The Prince Consort's Beloved

Chapter 140 Nostalgia

She sat up in annoyance, and looked down at the shoes on the ground in the dim candlelight. There were huge oriental pearls hanging on the toes of the shoes. She couldn't help thinking that she would be poor again in the future and couldn't be so extravagant.

She glanced to the side and inadvertently caught a glimpse of red. She froze for a moment, then jumped out of bed and picked up the red clothes in the corner.

This was the red dress that Xiao Luobai wore that day. Because she didn't allow anyone to enter the house in the past two days, the clothes were not taken away for washing.

Li Yuanrou looked at the bright red robe, and Xiao Luobai's voice and smile appeared in front of her. He chuckled at her and whispered to her.

She buried her face in the clothes in her hands. The familiar fragrance filled her face, filling the endless emptiness in her heart.

When she raised her head again, her almond-shaped eyes were glowing red.

She slowly got on the bed and held the man in red in her arms, as if he was right beside her, whispering endless sweet words in her ears.

She couldn't help but shed a tear.

The sense of security brought by the sharp fragrance filled her heart, and she thought of every little thing about him, leaving her heart full of joy and sweetness.

There were tears on her face and her lips were slightly curled, looking like a broken beauty.

She closed her eyes gently, her thoughts flowing through the cracks in the darkness.

A gentle voice sounded beside her ears: "Be careful when you enter the palace... Come back early, I'll wait for you."

Li Yuanrou suddenly opened her eyes, her eye sockets suddenly became extremely red, she frowned, her expression was painful and forbearing.

She thought, if she had listened to him and not entered the palace, they would have almost reached their fiefdom by now.

But there are no ifs in this world.

She looked at the empty space beside her and could no longer hold back, so she broke down and cried.

Qingluan, who was keeping watch outside the house on behalf of Daya and Erya, felt a pang in her heart and could only sigh helplessly in the end.

Li Yuanrou cried for a while, then tried her best to hold it back. She cursed herself inwardly for being useless and only being able to cry when things happened. But what was the use of crying?

She didn’t know if it was the headache from holding back her tears, or the red dress that made her feel at ease, but she finally fell asleep after two sleepless nights.

The sky was getting light, the dawn light was rising, and the darkness before dawn was gradually fading away.

Li Yuanrou suddenly woke up from her sleep.

She was sleeping and for some reason, her mind suddenly popped up the night when she said to Xiao Luobai: "Don't even think about getting rid of me, or I will hate you."

She said the word "hate you" very seriously. She remembered that Xiao Luobai froze for a moment. He must have taken it seriously.

Li Yuanrou looked at the thin red dress beside her. She felt heavy and depressed, and she couldn't breathe.

She picked up the red shirt and couldn't help sobbing twice, then raised her head, trying to let the tears flow back.

Qingluan, who heard the sound outside, hesitated and pushed the door open and walked in.

Li Yuanrou raised her red eyes and looked over. She forced a smile and greeted Qingluan as if nothing had happened: "Morning."

Qingluan's usually emotionless face showed a trace of pity, and her tone was helpless: "Master, your eyes are very red."

The smile on Li Yuanrou's face gradually disappeared. She covered her face with her hands and her shoulders trembled slightly.

When she looked up again, her tearful face was filled with helplessness, and her voice was choked with sobs: "What should I do, Sister Qingluan? I was just joking with him. What should I do? He took it seriously. He must be so upset."

Qingluan was not good at counseling people, and she didn't know what to say at this moment. She just frowned slightly and looked helplessly at the fragile little girl in front of her.

This was the scene that Daya and Erya saw when they entered the room together.

Daya stepped forward anxiously and asked in a panic, "Princess, what's wrong, Princess?"

Li Yuanrou resisted the urge to burst into tears. She wiped away the tears that had just flowed uncontrollably and said to herself, "I can't cry. I can't cry. He doesn't like me crying. He gets worried when I cry. I can't make him worry."

Daya's eyes suddenly turned red, her face was full of bitterness, and her voice was hoarse and difficult: "Princess, you can cry, but the prince consort is not here, he can't see."

Li Yuanrou tightened the red shirt in her arms: "He is here, he is with me."

Qingluan lowered her eyes. She recognized the clothes and sighed helplessly in her heart.

Although Daya was not there on the day of the sword dance, she knew the story behind the red dress.

Li Yuanrou regrouped and smiled calmly, "It's daybreak now, it's time to go to bed. You guys go out and bring breakfast. I'm hungry."

A few people went out and closed the door, and the smile on Li Yuanrou's face disappeared in an instant.

She lowered her head, her eyes were red, she buried her face in her red clothes and sobbed twice, then suddenly laughed.

She told herself, what is there to be dissatisfied about? One should not be so greedy.

She wiped away the remaining tears on her face and said to herself, "Please don't take it seriously. I'm just joking. I love you the most."

After she finished speaking, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, as if she was trying hard to endure some great pain.

Every waking second was torture. This torture was like an invisible chain that tightly bound her heart. She felt like she was being tortured to the point of being unable to breathe.

After leaving the Green Plum Garden, Erya looked worried. She asked Daya in confusion, "The princess seems to be a little bit crazy."

Daya stopped walking, her eyes red as she refuted in a stern voice: "Don't talk nonsense, remember, don't touch that red dress when you sweep in the future."

Erya was stunned. Daya had never reprimanded her so harshly. She was unable to react for a moment and just nodded blankly.

Li Yuanrou had breakfast and sat on the stone bench under the big tree.

Daya and Erya struggled to move a recliner to the stone bench.

Daya panted and said, "Princess, it's autumn now and the weather is cold. Don't sit on that stone bench anymore."

Li Yuanrou obediently stood up, walked to the recliner and lay down.

The early autumn sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, and the mottled light and shadows shine on her somewhat pale face. The bright spots are warm, and the dark spots are sad.

Li Yuanrou closed her eyes, and a slight curve appeared on her lips.

She opened her lips and suddenly began to hum:

I sit in a chair and watch the sunrise resurrection

I sit in the sunset and watch the city decay

I plucked a leaf and let it take my place

Observe the changes after leaving

Once ran wildly, danced, and talked greedily

As the cold wet heart decays

Let the heavy rain erode what you can't take away or throw away

Let it push me to the edge and struggle desperately

If there is an embrace, courageous regardless of the cost

Don't let me fly, raise me tenderly