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

Winter passed and spring came. This is the fourth year since He Yue came to this world. This year is the twenty-fourth year of Xingyuan. She traveled through time on April 7th of the twentieth year of Xingyuan.

The 20th year of Xingyuan! Why is it the 20th year of Xingyuan!

Is this what they call deep love but shallow fate? Why can it be so shallow, why is it so cruel!

The pain flowed from He Yue's heart to her limbs, sweeping away her last bit of clarity and leaving her with only chaos that left her helpless.

The grief accumulated over the years turned into a dagger, slowly cutting the flesh of her heart. He Yue frowned, her forehead covered with cold sweat.

"Bang." A soft sound.

He Yue lay on her side on the bed, hunched over, crying silently, holding onto the bedposts tightly with both hands to prevent herself from making too much noise.

Later on, she was barely breathing, the silent pain making her whole body tense.

He Yue's disorderly and embarrassed appearance at this time was shocking to see.

"Duan Qidai, Duan Qidai..." He Yue called the name very softly.

Moer, who was watching coldly from the side, spoke her true feelings for the first time, "Crown Princess He, you are so pitiful."

She called out the name of another man, looking so miserable with grief, but she dared not cry out loud. She suppressed her grief and endured the torture silently.

The abduction of Princess He into the Eastern Palace was a romantic anecdote of the prince. Everyone envied the prince's exclusive favor for her and envied her for rising from a humble merchant to a noble and august princess. No one cared about what He thought, she was placed in the Biyuan and forced to become the prince's wife, pretending to be gentle and tender every day.

"Crown Princess He, you are so pitiful." Moer repeated.

He Yue stretched out her hand and tremblingly grasped a piece of Mo'er's clothing, her voice sad but hoarse, "My name is He Yue, call me He Yue."

Mo'er looked down at He Yue's face, like a petal scattered on the ground, beautiful but sad, "He Yue, you are so pitiful."

He didn't want to take revenge on such a person. He didn't even need to do anything. She would be shattered into pieces in Biyuan by herself. He just needed to watch.

It was unknown how much time had passed, so long that Moer almost thought He Yue had been solidified into an immobile puppet, before He Yue spoke up, "Moer, help me."

She struggled to get up and sat against the head of the bed, her black hair disheveled and her face pale under the dim light of the oil lamp.

Moer sat beside the bed without distinguishing between high and low, looking down at her, "Help you, what do you want me to do?"

They are now grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Moer naturally does not need to observe the ridiculous etiquette of hierarchy. Now it is He Yue who needs help from him.

"Help me get the contraceptive pills." He Yue opened her eyes and looked straight into Mo'er's cunning fox eyes. "I will give you all the convenience I can give."

Moer sneered, "I am just an ordinary palace maid, how can I help you, the Crown Princess?"

He Yue raised her hand to cover her chest and laughed, but it looked like she was crying. She raised her other arm and placed her sweaty hand on Moer's left chest. "I didn't know how to control my strength when I attacked you. I wonder if it still hurts you? I'm really curious about what you, a male assassin, do as a maid in the palace?"

"Ha." Moer grinned, feeling the coldness conveyed by He Yue's hand. He looked at the weak He Yue with great interest, "When did you find out? You just said it like this, aren't you afraid of my revenge?"

At some point, He Yue withdrew his hand and half-closed his eyes. Perhaps it was because Moer sometimes acted too unlike a girl, and Xiao Taozi once told her that he had a wound on his arm. All these coincidences made He Yue suspicious.

"Don't be afraid, you don't dare, you are afraid of the prince." He Yue told the truth.

Mo'er was like a fox whose tail was stepped on. She raised her eyebrows slightly fiercely, and placed her cold white hand on He Yue's neck, stroking it slightly threateningly, "He Yue, what are you talking about?"

But He Yue didn't say a word afterwards, just looked at him quietly, with a lonely and empty look in her willow-leaf eyes.

After a moment, Moer withdrew her hand as if she was burned, and said in a bad tone, "Okay, I'll help you. I want to see what kind of end will happen to you, He Yue, in Biyuan!"

After saying that, Moer got up and left with the oil lamp. When he left the bedroom, he looked back as if possessed by a ghost. He Yue was kneeling on the luxurious silk carved bed. The curtains were not closed and she was swallowed up in the darkness.

He Yue pressed the piece of letter with unknown words written on it tightly against her chest, as if she was using it to fill a hole.

After Mo'er left, He Yue curled up quietly alone. After about half an hour, her stiff body began to warm up slightly. She took off the jade bracelet on her hand, pressed the hidden button, poured out a pill and swallowed it.

Just bear with it for another six months, and after another six months, she will be able to go to Duan Qidai's Duan family.

Duan Qidai, I'm not living a good life, not at all. You have protected me and brought me up since I was a child, how could you have the heart to abandon me and leave alone!

But Duan Qidai protected He Yue until the end, protecting her when she was alive and after her death.