The prince loves me like his life, but I force him to rebel

"That's right. It's absolutely true. Concubine Cao died at the hands of Empress Xian, and Empress Xian's target was you." The man in black spoke with a firm tone, shattering the last glimmer of hope in Sima Ye's heart.

Seeing Sima Ye's current condition, the man in black only wanted to know the truth and had no intention of resisting, so he untied his acupoints.

Sima Ye turned his limbs and neck to loosen up his stiff body.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"I knew you would ask me that."

The man in black took out a letter from his waist and handed it to Sima Ye.

Sima Ye took the letter out of the envelope doubtfully and opened it.

The old paper has turned yellow, and it seems that if you use a little more force, the paper will break.

Sima Ye carefully unfolded the letter.

"Father, I am happy. My daughter is fine, please don't worry."

There was no signature or date on the letter.

"What can this nonsensical letter tell us? It's just a greeting letter from my mother to my grandfather!"

"It seems that you have recognized that this is Queen Xian's handwriting."

The man in black did not answer, but asked back.

Sima Ye was indeed certain that this was Empress Xian's handwriting many years ago.

The reason why Sima Ye knew it so clearly was because Empress Xian's previous handwriting was arrogant and domineering. Although it looked very chic, the emperor believed that women's handwriting was too arrogant and lacked elegance.

Sima Ye happened to be there that day and saw it quite clearly.

He also remembered clearly that from then on, Empress Xian deliberately restrained the strokes of her calligraphy, especially the left and right strokes, which she wrote more restrainedly than ordinary people.

In other words, if the man in black wanted to forge Empress Xian's handwriting, if he imitated it according to the handwriting of the last ten years, it would definitely be a restrained font. Now he took out the handwriting used by Empress Xian before, so it is very likely to be the authentic one.

"She is my mother, so I know her handwriting by heart."

"Since the emperor is sure that this is a letter from Empress Xian, why not take a closer look at the envelope."

Sima Ye put down the letter paper and opened the envelope. With a little force, he found that the side of the envelope was not sealed tightly and had been opened by someone.

To take out the letter, you just need to open the cover. Why do you have to open the entire envelope?

Is there something hidden in this envelope?

Sima Ye's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

He unfolded the entire envelope and turned the inside of the envelope towards himself. Sure enough, there were a lot of words densely written inside the envelope.

At that time, Bai Feng was not living in the capital. This letter was written by Imperial Noble Consort Xian to report the situation in the palace to Bai Feng after the death of Concubine Cao.

"My father was wise and paved the way in advance. As soon as Cao died, the Queen Mother offered to adopt Sima Ye to me without me even asking for permission."

"According to my father's teachings, I pretended to refuse at first to avoid the Queen Mother's suspicion."

"I have arranged for the maid who poisoned Cao to be thrown into the well. The remaining drugs have also been taken out of the palace. No one could have guessed the mystery."

"The only people who know about this are members of the Bai family."

"I have accomplished the task of killing the mother and taking the son away. Please rest assured, father. I will teach Sima Ye strictly from now on."

The four words "kill the mother and take the son" turned from one to two, and then from two to four in Sima Ye's tearful eyes, and finally occupied Sima Ye's entire vision.

"How did this letter end up in your hands? And who are you?"

The man in black did not answer Sima Ye's question, but said casually: "This letter from that year, together with your mother's scroll, can be regarded as my gift to you."

"Gift? Who wants your gift? What kind of gift is this?!"

Sima Ye was in extreme confusion and pain.

Concubine Cao was indeed his biological mother, but he had almost no memory of her. Bai Xian did kill his mother and take her son away, but over the years, if it weren't for a mother like her with a good family background, Sima Ye would not have been so highly valued by the emperor, let alone ascended the throne as he did today.

He had no doubt about the evidence given by the man in black.

Whether from the motive or the result, it is not impossible for the Bai family to do something like "killing the mother and taking the son", but what else can he do now?

Are you going to fight against the Bai family for a dead mother who is like a stranger to you?

So do you still want the throne?

Are you just going to accept the thief as your mother and completely ignore your biological mother who died unjustly?

Wouldn’t that be unworthy of being a son?

"What do you want from me when you tell me this?"

"You will soon figure out what you should do. I am just a messenger."

"Who is the person behind this?"

"We will meet if we are destined to. But not now. My mission for today has been completed, so I will take my leave now."

The man in black quickly stretched out his hand and pressed Sima Ye's body several times. Sima Ye was caught off guard and was easily hit on the acupoints by him.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. The acupuncture points will be unblocked after one stick of incense."

After saying that, the man in black jumped out of a window. Sima Ye sat there in a daze, except for his eyeballs, his whole body seemed to be set up with a barrier.

For a long time, there was no sound outside the door, and no one noticed that an assassin entered or left the emperor's bedroom.

It seems that the man in black has very high martial arts skills. He can come and go freely in this heavily guarded imperial palace.

Who does such a master obey orders from?

The person behind this is very powerful.

Since the night the man in black visited, it was as if a switch of memory had been turned on, and Sima Ye would always dream of some scattered childhood experiences.

The face of her biological mother, Concubine Cao, slowly overlapped in those fragmented memories, and finally merged with the woman in the scroll.

Many not-so-pleasant memories also took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.

Sima Ye never understood why Bai Feng had always been so kind to him since he could remember, but every time he saw him, he couldn't help feeling scared.

The fear that came from the bottom of his heart even caused his body to have a stress response. Especially when he saw Bai Feng scolding others, Sima Ye always wanted to escape.

It turned out that he almost died at Bai Feng's hands.

However, those horrible memories were forcibly suppressed by the Bai family using drugs. Therefore, in the past ten or twenty years, he always thought that the Bai family was his greatest helper. Now he understands that he is the Bai family's biggest pawn.

piece.

That's it.

When I was a child, I always thought that I was loved and cared for, and that I was much luckier than the third prince Sima Yao. But now, looking back, I realize that I am no different from the Sima Yao whom I secretly laughed at in my heart. No one cares for me in this world.

No, there is a difference.

Sima Yao's mother was still alive, but his own mother had turned into dust forever because of his existence.

Sima Ye was furious and swept all the tea sets on the table to the ground with a wave of his hand.

Bai family, I am no longer the ignorant boy I used to be!