As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

There was a faint scent of incense burning in the room, which should have calmed people's hearts, but Ning Rusongjue was feeling restless.

He couldn't calm down, couldn't discern, couldn't be calm.

Ning Rushong looked at He Yue in front of her without saying a word. She indeed looked sad, mournful and depressed. The word "deceased husband" seemed to have drained all her strength. She lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she had lost her previous vitality.

It had been more than two months since he met He Yue. From early summer to midsummer, she had only mentioned her late husband twice, but each time it was as if she had dug these two words out from the bottom of her heart.

Does it hurt that much? That strong feeling of sympathy that is like a thorn in the flesh.

"Then why are you embroidering the waistband?" Ning Rusong's voice was as cold as ice. He could hardly control the surging malice and asked word by word, "To burn it for your late husband on the anniversary of his death?"

"Are you worried that he was disgraced in the afterlife? Or that he died disgracefully, and you want to make amends for him."

He Yue suddenly raised her head, and the resentment in her eyes made Ning Rushong dazed. She had always been a person who lived for the day and went with the flow, but she could actually burst out with such horrifying emotions.

"You..." He Yue pointed at him, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably, then she put her finger down and covered her chest, tears streaming down her beautiful face, "How can you say that?!"

There was a hint of resentment in his voice, and he didn't even use a respectful title. It seemed that he was very angry. Ning Rushong looked at him coldly, and he felt unhappy and depressed in his heart.

Ning Rushong was usually a cold and aloof person, but at this moment he was aroused with some annoyance, which then spread to his entire mind like a spark that spread across the prairie.

"Don't ruin your own future because of a dead person." Ning Rushong's face was a little bit fierce, which was almost a warning.

He leaned forward, but He Yue dodged sideways and took out the silver bills from her sleeve with trembling hands and placed them on the table beside her. That was all her property.

The movement was a bit forceful, and dark veins appeared on He Yue's fair wrist. "Take it. I don't want even a cent of the money you gave me!"

Then she covered her face with her hands again, and said in a hesitant and sad voice, "I shouldn't have taken you in then."

Her slender back was slightly hunched, as if she could no longer bear the slightest pressure.

He Yue recounted her experiences over the past two months, "Even though I was suspicious at the time, I still took you in."

She still didn't look up, and her voice came out from between her fingers, "But what did I get? The yard where I lived was burned down, and I had to flee for my life with you!"

"Even so, I still didn't abandon you. I bandaged your wounds and fled with you from Min County to Tongzhou."

"Such a long way!" The woman turned around, with her back to him. Her plain green dress made her look even more fragile and helpless. She repeated, "Such a long way."

"Now that you have peeled off Mr. He's skin and become the majestic Crown Prince, you turn around and oppress me." He Yue's every word was an accusation. "What kind of logic is this?"

Ning Rushong's eyes rested on the banknote on the table. He just said a few words about her late husband, and she returned the money to him.

She loves money and pampering so much, and this one thousand taels is all the money she relies on to survive. Is that illusory love really so important?

Suddenly Ning Rushong felt a little terrified. Love is something that should not be touched in the slightest, as it would make people lose their minds.

Ning Rushong felt that he couldn't go on like this, so he moved away from the wooden couch and restrained his outward emotions.

He had a lot of government affairs to deal with, and he couldn't waste any more time on He Yue. He had had enough of this absurdity.

How ridiculous!

"I don't have to have you." Ning Rushong's voice returned to its usual calmness.

There are so many women in the world, and each one of them is more sensible than He Yue.

"I will have someone give you another sum of money tomorrow. You can leave if you want."

Ning Rushong turned and left, his clothes bringing a little wind, which blew the silver bills on the table to the ground.

The beaded curtains made a sound of colliding, and then a voice came from outside, "Farewell to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" He Yue knew that Ning Rushong was gone forever.

She turned around and put her hands down. How could there be tears? She herself admired her acting skills at this moment. She played the role of a lovesick woman so vividly.

"Don't blame me, God of Wealth. Don't blame me, God of Wealth." He Yue hurriedly got off the wooden couch, picked up the banknotes one by one with a distressed look on his face, shook off the dust a little and put them back into his sleeves.

"I can get another sum of money tomorrow, and I can leave after I get it." He Yue threw himself back on the couch and rolled over. He couldn't help but grinning, his eyes twinkling brightly, "I'm such a fucking genius!"

Xiao Xing's voice came from outside, "Miss, do you need someone to serve you?"

He Yue's eyes were smiling, and her words were sad and gentle, "No, I won't need it anymore in the future."

Xiao Xing and Zi Yue outside looked at each other. They both heard Miss He crying outside, as well as the sharp and unexpected aura of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince when he left just now. It was obvious that Miss He had annoyed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

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The next day, at the back door of the governor's mansion, He Yue was wearing a light blue dress with a white silk flower pinned in her hair, and she was carrying a small package on her shoulder.

Guard Zhang handed her a stack of silver bills, estimated to be around five thousand taels.

Five thousand taels is enough for an ordinary person to spend several lifetimes. After He Yue took it, he thanked her and said, "Thank you, Guard Zhang."

She looked very calm, but in her heart she was almost going crazy with joy. Five thousand taels! Adding the previous one thousand taels, she had a full six thousand taels of silver!

She could live the rest of her life as a wealthy and leisurely person. She would buy a small estate, hire a few servants, and live the rest of her life happily and peacefully.

Happiness is so simple.

Guard Zhang opened his mouth, but finally persuaded, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treats Miss He differently. Miss, would you like to reconsider it?"

"At present, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has not yet married a Crown Princess, and the backyard is simple, with few concubines. If you go in, relying on the favor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you will definitely be able to get a good position."

He Yue shook her head gently, raised her hand and touched the white silk flower, "No, I am a person of little fortune, I just want to stay with the one from before."

If you advise others to be humble, you will be struck by lightning!

Besides, with her brain, if she really entered the Prince's Eastern Palace, she felt that she would not survive more than a few nights. The backyard of the Governor's Mansion was already so horrible, so the Eastern Palace must be no different from a den of dragons and tigers.

Guard Zhang looked at the white flower and didn't know what to say, so he bowed his hands and said, "Then I wish the young lady a safe journey."

He Yue smiled and nodded, "Yes, thank you, Guard Zhang."