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

After an unknown amount of time, Moer, who had been waiting impatiently at the palace gate, was finally allowed to enter the inner hall.

When Moer entered the hall, she did not see anyone except He. He stopped and looked at her.

He now looked so haggard and miserable that even her usually straight back was bent under the heavy burden. Her hairpins were taken off and placed on the table. Her hair was disheveled and her beautiful face was full of pain.

He thought that this clay statue of the Buddha was already full of cracks and would eventually break.

"Crown Princess, what's wrong with you?" Mo'er looked anxious and panicked, and she took a few quick steps to come up to He Yue.

He Yue stretched out her hand, and Moer hurriedly helped her up. Her hands were so cold, as if they had been soaked in an ice pond, and they were not as warm as normal people's hands.

"Mo'er, please keep the letter and hide it." Only then did He Yue realize that heartache could turn into real pain. She was sweating coldly and had little strength left. Half of her body weight was leaning on Mo'er.

Mo'er took the letter from He Yue and said in an ambiguous tone, "This letter must be very important. Why doesn't the Crown Princess keep it for herself?"

"They are all staring at me and watching me." He Yue said weakly, "I can't hide this letter well. You are the one who keeps watch tonight. If the prince doesn't come, you can return it to me then."

"I am different from the palace maids in Biyuan, right?" Moer was in a good mood. There was no one in the He family that she could trust, so she could only entrust things to him, and she called herself "I", which was already a sign of humbleness.

As long as He trusts him more and more, he will feel more and more at ease in the Eastern Palace, and it will be a complete benefit without any harm.

He Yue leaned over and put all the hairpins back in place, and tidied up the loose hair. Mo'er was much taller than her, so she could only look up at him. She said tiredly, "Yes, you are different. You are the only person I can trust."

There was no other choice. Only Moer was not the prince's woman, so He Yue had no other choice from the beginning to the end.

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When He Yue returned to Biyuan, she pretended that nothing had happened. There was even a smile on the corner of her lips. Only Moer knew how cold her hand was on his arm.

Xiao Taozi's leg injury was not serious, so she came back to work again after a slight bandage. In just one trip, Moer seemed to have gained the favor of the Crown Princess and was following her closely.

She accepted it calmly in her heart. She knew too well the relationship between master and servant. It was the master's freedom to favor whomever he wanted. If she tried to interfere, she would end up like Nanny Lu and Xiao Lizi.

"Princess Consort, His Royal Highness sent a message saying that he has a lot of official duties today and will be back to accompany you tomorrow."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has spies all over the place, and he sent someone to deliver the message only after he knew that the Crown Princess went to Kunning Palace and nothing happened. This shows how important the Crown Princess is in His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's heart.

"Okay, I understand." He Yue lay on the low couch, and she suddenly felt relieved. In her current state, she really didn't know how to act like a loving couple in front of Ning Rushong.

She spent the whole afternoon in a daze, wondering how and why Duan Qidai died.

It seems that no matter in modern times or in ancient times, the only person who has always considered her and paved the way for her is Duan Qidai.

It was dusk in the evening and the entire courtyard was silent. Moer walked into the bedroom holding a dim oil lamp.

Crown Princess He was sitting on the bed waiting for him, wearing a simple inner garment, with no decoration on her hair bun, and her long black hair hanging down to her waist. She no longer looked as majestic as before, and only looked weak and pale.

As the lights got closer, Moer placed the letter on the bed and called softly, "Crown Princess."

He Yue took the envelope and tried to open the seal several times, but failed every time as her fingers trembled and she lost her aim.

Moer just watched quietly, with no intention of helping.

Finally the envelope was opened. He Yue took out the letter and looked at it carefully in the dim light.

My wife He Yue personally writes:

I actually didn't want you to see this letter. It means that Yueyue, you have also come to this horrible feudal dynasty. Please forgive me for taking the initiative to carve you into the Duan family tree. I don't have much time left, and my wish to marry you has become a delusion. I can only comfort myself with this ridiculous behavior.

When I first came to this imaginary dynasty, I was a soul traveler. Since childhood, I have been accepting the etiquette and education of this world. I won’t go into details about the long and boring time in between. In short, it was a process of constantly polishing my three views. When I was young, I also wanted to change the world with great expectations, but I found that the power of one person was too small, and ended up in a miserable failure.

I have never married or taken concubines in my life because I can bring nothing to them. I do not have the ability and cannot give them my love and joy. This is unfair to them. This grievance is an unprovoked disaster and additional sin for them.

But if you, Yueyue, also come to this dynasty and meet a family you think is good, please do not marry him without any guilt. This dynasty is not fair to women. If you go alone, you will probably suffer too much hardship and injustice. Since I cannot protect you, it is my problem and my regret. Yueyue, please don't think too much about it.

If Yueyue doesn't want to get married, or if she's been wronged, she can go to the Duan family, and Emperor Jingmu will help contact them. I've repeatedly told the Duan family, and left a letter with Yueyue's portrait, and they will recognize Yueyue as the mistress of the Duan family. Forgive my meanness, who knows how much I want to crown Yueyue with the title of Duan's wife, but please don't mind, if Yueyue doesn't want to, just tell them.

If love becomes a burden or even a pain for Yueyue, please abandon it. People always have to be selfish. I beg Yueyue to live a peaceful and worry-free life in the future.

I was born in this world in the 38th year of Hefeng, and will most likely die in the 20th year of Xingyuan. My body is naturally weak, and it is already very good to live to the age of 36. Yueyue doesn't need to be too sad.

I hope Yueyue can live a peaceful and smooth life after reading this letter. I also hope Yueyue will not see this letter and live a happy life in modern times.

Written by Duan Qidai on March 7, the 20th year of Xingyuan