Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

Even though he was not conscious, Yun Ting still felt the shudder coming from deep in his soul.

This tone is so similar to that of the Regent.

He immediately understood the feeling of a court official being rebuked by the Regent, as if his head was about to be chopped off at any moment.

His whole body felt cold, and even though he couldn't move properly, Yun Ting still moved firmly away from Yun Ji.

The terrifying aura is like a sticky piece of taffy, following you everywhere and you can't get rid of it no matter what you do.

For some unknown reason, Yun Ting had the illusion that he was being stared at by a large wild beast and was unable to move.

Without hearing Yun Ji's threat, Gao Shu bravely came over and ordered people to clean up the mess.

The mess on the bed and the unpleasant smell challenged Yun Ji's already limited tolerance.

The outer robe that Nan Yingzhi had given was already in a mess, and the newly made purse was also in an equally terrible state.

All my hard work went to waste, and the anger surged from my chest to my throat, burning me.

If he had not been rational, Yun Ji would have wanted to pull out Yun Ting's tendons, peel off Yun Ting's skin, and listen to Yun Ting's screams.

How dare he touch the purse that he had just made and only intended for Nan Yingzhi to touch?

How dare you insult the robe that Nan Yingzhi gave you!

Yun Ji was so angry that he was shaking all over. He really wanted to beat Yun Ting up to vent his anger.

He subconsciously moved his finger joints, as if warming up and preparing for battle.

"Your Majesty," Gao Shu could not help but explain for Yun Ting after sensing Yun Ji's rage, "The Emperor drank too much at the farewell banquet. It was unintentional. Please bear with me."

be magnanimous?

Yun Ji admitted that he was not a saint and could not bear the injustice alone without seeking compensation.

His eyes were like knives, and with a sound of breaking through the air, they stabbed towards Yun Ting who was lying on the side.

Yun Ting, with a panic-stricken look on his face, seemed no longer the younger brother he once cherished, but an enemy with whom he would fight to the death whenever they met.

Yun Ji had never been violent towards Yun Ting, and he felt more and more regretful. He did not fight back when he could have, and now there was a huge difference in their status, and he had no chance to fight back at all.

For a while, the relationship between the two of them was so tense that they seemed to be irreconcilable.

After vomiting, Yun Ting felt much more energetic, but he was even more frightened. He trembled and dared not look Yun Ji in the eyes.

It was strange, this beautiful lady Lian was not as gentle and lovely as usual, but instead gave off a ferocious and evil aura.

That look seemed to be able to eat me alive.

Knowing that tonight's ambiguity had to end, Yun Ting hesitated for a moment and did not dare to continue the gloomy atmosphere.

He made a concession and stiffly extended his hand to Gao Shu: "Return to the Yangxin Palace."

Gao Shu understood and shouted: "Your Majesty, please come..."

As soon as Yun Ting left, Yun Ji punched the pillar.

Instantly, my entire arm was numb.

The force was so great and the sound so loud that even Lan Fu, who had practiced martial arts for many years, was frightened.

Yun Ji still felt it was not enough, so he punched the pillar again and again.

It was like he was fighting a life-and-death battle with the pillar, and either the pillar would break or his hand would break.

The hands, as white as mutton-fat jade, could not bear the intensity of "not giving up until this pillar is knocked down" at all, and turned red, as if they were about to bleed.

"Miss," Lan Fu felt extremely distressed when she saw the tears in Yun Ji's eyes. She thought Yun Ji was angry because he was not favored, so she quickly comforted him, "The emperor did not favor you today, but we still have a chance tomorrow."

"As long as there is green, there will be no shortage of firewood. This is what you read to me before." Fearing that Yun Ji would do something to hurt her again, Lan Fu tightly grasped Yun Ji's restless hands, "Taking care of your own health is the most important thing. Why do you have to embarrass yourself?"

