After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

"Your Highness the Ninth Prince, Lord Xun is now placed next door and is still in a coma."

Instead of asking about Xun Zhan's injuries in advance as the imperial physician had expected, Xia Yu walked steadily towards the next room.

At this moment, Xia Yu suddenly empathized with Xun Zhan who was blocked outside the palace wall when he was poisoned.

Any description of a condition from someone else is no better than seeing it with your own eyes.

If Xun Zhan had insisted on taking that look at that moment, he would have to pay with his life.

Later, Xun Zhan, who appeared in Xianyun Palace wearing a human skin mask, did intend to sacrifice his life.

Today, Xun Zhan, who had no martial arts skills, held him tightly in his arms and did not even think about whether he could survive.

As soon as he entered the room, the smell of blood, masked by the pungent smell of herbs, penetrated into Xia Yu's nostrils.

Kneeling on one knee beside the bed, Xia Yu's eyes turned crazy with the pain from the bruises on his knee and calf.

Xia Yu frowned as he untied the thin blanket and saw with his own eyes the wounds on Xun Zhan that were still bleeding after being bandaged from head to toe.

Xia Yu increased the strength he used to suppress the bruise on his knee, thought about it, and then relaxed his strength.

This little bit of pain is nothing compared to Xun Zhan's.

It would be even more painful if Xun Zhan knew that the person he protected with his life did not cherish his body in the end.

After covering Xun Zhan with the blanket again, Xia Yu looked at the director who was beside him and warned him in a youthful voice:

"His legs will continue to accompany me to explore mountains and rivers, and his hands will continue to write beautiful scenes for me. I will not allow him to have any sequelae."

Xia Yu spoke very calmly, but the director of the Imperial Hospital could clearly feel the intimidation hidden beneath this calmness.

And this deterrence is very familiar.

It seems like Xia Qi, but also seems more like Xia Che.

But it must be different from Xia Hong, because the deterrence released by Xia Hong is cold and sinister.

However, he also felt that it was normal for Xia Yu to be like these two people. After all, these people all had the same destination: Zhong Yuanyuan.

"Please rest assured, Ninth Prince. I will take good care of you, Lord Xun, and I will personally monitor the medicine you need to take. Once it is ready, I will arrange for someone to deliver it to Xianyun Palace."

"No, just leave it in the Imperial Hospital."

Xia Yu knew that after today, there would be thousands of paths before him, but not one of them would lead him back to Xianyun Palace.

He walked slowly on the familiar palace road, from the darkness when he first left the Imperial Hospital, to the bright lights leading the way when he was halfway through, to the dark path that no palace servants were allowed to enter without being summoned. Xia Yu went from darkness to light, and then from light back to darkness.

He was not born to live in the sun, darkness is his background color, but Xia Yu never felt that darkness was inferior to light.

Xia Yu doesn't need to wait, and can pass through every path in the darkness.

It's just that you take a few more detours and fall a few more times than when you stay in the light.

Gently pushing open the wooden door of Xianyun Palace, the courtyard where the lights were turned off early in the past is now still bright.

Zhong Yuanyuan sat on a wooden chair with a lantern beside her, looking at Xia Yu who was coming towards her with a smile.

"My son greets my mother."

Instead of going over to help Xia Yu up from his kneeling position, Zhong Yuanyuan sat down and asked, "Yu'er, are you feeling well?"

Xia Yu lowered his eyes, which were slightly red and slightly sad.

Her voice was unusually calm: "My son is fine, please rest assured, mother."

She reached out and touched Xia Yu's head, her tenderness and tolerance pouring out from her words: "Yu'er, whatever I do is my own decision, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Xun Zhan was covered in wounds because of saving you. No matter who you are, or how deep your love will be in the future, you should never forget this life-saving grace."

Among all the royal heirs in the palace, everyone once thought that Xia Yu was the one who lived the hardest life, but Xia Yu knew that he lived a richer life than anyone else.

Zhong Yuanyuan gave Xia Yu all the nutrients a boy needed from the moment he was born to his current age.

The richness of life is at your fingertips, but the lack of spirit and ability is difficult to make up for in a lifetime.

After these two words were spoken, Xia Yu already knew what path his mother had chosen.

He couldn't stop it, nor did he have the right to stop it, let alone stop it.

Kneeling down and kowtowed to Zhong Yuanyuan, Xia Yu said, "Son understands. Starting tonight, I will go to the Imperial Hospital to take care of Xun Zhan. When he gets better, I will go to the Prime Minister's Residence to take care of him."

"After he recovers, my son will come back to the palace often to accompany my mother."

Xia Yu knew that when Xun Zhan recovered, Xianyun Palace would not be his home, and neither would the Imperial Palace.

But his mother gave him the freedom that she would never get.

She personally stood up and sent Xia Yu to the door. Zhong Yuanyuan handed the lantern to Xia Yu and said, "Yu'er, you are not someone's son, nor are you someone's brother. You are just Xia Yu, and mother also hopes that you can live like Xia Yu."

Don't let what others say be good or bad and let your original intention be disturbed.

With kindness and sincerity in mind, walk the path that belongs to Xia Territory.

With a faint smile in return, Xia Yu strode forward with his head held high.

"Yu'er, please walk carefully when it's dark."

The young man nodded heavily, but did not look back at Zhong Yuanyuan.

Now he does not have the ability to lead Zhong Yuanyuan out of the darkness, so he will take drastic measures and create a new world first.

After watching Xia Yu’s back completely disappear from his sight, Zhong Yuanyuan turned and entered the Buddhist hall.

The wooden fish was struck again and again, and the Sutra of Rebirth fell from Zhong Yuanyuan's mouth again and again.

Xia Qizong has passed away for more than ten years, but Zhong Yuanyuan still remembers their first meeting on the riverside of the ancient temple, their companionship in the country courtyard, and their sharing of life and death when they drew their swords to restart the mountains and rivers.

The past scenes reappeared one after another, so clear that they did not seem like they happened decades ago, but rather like they happened in the past few days.

It seemed like just yesterday, after she was seriously injured by the enemy, Xia Qi fed her the only roasted sweet potato with red eyes, bite by bite.

Her husband, from a country farmer to a king ruling the world, lived a life that was worthy of the people.

Her husband, from his youthful recklessness to his gray hair, has lived up to the promise he made to Zhong Yuanyuan when he proposed to her, that he would only love her in this life.

The sky turned blue and the sound of the wooden fish stopped.

Zhong Yuanyuan knelt with her back straight for the entire night, and her eyes, which had remained calm for years, were now filled with tears.

"Brother Qi, will you blame me?"

Blame her for not choosing to live and die with him for the sake of her posthumous child?

Blame her for making Xia Yu recognize the thief as his father?

Should we blame her for not taking good care of her two children, leaving them to walk alone for more than a decade?

Is it her fault that after she had the power to save herself, she chose to hide in Xianyun Palace for more than ten years because of the outside threats and the resurgence of internal warlords?

Is it her fault that she would walk out of Xianyun Palace today and use her flesh and blood to fulfill Xia Hong's crazy obsession with power?