After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Yuwen Qi was silent for a long time.

Others could not see his emotions, they could only see that his hand, placed on his knee, was clenched so tightly that it had turned bloodless.

Li Liang trembled and comforted him: "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences..."

"Get out." Yu Wenqi's voice sounded like the growl of a wild beast in a cave.

Li Liang was so frightened that he dared not speak any more.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Investigate, investigate for me, who did it! I want him to die without a burial place!"

"No need for your instructions, Your Highness. I have already sent people to investigate! Lord Wei from the Dali Temple will also help." Li Liang said.

Yuwen Qi closed his eyes.

He was sad, angry, and melancholy.

Zhao Ge died just like that. He hadn't even reconciled with her yet, but she was killed so easily.

There seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his heart, but he suppressed the discomfort.

He was absent-minded the whole day.

This matter also reached Wan'an Hall.

Concubine Lan was surprised, then frowned and sighed, "What bad luck! She has only been married for a year and my son has become a widower! It will not sound good if this is spread out."

Nanny Fang looked around warily and warned carefully: "Madam, don't say these things now, or someone might overhear and make a fuss about it."

"...I understand." Lan Fei's face looked unhappy and she didn't say anything else.

Meng Zhaoge's funeral was supposed to be held the next day.

But Emperor Chu had just recovered, and Concubine Lan felt that holding a funeral ceremony was too unlucky. And since Meng Zhaoge's body was gone, there was no rush to bury him.

She discussed with Yuwen Qi and decided to suppress the news of Meng Zhaoge's death for the time being.

In addition, everyone in the Prince of Jing’s Mansion was ordered to keep silent.

The maids in Meiyuan cried all day long. Meng Ruyuan locked herself in the room, looking emaciated.

The mother and son served Emperor Chu and pretended nothing had happened.

In a flash, ten days passed.

Emperor Chu finally recovered and began to attend court again.

But on this day, Yuwen Qi fell ill without any warning.

On his way back from court, he suddenly vomited blood and passed out.

When he woke up, Emperor Chu was standing by his bed, looking at him worriedly: "You silly boy, I have many palace servants to serve me, why do you have to do it yourself? You are just exhausting yourself."

Concubine Lan winked at him.

Just now, she was in tears and exaggerated the story to make Emperor Chu believe that Yuwen Qi fainted because of the trouble he took in taking care of him.

Yuwen Qi understood, "I just feel more at ease if I do it myself. I am still young, so it's not a big deal. Father, just go back and have a rest."

The perfect cooperation between mother and son moved Emperor Chu to tears.

After speaking a few more words to Yuwen Qi, Emperor Chu left.

As soon as he left, Yuwen Qi closed his eyes in pain, clenched his fists tightly, and pounded the bed with all his strength.

"Qi'er! What are you doing!" Lan Fei hurriedly stepped forward and held him down.

Yuwen Qi's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse: "Mother, she is dead, she is dead."

Concubine Lan paused: "Qi'er, are you doing this for Meng Zhaoge..."

Before he finished speaking, veins bulged on Yu Wenqi's forehead, and he looked like he was on the verge of collapse.

Could it be that Qi'er has fallen in love with Meng Zhaoge?

Concubine Lan was stunned.

"Qi'er, tell me, are you in love with Meng Zhaoge? Why didn't you tell me anything?"

Yuwen Qi murmured sadly: "I don't know... Mother, I don't know..."

"Before this, I thought I was just using her. I thought I just had a little bit of feelings for her. But she died, and I..."

"You're vomiting blood!" Lan Fei whispered, "This is not a thought at all!"

Yuwen Qi stopped talking.

Concubine Lan just felt a headache and her mood was complicated.

Originally, she thought that since Meng Zhaoge was dead and Qi'er didn't like her, it would be a good opportunity for Yue Liu.

But now, her son is vomiting blood for Meng Zhaoge!

Concubine Lan was distressed and was about to say a few more words of comfort, but she saw Yuwen Qi close his eyes: "Mother, please go out first, let me be quiet."

"Then you should have a good rest." She could only hold down the corner of the quilt for him and leave the room.

As soon as he went out, Li Liang came forward and said, "Your Majesty, when will the news of the princess' death be announced? It's not a good idea to keep it secret like this."

Concubine Lan was upset: "Maybe in two days, I'll wait until the period gets better!"

This Meng Zhaoge, if he hadn’t died earlier, he would have died now.

It made her son so sad.

...

At night, the sky is full of stars.

The quiet bamboo forest was filled with moonlight. On the deep path, a figure in blue clothes, carrying a basket of herbs, returned to the bamboo house.

There were candles burning in the room, illuminating the woman's lifeless face.

"Not awake yet." He frowned.

It had been fifteen days since he rescued her from the tree trunk on the cliff. He had taken good care of her but still could not bring her back to life.

Forget it, everyone has their own destiny.

He sighed in his heart and then went to boil the medicine.

The unconscious woman on the bed was Meng Zhaoge.

She had a dream.

In the dream, there was a deserted yard with weeds and broken bricks and tiles. A man in ragged clothes, leaning on a cane, staggered into the yard.

Through the wall, he tried to talk to the person on the other side.

"How are you today?"

The woman on the other end said in a dead voice: "I survived another day, but my nails are starting to fall off. I guess I'm really going to die soon."

"That will be soon." He chatted with her while sitting on the ground. "When you die, I will go with you."

The woman laughed: "When I first came here, you always encouraged me, saying that as long as there is green mountains, there will be no shortage of firewood."

He sighed: "But your green mountain has become a wasteland. You might as well go and reincarnate."

He also advised her: "You have to accept your fate. We can't beat others. In the next life, you have to avoid bad people."

She was silent for a long time.

I really don't want to accept my fate.

A wall separated the two people, and two pairs of equally empty and numb eyes looked up at the gray sky.

The scene changed and showed a scene that Meng Zhaoge was extremely familiar with.

She was strangled to death by Yuwen Qi in the room. Her body was covered with pus and her face was pale and yellow. There was no dignity at all.

The man in the dragon robe strode out of the dilapidated house. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching voice came from across the wall:

"Yuwenqi, you will get your retribution!"

The young emperor's eyes flashed with sternness, and then he ordered: "Bring him to me."

The guards rushed to the courtyard behind the wall.

However, the next moment, there was a loud 'bang' and the guards rushed back in panic and knelt in front of Yuwen Qi.

"Your Majesty, that man...that man jumped into the well and committed suicide!"

……

When Meng Zhaoge opened his eyes, he was hurt by the dazzling sunlight outside.

She didn't know where she was. She wanted to move, but she found that her whole body was in pain and her bones seemed to be falling apart.

Just when I was confused, I heard footsteps outside.

She squinted her eyes and could only see his slender figure.

It's a man.

The next moment, she met a pair of bright eyes.

"Pei Yu..." Meng Zhaoge was stunned.