Traveling through time and space to become a concubine: I just want to live a leisurely life

After King Xuan left Shen Jingyi's room, his face darkened, as if his gentleness just now was just an illusion.

"The ninth day," he ordered in a low voice, his voice cold.

"Take the young master to the main courtyard and let them see each other for the last time."

"Yes, Your Highness," Chujiu responded and walked quickly towards the front courtyard.

King Xuan went into Shen Jingyi's study and wrote a letter of divorce.

After finishing writing, he took a deep breath and then walked towards the main courtyard.

When he arrived, Xiao Zihong had just entered. He thought that this was the last time that he and his son would see each other.

I was soft-hearted and thought about waiting outside to give them some time.

Who would have thought...

Inside, Xiao Zihong knelt in front of the bed, tears streaming down his face. He felt very sad and distressed as he looked at his pale, dying mother.

"Mother, didn't the servants take good care of you?

Why are you so serious? It wasn't like that that day!"

His voice trembled, he clenched his fists, anger and helplessness intertwined in his heart, and tears slid down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying? You are already eight years old. You need to learn to take good care of yourself in the future."

Chu Mengyao felt heartbroken as she watched her son crying.

She raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing out of him, and whispered softly.

The voice was soft but full of helplessness: "Hong'er, your mother's days may not be long. You will have to rely on yourself from now on."

As Chu Mengyao spoke, her voice began to choke.

She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the grief in her heart, but tears still rolled down her face.

She reached out and stroked Xiao Zihong's head, saying softly, "Your father is likely to ascend to that position.

If you don’t have the support of your mother clan in the future, you will just be an idle prince!” Her voice was filled with helplessness and worry.

After sighing, he continued, “Get along well with your brothers and don’t make your father angry.

From now on, you are alone. Don't trust anyone, understand?"

Having said this, she pushed a small box over from beside the pillow, her eyes full of love.

She wiped her tears and said, "This contains all my dowry and property. You must keep it well and don't let anyone know about it, okay?"

However, Xiao Zihong cried and shook his head and did not take the small box.

His voice was interrupted by sobs, full of despair and stubbornness: "No, mother, I don't want to leave you, I don't want these, I only want you.

I will go and beg my father to let you go, and we can leave the palace together, and we can leave the capital and live somewhere else."

"Silly child, it's too late to say anything now."

Chu Mengyao's heart felt like it was being torn apart, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

She stood up and held her son tightly in her arms, as if it was her final farewell and comfort.

"Mother will always love you. No matter what happens, you must remember this."

She spoke softly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Although tears were flashing in her eyes, she still tried to put a smile on her face, trying to leave this tenderness to her son.

"Why did this happen? It's all my fault. If I had stopped you when I knew about this, wouldn't this be the outcome?"

Xiao Zihong's voice was choked with sobs, his face full of guilt and regret.

His tears fell one by one like beads that had broken off the string.

He was filled with self-blame, as if all these tragedies were caused by his failure to stop it.

Chu Mengyao's eyes flashed with surprise after hearing this, "What did you say, you knew, when did you know?"

Her tone suddenly became serious, and her eyes flashed with complex emotions.

"That day... I came in... to look for you, and I heard the conversation between you and Aunt Zhao... at the window."

Xiao Zihong spoke with sobs, his eyes dodging, not daring to look directly at Chu Mengyao.

Chu Mengyao felt very distressed when she saw Xiao Zihong's appearance. Her voice softened, but there was a kind of helplessness and determination in her tone.

"This is not your fault. Even if you had said it at the time, I would not have stopped."

She knew her own character, and even if Xiao Zihong rushed out to stop her at that time, she would not turn back.

"Mother, wuwuwuwu..."

Xiao Zihong couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears while hugging his mother.

At the same time, King Xuan listened to their conversation outside. He frowned and was very disappointed with Xiao Zihong.

Is it true, as Yi'er said, that the Chu family's roots are crooked, so their blood is filled with cruelty and selfishness?

If King Xuan knew the word gene, he might have understood it more thoroughly.

"Go and bring the young master back."

He ordered and walked inside.

Chujiu walked quickly to Xiao Zihong's side and said respectfully, "Master, you should go back."

His words were like an invisible command, forcing Xiao Zihong to break free from his mother's arms.

Xiao Zihong stared at Chujiu in a daze, feeling unwilling. He wiped away his tears vigorously and tried to tidy himself up.

Then he quickly came to King Xuan and knelt down, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

With a tearful voice, she begged anxiously, "Father, please forgive my mother this time. She already knows she is wrong.

My son will take my mother away from the capital, go to a very far place, and never come back, my son begs you... "

Xiao Zihong's voice gradually became low, his face full of pleading. He knocked his head down hard, and his forehead hit the ground heavily, making a crisp sound.

King Xuan looked at his son's actions, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

His face also showed deep disappointment. "Xiao Zihong, you disappoint me, do you know that?"

"Son knows, but that's my mother..."

Xiao Zihong murmured, his inner struggle intertwined with his desire to protect his mother, and his voice trembled violently.

"Take it out,"

King Xuan's tone was merciless, interrupting Xiao Zihong's words, with a hint of impatience and anger in his eyes.

Chujiu immediately noticed the tense atmosphere, but still maintained a respectful attitude. He stepped forward quickly, ignoring Xiao Zihong's struggle, and pulled him out quickly.

"Mother, Mother"

"Honger..."

The only sounds left in the air were Xiao Zihong's loud shout and Chu Mengyao's crying.