I couldn't bear to get sick anymore?

His cold and white fingertips landed on the countertop, tapping lightly. His eyes were extremely dark, and it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

It was extremely quiet in the huge palace.

For a long time.

It wasn't until the two kneeling people's limbs were stiff, their blood was sluggish, and their lower bodies were numb that the Crown Prince above him spoke with a cold tone.

"Bring him back tomorrow."

He only had one day's grace.

"If you can't bring it back, let Yun and Zhong Titou come to see you."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After Zeguang Zeqing retired, the palace became completely quiet.

Chu Ling sat, his eyes falling on the book in front of him.

It was a book that his companion had left with him. Before leaving, she still held the book in her arms every day, pestering him to press his legs.

He is a silly little tail. He smiles when he sees him, and his smile is sweet and sweet.

Chu Ling looked at the book she left behind quietly, his eyes dark and uncertain.

He probably realized that he seemed to care a little too much about her.

It actually didn't matter if she came back two days late, as there was no one around to talk to him, just stay with him.

If he wanted to, he could ask others to stand by him at any time, and there was no shortage of her.

Chu Ling looked at the book and suddenly stuffed it at the bottom of the memorials.

Don’t look, don’t think, don’t speak.

I don't know what I'm upset about.

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The second day.

Zeguang Zeqing left the palace early and went to Yun Mansion to pick up someone.

He came out before dawn and stayed outside the palace for a long time. He didn't come back until nearly evening.

This time, with the prince's personal imperial edict, they successfully received the person.

As darkness approached, Zeguang Zeqing led people to the Political Palace.

The chief steward went in first to report.

"Your Highness, Young Master Yun is back."

Chu Ling, who was reviewing the memorial, stopped for an instant.

The ink smudges on the thin paper.

He lowered his eyes, his pale face expression cold, as if nothing happened.

"Let him in."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The steward's father-in-law exited, and soon someone came in.

Come in, take a step, then stop.