My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

Looking at Cui Qimo's distorted face, Eunuch Fu said nothing more. He knew that whatever he said would be redundant.

He slowly sat down on the shabby wooden bed, slowly closed his eyes, and turbid tears slid down from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

"I'll give you one night to think about it." Cui Qimo turned around and was about to leave.

As soon as he walked out of the low prison door, a weak voice came from behind him, as if he had given up all hope, "Da Foshan... a full four million taels..."

Cui Qimo's body froze, and he slowly turned around, "Did the emperor's private treasury really all belong to Prince Jing? Haha... Father, you are so cruel, but you didn't leave me a single penny!"

Eunuch Fu opened his tearful eyes with difficulty, a little absent-minded, "The late emperor once said that as long as Prince Jing was alive and well, he would be at ease. This silver is the last life-saving money he left for Prince Jing. Even if he has no place in the court, at least he can have a life of luxury and wealth. It's a pity that I have failed the late emperor's trust and have not been able to hand over this silver to Prince Jing... Late emperor, I am ashamed of your entrustment, I am sorry..."

When leaving the Ministry of War dungeon, Cui Qimo felt a moment of pain in his heart, but more of a sense of relief, as if something that he had been struggling with before suddenly no longer needed to be a concern.

"If he wants to die, there's no need to stop him." He said coldly.

When I returned to the palace, it was already dark.

Cui Qimo sat in the imperial study for a long time. He sat there motionless, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Eunuch Li served carefully at the side, not daring to make any noise.

Looking at the dark night, Cui Qimo suddenly stood up and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Go to Jinxiu Palace!"

It’s the middle of the night in the Splendid Palace.

Concubine Wan was still combing her hair in front of the mirror, still using the jade-bone comb.

The teeth of the comb slid gently across her scalp, and her expressionless face was pale and bloodless.

In this gorgeous yet cold bedroom, under the dim candlelight, her hands moved mechanically, like a zombie walking out of hell.

Like a walking corpse, without any sign of life.

Cui Qimo walked behind her with a gloomy face and said coldly: "Don't you find it strange that after dinner, the maid Yuanyang who grew up with you disappeared."

Concubine Wan acted as if she didn't hear anything and continued combing her hair.

Cui Qimo looked at the woman in the mirror who had a beautiful face but no life at all. He leaned close to her ear and said cruelly, "She's dead. I ordered people to beat her to death with sticks."

Concubine Wan just moved her eyelids, raised her eyes slightly to glance at the extremely noble man in the mirror, lowered her eyes again, and still said nothing.

Cui Qimo stared at the face of the person in the mirror. "Because she did something she shouldn't have done and passed on information that she shouldn't have passed on to people outside the palace."

Concubine Wan suddenly exerted force on the jade comb, her chest heaving violently, and her breathing became a little unstable.

But after just a moment, she calmed down, put down the jade comb, and said lightly: "As long as the emperor is happy."

Anger rose from Cui Qimo's heart, "Aren't you sad or upset at all? Yuanyang came with you from Changguo, and you grew up together. How can you be so cold-blooded that you can be so indifferent when you heard about her death?"

Concubine Wan gave a strange smile, "If I'm sad, will she be able to come back to life?"

Cui Qimo glanced at the jade comb on the dressing table: "In your heart, except for Prince Jing, no one else is worthy of your concern? Including your own biological son, and even yourself!?"

After saying that, he reached out and swiped the dressing table in anger.

All the items on the dressing table fell to the ground.

There was a crisp sound in between, and the jade comb broke into three pieces on the cold blue bricks.

Concubine Wan paused and stared at the ground in a daze.

Then, she walked over, slowly squatted down, picked up the broken jade comb, and slowly took out a silk handkerchief from the drawer, and put the broken jade comb into the silk handkerchief piece by piece.

Her movements were gentle and she was not angry. Her beautiful big eyes, which were lifeless, were full of tenderness, as if she was looking at her most beloved lover.

"I need to rest now. Your Majesty, please go back." Her voice was even without any ups and downs, as if nothing had happened just now.

Cui Qimo panted heavily, tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and left in a huff.

This was what annoyed him the most about this woman. It was like you used a sledgehammer to hit her hard, hoping to get a hateful counterattack from her, but you found that the sledgehammer hit a pile of cotton and there was no point of support.

This feeling of not being able to control everything made him very unhappy.

She hardly spoke to him, but every time he was in her presence, he felt passive.

The bedroom returned to its deathly silence, and Concubine Wan suddenly collapsed on the ground.

She tightly grasped the silk handkerchief wrapped around the jade comb, and her hands looked even paler because of the force.

Two lines of tears fell from those beautiful eyes.

"Aunt Wan, you must be fine. I will rescue you. As long as my father takes action, I will have the opportunity to rescue you from the palace and get rid of the shackles of this cold palace. You have to go home, you know, you have to go home, back to Emperor Chang, so you must first stay alive. Leave the things here to me..." The words Cui Hongjing once said to her echoed in her ears again.

Yes, back to Dachang.

Since her marriage to Zhenguo, she has never returned to her hometown and has never seen her closest relative, the Emperor of Changguo, again.

She wanted to go back to the past, to the girl who rode on horseback and galloped across the grassland. That hearty laughter would never be heard again.

The girl who fell asleep sweetly on her brother's back after playing so hard will never appear again.

She remembered that one time, she fell asleep on her brother's back and drooled, soaking his clothes.

When the emperor brother put her down, he saw the saliva at the corner of her mouth, smiled and pinched her nose, calling her a "little pony".

She was sleeping soundly when she felt her nose itchy. She stretched out her tender little white hand and pushed her brother's hand away.

The emperor's brother was not paying attention and fell down on the chair.

At that time, the emperor's brother was still the prince, but he was not angry at all. He got up and teased her again.

The laughter of the brother and sister echoed throughout the palace.

But all this came to an abrupt end twenty years ago.

Father, why are you so cruel to send your daughter to this hellish place?

That year, it was her brother, the crown prince, who personally sent her to Zhenguo and to the Eastern Palace, and married her to Cui Qimo, the crown prince of Zhenguo at that time and the current emperor of Zhenguo.

She remembered that when her brother left, he hugged her and cried for a long time, and repeatedly told her, "If anyone bullies you, send someone to tell me, and I will definitely find a way to bring you home."

That day, she climbed up the high palace wall and watched her brother's carriage slowly drive away from the palace.

The horse's hooves raised clouds of dust and headed west, taking away all her romance and laughter.

For a whole six months, she didn't let Cui Qimo touch her.

Cui Qimo knew that she missed home so much, so he didn't force her.

A year passed. Cui Qimo waited for a whole year and became annoyed and started to ignore her.

She enjoyed her leisure time, living like a transparent person in this lifeless palace.

If she had not met that man during that period, perhaps she would really write a letter to her royal brother, asking him to rescue her and return her to the country; the more likely possibility is that she would have already become a lonely ghost hanging on a white silk thread on the eaves.

But she met someone, someone who made her willing to give everything for him.

During her loneliest and darkest times, that person had always been by her side, giving her endless love and companionship.

She felt like she was alive again and her life had meaning again.

But after Cui Qimo ascended the throne, everything soon changed.

Cui Qimo completely destroyed the person she cared about most.

She had nothing left, nothing left to lose.

Her heart was completely dead.

The only thing that kept her alive was hatred and the desire to go home.

But even if she had to go home, she had to settle this hatred before leaving.

Besides, is it really good to go home?

Back then, it was her closest relatives who sent her to hell.

Perhaps, Changguo no longer has her home, and there are no relatives who care about her anymore.