The Prince Consort's Beloved

The man lifted her up by her arm, and she threw herself into his arms, reaching out to grab the fabric around his waist to prevent herself from slipping off due to drunkenness and exhaustion.

She closed her eyes tiredly, let down her guard, and took a breath to relax her body and mind. Suddenly, her nerves tensed up and she immediately stopped sobbing.

It doesn't taste right.

It's not rinka, it's sandalwood.

Her mouth suddenly pursed and she started sobbing in grievance.

A rough palm touched her back and patted her soothingly, and a deep and rich voice revealed helplessness: "I love him so much."

Li Yuanrou said aggrievedly: "Love!"

"It has to be him?"

Li Yuanrou's words were a little unclear but her tone was very firm: "It has to be him!"

"Can I still leave?"

Li Yuanrou sobbed: "I drank a little more, and I can't seem to walk anymore..."

After a while of dizziness, Li Yuanrou felt herself lying on someone's back. She sobbed and mumbled, "Don't carry me on your back. I'm already sixteen years old."

The man pretended to scold: "At the age of sixteen, you are no longer my child?"

Li Yuanrou was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to ask this.

The voice suddenly softened: "No matter how old you are, you are your father's child..."

Li Yuanrou felt a sudden surge of bitterness in her heart.

Child...Apart from Xiao Luobai, is there anyone in this world who is willing to treat her like a child...

She felt as if she had returned to the days when she was drunk as a child and was carried back to her bedroom by Prince Yun. That broad and strong back was comfortable and stable, always making her feel extremely at ease.

The bitterness in her heart suddenly burst out, and she began to sob aggrievedly again, her crying getting louder and louder.

She hugged Prince Yun's neck tightly, buried her face in his shoulder, and cried loudly without caring about anything.

She cried heart-wrenchingly and bitterly, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances.

Tears kept flowing into Prince Yun's shoulders, and soon a large area of the fabric on his shoulders was wet.

Prince Yun frowned slightly. The wet cloth on his shoulders stuck to his skin, giving off an unpleasant chill. The crying on his back continued. The unbridled crying was like a violent storm, tearing at his heart again and again, as if a knife was cutting his flesh and blood, causing him a dull pain.

Prince Yun walked steadily, while Daya and Erya followed far behind with complicated expressions as they walked towards the green plum garden with Prince Yun.

Prince Yun placed the person at the door of the bedroom. Daya and Erya came forward to support him, and Li Yuanrou was carried into the house.

Faint sobbing could be heard from within the room.

King Yun fiddled with it outside the house, looked at the restored swing, pulled it hard, and found it was very sturdy. He smiled with satisfaction and listened carefully inside the house. The sobbing sound was intermittent and very faint, as if the person was covered by a quilt. If it were not for someone with martial arts skills, one would not be able to hear the crying sound that was being deliberately concealed in the house.

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Li Yuanrou slept until noon. She opened the door and the scorching sun poured in, shining through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the tall trees in the green plum garden, casting sparse light and shadows on the ground.

She stood at the door, staring at the intact swing in a daze.

Daya's eyes were evasive, and she said, "Qingzhou built it."

Li Yuanrou said "Oh" indifferently. She was just drunk and her limbs were out of control, but her mind was clear. She clearly heard Prince Yun push the door and come into the room and ask Daya for tools to repair the swing.

She walked slowly to the tree, stepped on the layer of yellow fallen leaves on the ground, slowly sat on the swing, rested her head on the rope hanging the swing, and gently closed her eyes.

She bathed in the warm sunlight, but the sunlight could not dispel the coldness all over her body.

She raised her head, looked at the increasingly bare tree and sighed. It was late autumn and it was going to get cold again. She was most afraid of the cold. How could she survive the winter without Xiao Luobai?

She sat quietly on the swing and swayed, like an autumn leaf floating towards the sky, rootless.

She didn't know what she was thinking about, her red and swollen eyes were filled with sadness, and she couldn't help but cry again.

Li Yuanrou slept soundly and had breakfast at noon. Thinking of how she had rummaged through the drawers and cabinets in Qingzhu Garden last night and made a mess of Xiao Luobai's things in the room, she couldn't help but want to go and clean it up.