Thinking of what the Regent had said to Yun Ji, saying take care of yourself, and Yun Ji's deep love for the Regent, Lan Fu thought quickly: "The Regent told you to take good care of yourself. If the Regent knew about this, he would be sad!"

When Yun Ji heard Lan Fu mention Nan Yingzhi, the distracting thoughts in his mind gradually disappeared.

He suddenly realized that his actions just now were similar to those of Concubine Jing when she was ill.

The same disregard for image, the same hysteria.

Yun Ji stopped struggling and laughed at himself in his heart.

It turns out that madness is hereditary.

As afraid as he was that Concubine Jing would kill him, Yun Ji felt so helpless now.

Bitterness gathered in my mind bit by bit and condensed into a sentence.

Finally, is he crazy too?

He suddenly turned his palm towards himself and was shocked to see blood oozing from his hand.

His eyes widened instantly, revealing bloodshot eyes caused by lack of sleep.

Did he just hurt himself?

Nan Yingzhi clearly told him to take care of himself.

A surge of bitterness surged up in his heart and his eyes became moist. Yun Ji wanted to cover his eyes with his hands.

But Lan Fu held on tightly and he couldn't pull it free.

The command was simple and clear. Yun Ji's voice was hoarse, as if there was a piece of iron rubbing against his throat: "Let go."

"No," Lan Fu was still afraid that if she let go, Yun Ji would do something out of the ordinary again, so she kept her strength on her hands, "Unless you promise not to hurt yourself again!"

Because of Nan Yingzhi's words, Yun Ji would never hurt himself again. His vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, and he murmured, "I promise."

Even after getting the promise, Lan Fu was still a little worried. She let go of Yun Ji's hand, but continued to observe Yun Ji's condition.

So that if anything goes wrong, it can be stopped immediately.

Unlike venting his anger just now, Yun Ji leaned over, picked up a clean corner of the dirty robe, and held it in his trembling arms.

Tears flowed out like a flood. Yun Ji didn't dare cry too loudly. He sobbed softly, with resentment, longing, and complaint.

Even a widow who had lost her husband for many years and had a heart as hard as iron would cry when she heard that voice.

Gently picking up the purse that Yunji had painstakingly embroidered, Lan Fu sighed silently.

This purse was badly stained. Even if it was immersed in a basin of water and washed several times with soap, the smell of the filth would certainly linger.

But Miss, you seem to cherish it very much.

It should be given to the Regent. After all, when the young lady saw His Majesty pick it up, she had no intention of giving it to him as a gift.

On the contrary, the lady, who usually loved to keep clean, hugged the dirty robe without any disgust and cried uncontrollably.

In Lanfu's opinion, the young lady's attitude towards the Regent and His Majesty was very clear.

After all, the Regent once said, "Take care of yourself," and the young lady took it to heart and stopped harming her health.

It is true that the regent's words are more effective than an imperial edict.

Faintly, Lan Fu seemed to hear Yun Ji silently muttering "Little Gardenia" to his outer robe.

Like a devout believer, he kissed the relatively clean parts of his outer robe as he recited.

Lanfu couldn't understand the young lady's strange behavior.

How can it make sense to call your own name at someone else's things?

Considering what happened just now, when Yun Ji smashed the pillar crazily, Lan Fu had an inexplicable guess in her mind.

Miss, are you going crazy because of the loss?

Seeing that Yunji didn't seem to be hurting herself for the time being, Lan Fu quietly packed up the other things and changed the bedding.

As if he would never die, Yun Ji kept crying there, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

As the night deepened, Lan Fu moved closer to Yun Ji, observing when he would cry himself to sleep.

The sound finally stopped, and Lan Fu breathed a sigh of relief. She reached out and tried to move Yun Ji from the ground to the bed.

There is no heater in Zhuixia Palace. You will catch a cold if you sleep on the floor all night.

When he was about to meet Yunji, Yunji suddenly opened his eyelids.