The Prince Consort's Beloved

She was tired of crying, so she stood up and walked to the bedside, sitting blankly on the cold and empty bedside. She and Xiao Luobai had slept on this bed before, and they had lived in this room for a while. They had even had breakfast on this bedside. On the day of breakfast, she had deliberately angered him by saying that she was going to look for He Lin...

The laughter, jokes, and all the tenderness seemed to be just yesterday. The house was filled with their memories, but his presence was long gone.

Li Yuanrou rested for a while before putting away all her things. She put the phoenix corona and bridal robe back in their original places and prepared to take the paper bag and letter paper back to Qingmei Garden.

She held the small bundle of things in her arms, as if she were holding the whole world, and walked out of the main house of Qingmei Garden with heavy steps.

The autumn breeze blows on your face, bringing with it the slight coolness unique to this season.

Li Yuanrou blinked her eyes and felt the wind hurt her tearful cheeks. She felt so aggrieved and wanted someone to comfort her.

She couldn't help sobbing again, as if all the tears in her life would be shed on this day.

She thought that if Xiao Luobai was here, he would definitely hug her and pat her, and coax her with a look of heartache: "Rou'er, don't cry, Rou'er, be obedient..."

He would say to her softly, "Good girl, stop crying, okay..."

She thought of the words "Happy birthday to my wife Yuanrou" and couldn't help crying again.

The endless tears are like a flood that breaks through a dam, endless and boundless, flowing deep into the heart, washing away the immeasurable sorrow in the abyss of the heart.

She returned to the Green Plum Garden without saying a word. Her heart felt full and empty at the same time. The feeling of disharmony was very uncomfortable.

Daya's eyes were red and she looked at the dazed Li Yuanrou with a sad expression, not knowing what to say.

Li Yuanrou put her things away and suddenly asked her, "Daya, do you miss Qingfeng?"

Daya turned her head away, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with difficulty, "I don't want to."

Li Yuanrou whispered to herself: "I don't want to, how can I not want to..."

She suddenly lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed: "I miss him, I miss him every moment, I really miss him, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Tears flowed out from between fingers, big drops, continuously, and all fell to the ground.

She murmured to herself in a very weak and vague voice: "Why is it so difficult..."

Daya finally couldn't bear it anymore, she leaned over and hugged Li Yuanrou in her arms, and they both burst into tears.

Qingluan in the dark said nothing, but her eyes were red unconsciously.

The two hugged each other and cried for a long time before letting go. Li Yuanrou wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile, "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while."

Daya nodded and also tried to force a smile: "Okay, I will call you after dinner."

Daya closed the door, and Li Yuanrou took out a red piece of letter paper and wrote her name crookedly at the end.

She looked at the two symmetrical names, a faint curve appeared on her lips, and a sense of peaceful satisfaction rose in her heart.

She remembered the brocade box where she had placed the poem, and prepared to put the letter and the poem together.

Last time she said she was going to Shanyang City, Xiao Luobai didn't allow her to take many things when she was packing her bags, including this brocade box. She found it and piled it on the bed, and in the end Xiao Luobai helped her put it away.

After searching the house for a while, she finally found it. She opened the brocade box and saw a strand of soft black hair hanging from each end of the folded paper inside. She understood what was going on and opened it to see that it was indeed their wedding hair.

She knew about this hairpin, as it was the hairpin she got when she was 6 and Xiao Luobai was 11 years old. Xiao Luobai had kept it himself, and she didn't know when he put it in the brocade box.

She looked at the tangled black hair, an indescribable warmth filled her heart, and their voices rang in her mind.

"Whose daughter am I?"

"You are my first wife."

Li Yuanrou wiped her red, swollen, and painful eyes, took off the knot of hair, and moved her gaze to the handwriting on the paper:

They became husband and wife,

There is no doubt about love.

I will come back alive.

Death is the longing.

She held the thin paper, her eyes blurred with tears.

She bit her lips with her teeth, but still couldn't help sobbing. Tears seemed to have their own will, pouring out of her red eyes uncontrollably.

She wiped away the tears that blurred her vision and fixed her eyes on the words "love and undoubted". She felt extremely remorseful and guilty. Xiao Luobai loved her so much, but she actually suspected for a moment that he would fall in love with someone else. This was really wrong.

Li Yuanrou cried and wiped her tears. Her eyes hurt so much that she tried to hold back the tears.

She tried to frown and close her lips and teeth, but she didn't cry, and the tears kept falling.

She put all her things away in tears, her head heavy from crying, and she wanted to rest.

She really wanted to fall asleep right then and there, and it would be best if she didn't wake up. Staying awake was too painful and unbearable.

She felt very tired, but was terribly awake when she went to bed. She was angry with herself, angry that she couldn't sleep, angry that she was always crying, and angry that she was weak-willed and suspected that Xiao Luobai had someone else.

She was so upset that tears kept flowing down her cheeks, and she couldn't help but wonder in her heart why it was so difficult, why it was so painful.

She slowly stood up again, took the plum wine that Ye Si had brought her, sat down at the eight-immortals table in the room, and drank by herself.

Tears mixed with wine, eventually turning into endless bitter water, pouring into the broken heart.