The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

"Thirst, thirsty..."

"water……"

Tong Jia Ruyan, whose mind was full of Yang Longtan, was almost frightened to death by the prince's words.

He reacted quickly and brought the water to the prince, then gently helped him up.

The prince's health has improved a lot, but he still needs rest.

After drinking a few sips of water, the prince put down the bowl and looked out the window with a deep gaze, his expression showing a bit of fatigue and bitterness.

Tong Jia Ruyan quietly put the bowl of water back on the table and was about to step aside when she heard the prince suddenly speak.

"The emperor is choosing a concubine at this time. Do you think... he thinks that I, the crown prince, am useless..."

Tong Jia Ruyan's heart tightened, and her already chaotic thoughts became even more at a loss. She blurted out subconsciously: "I have nothing to do with General Yang!"

The prince raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at her: "Hmm? General Yang? What's wrong with General Yang?"

Tong Jia Ruyan turned pale instantly, secretly cursing herself for her gaffe, and tried her best to hide her panic: "General Yang? What General Yang? Your Highness, you must have heard it wrong!"

The prince's eyes narrowed slightly, and he obviously didn't believe it. He simply rubbed his forehead with his hand: "Then what did you say just now?"

Tong Jia Ruyan's heart was beating like a drum, and she managed to force a smile: "I... The Queen and I are very worried about you!"

The prince leaned back on the bed tiredly and sighed: "Oh..." He waved his hand, as if he didn't want to ask any more questions.

Seeing that the prince did not pursue the matter further, Tong Jia Ruyan finally let go of the heavy stone in her heart. She looked up at him, but did not dare to stay too long and quickly lowered her head.

At this moment, her left hand was tightly clutching the small note in her sleeve pocket, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Should I keep the appointment tonight?

This thought was like a poisonous snake, circling around her mind.

The note was slipped to her quietly yesterday afternoon. It contained only a few words: "Tomorrow, at midnight, in the back garden of the Prince's Mansion. See you there."

Tong Jia Ruyan's mind flashed with Yang Longtan's resolute face, and she felt extremely confused.

She didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if the prince or other people in the palace discovered her private meeting with Yang Longtan.

but……

"What are you still in a daze about?" The prince's voice suddenly came, pulling her back to reality from her chaotic thoughts.

"Ah? What?" Tong Jia Ruyan quickly lowered her head to hide her panic.

The prince stared at her for a moment, his eyes revealing a bit of inquiry, but in the end he just waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm tired, you go down."

Tong Jia Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief, bowed her head and left the room. As soon as she walked out of the door, she felt cold sweat on her back and the note in her sleeve pocket seemed to be burning her skin.

She hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and walked towards her residence.

Tong Jiaruyan's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the morning breeze passed through the courtyard, bringing a hint of warmth.

At the same time, somewhere else, smoke was everywhere and the smell of sandalwood filled the air, bringing with it a heavy feeling that made people feel suffocated in the chest.

Concubine Yan knelt in front of the shrine with her knees pressed on the soft prayer mat, but her whole body seemed stiff.

In front of her was an exquisitely carved white porcelain statue of Guanyin. The crystal clear texture reflected a warm luster under the light, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a priceless treasure.

The table was densely packed with incense sticks, each of which was burning brightly. The smoke slowly rose along the incense sticks, covering the entire side hall in a dreamlike state, making it almost impossible to see the surrounding furnishings.

Concubine Yan held the incense in one hand and placed the other hand lightly on the Buddhist beads. She kept muttering in her mouth, her voice was light and fragmented, as if she was afraid of being heard, or as if she was talking to herself.

"Mo Sheng will definitely be fine... and return safely... and ascend the throne..."

"Bless me... avenge my Yu Jin... bless me..."

Her tone was mixed with pleading and sobbing, her voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, and in the end there was even a faint tone of crying.

"Don't blame the child for the mistakes I made..."

"I was the one who killed the Seventh Prince..."

"I'm sorry Wei Yun..."

……

After a long time, Concubine Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the confusion in her heart, carefully inserted the incense in her hand into the incense burner, then straightened her clothes, bent down and kowtowed three times respectfully, her forehead lightly touching the cold ground. She closed her eyes, the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat, and stuck to her cheeks, looking messy.

After all this, Concubine Yan was exhausted both physically and mentally. She stood up, took a few steps, and leaned unsteadily against a sandalwood cabinet beside her.

The cold carved corner of the cabinet pressed against her arm, barely giving her a little support, but she no longer had the strength to stand up straight.

She stared blankly at the ground and muttered to herself.

"Hao Hengshan...how could you..."

"How can we abandon our child halfway..."

Concubine Yan slowly closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly, and scattered fragmented images flooded into her mind.

It was a bitterly cold winter night.

Hunger and cold almost took her life. A pack of wild dogs forced her into a dilapidated corner. She was so skinny that she huddled up shivering, protecting her head with her hands.

Listening to the increasingly approaching growls and the sound of claws scratching the ground, she closed her eyes and waited for death to come.

Suddenly, a clear shout rang out, "Get out!" followed by the sound of servants' sticks and the barking of dogs.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a girl in a fox fur cloak. The dim light from the lantern shone on her face, which was clean and noble, like a fairy.

"Why don't you get up quickly?"

That year, she was thirteen years old.

Concubine Yan sniffed, her throat was badly blocked, but the fragments of her memories continued to pour in like a flood.

She followed the girl, stepped on the snow, and stepped carefully into the gate of the Hao family.

Inside the door was a magnificent scene she had never seen before. Strings of red lanterns were hung from the exquisite eaves, and the brilliant light seemed like a completely different world.

She became Hao Yuehua's maid, the personal servant of the Hao family's eldest daughter.

Later, she met the young Hao Hengshan.

At that time, he was full of vigor and vitality, handsome and elegant, dressed in white, holding a sword, with a bit of unruly look between his eyebrows.

That was the first time Concubine Yan's heart was moved, but because of it she fell into an endless quagmire.

The patterns on the sandalwood cabinet became clearer in her palm, and a tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

"You promised me...that you wouldn't leave me alone..." She choked, her voice so low that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

"You promised...our child..."

The scent of sandalwood in the air became stronger and stronger, so strong that she could hardly breathe.

……

After Biluo quietly released the carrier pigeon, she hurriedly and obediently hid in the secret passage. After a while, she heard the sound of something being rummaged around outside. The sound was not loud, probably because the person did not want to be discovered.

Biluo couldn't see what was happening outside the secret passage, so she could only put her ear against the wooden board and listen carefully.

"Search carefully!"

"The seal must be with him!"