She went to Qingzhu Garden alone again, stopped in the yard for a moment, and stared at the door frame of the dormitory in a daze.

She seemed to see again Xiao Luobai, enduring the pain on his back from being beaten, leaning against the door frame, looking forward to her anxiously waiting to see him when she came back from He Lin.

Li Yuanrou's lips curled up into a faint smile, she blinked, the door was open, and there was no one there.

She walked into the house dejectedly, put the osmanthus wine back in its place, and folded the blue shirt she had turned out carefully and put it back in its original place.

She accidentally caught a glimpse of red. She remembered that all the red clothes in the princess's mansion had been destroyed or discarded by Xiao Luobai.

She curiously pushed aside the green shirt and slowly pulled out the red shirt a little. Her pupils gradually dilated in surprise.

She quickened her hand movements and tugged twice more, her face agitated. She simply picked up all the green shirts covering the red dress and threw them aside, leaving her eyes filled with the gorgeous bright red.

The phoenix coronet and bridal robe are both made of the finest silk and jewels, and are extremely gorgeous and colorful.

She suddenly remembered that on the day of Qingfeng Daya's wedding, she seemed to have said to him: "Daya's wedding dress is so beautiful, and the phoenix crown is so gorgeous. It's a pity that I have become a princess without even wearing a wedding dress."

She lowered her eyes, her shoulders trembled slightly, and drops of water continued to fall to the ground.

Is this the bag he is going to take to Shanyang City, a few blue shirts and a phoenix coronet and bridal robe?

So when we asked him what he wanted to take with him, he said mysteriously that he had packed it up and left it in Qingzhu Garden.

Li Yuanrou wiped away her tears and took out a paper bag from under her gorgeous wedding dress. She opened the red folded letter on the bag and saw the familiar elegant handwriting:

Hi today, the red rope is fixed, and it is a perfect match.

Bu Ta Nian grows together forever, Gui Fu Lan Xin.

This card.

Contractor: Xiao Luobai

Contracting parties:

The space left below was obviously for her to write her own name.

The hand holding the letter was trembling, and her eyes were filled with thick mist. She couldn't suppress sobs, and tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string, passing through her pale cheeks and dripping heavily onto the letter containing the vows of eternal love.

Li Yuanrou hastily wiped the tears off the letter, folded the letter carefully, and placed it on the phoenix coronet and bridal bridal robe with great care.

She wiped away her tears again and opened the bulging paper bag. Inside were rolls of large-denomination silver bills, as well as land deeds, house deeds, shop transfer contracts, etc., including the hot spring villa in the suburbs of Beijing and his former mansion in Beijing, all of which were under her name.

Did he plan this long ago? He had expected something might happen to him, so he arranged everything for her after he was gone, left all his property to her, and asked He Lin to send her money every month, fearing that she would have no money to spend...

Unspeakable emotions accompanied by grief surged like a wave hitting the shore, breaking through the defenses that Li Yuanrou had tried hard to endure. She could no longer hold back and broke down in tears, her cries echoing throughout the huge princess mansion.

Ye Si outside the courtyard wall sighed softly. What a crybaby. I hear her crying every time I come. This is really unlike our prince. Our prince never sheds tears.

Ye Si shook his head helplessly, flew up and went back to report.

Li Yuanrou cried for a long time before she stopped. She stuffed the banknotes and deeds back into the paper bag. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed some words on the back of the bag. She turned the bag over and saw the familiar small words on it: Happy birthday to my wife Yuanrou.

The tears that she had held back with great difficulty burst out again and flowed unrestrainedly on her face.

It turned out that this was a birthday present for her. This was all of Xiao Luobai's wealth in Shangjing City, which he gave to her as her birthday present...

She could even imagine that if Xiao Luobai were still alive, he would take out these things for her on her birthday, and she would be overjoyed to see these banknotes and deeds. Xiao Luobai would definitely look at her with a happy smile on his face, and she would throw herself into his arms and praise him, and he would smile even happier than her.

When Li Yuanrou thought of this, she couldn't help but burst into tears, her cry was sad and miserable.

She likes money, but compared to the money, she wants him more...

Li Yuanrou sat down on the cold ground, holding the paper bag that seemed light yet heavier than a mountain. She tilted her head back and howled, feeling sad and helpless like a child who could not go home.