The Prince Consort's Beloved

When Daya and Prince Yun entered the Green Plum Garden, they saw Li Yuanrou hugging a big tree in the yard and crying bitterly. Her sobs pierced through the chill of autumn and spread layer upon layer of sadness.

Daya looked sadly at Qingluan who was lying motionless not far away. Qingluan looked back at Daya with helplessness in her cold face. Her responsibility was to protect the princess' safety. She had never comforted anyone before. She was always taciturn and didn't know how to comfort anyone.

Daya wiped away the tears from her eyes, walked forward and called out carefully: "Princess..."

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Li Yuanrou didn't look at Daya with her tearful eyes. She kept muttering to herself, "We are married and in love... Why is it so difficult? Why is it so painful..."

Li Yuanrou felt a rough big hand pulling her hand down from the tree trunk. She looked at the hand with unclear eyes and saw a deep tooth mark where the palm of her hand connected to her wrist.

It hasn't gone away after so long, it has left a scar.

She suddenly felt a surge of sadness in her heart, and suddenly felt full of grievances.

Tears flowed uncontrollably again, she didn't dare to look up, that plum wine was fruit wine, the aftereffect was not as strong as osmanthus wine, she was not drunk, she just wanted to take advantage of the alcohol to do something willful.

She lowered her brows, not daring to look at Prince Yun, for fear of appearing timid. She could no longer call him "Uncle Emperor" in front of him.

Prince Yun looked at her eyes, which were horribly red and swollen, and felt annoyed and wanted to scold her.

He took a deep breath, but the voice that came out was soft and gentle, full of helplessness and pity: "Your mother carried her for ten months to create a heart for you, not for you to trample on it for a man."

Li Yuanrou continued to lower her eyebrows and said in a very aggrieved tone: "My mother doesn't love me."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sob softly. At that moment, she felt that she was the most pitiful person in the world. Even her biological mother didn't love her. She also felt that she was being so hypocritical. She was already a princess but still not satisfied. But when she thought about herself being under house arrest here and Xiao Luobai was gone, she felt even more sad.

There was no other sound in the Green Plum Garden except Li Yuanrou's crying.

After a long while, a gentle voice came from above his head: "Your mother doesn't love you, but your father loves you."

Li Yuanrou was stunned. In an instant, all the ups and downs of life came to her mind, making her feel uncomfortable like something stuck in her throat. However, she said nothing.

She suddenly pursed her lips and buried her face in King Yun's chest, wiping the snot and tears from her face like a willful child.

Prince Yun did not despise her. He gently stroked the back of Li Yuanrou's head with his scarred hand, comforting her silently.

Li Yuanrou cried more and more aggrievedly. Prince Yun indulged her just like Xiao Luobai and let her vent. She vented her pain in tears without reservation as if she had found a safe haven.

She suddenly sobbed, and her words seemed to be blaming, but there was no blame in them. Instead, there was a hint of girlish pity: "Don't say that to me. I don't have much self-control to begin with."

Prince Yun patted her head gently without saying a word, but Li Yuanrou felt that what he meant was "You can do whatever you want, I'll let you do whatever you want."

She felt more and more sour in her heart.

Li Yuanrou sniffed in his arms and choked up, "Tired, difficult, bitter, tormented..."

Prince Yun gently stroked the back of her head again and sighed deeply, as if he could empathize with her.

He suddenly sighed, "The world is a furnace, all things are copper, all creatures in the world are locked in it and forged, and all living things in the world are suffering..."

Li Yuanrou's voice was choked with sobs. She whispered, "Life is so long. How can we endure it without love?"

Prince Yun stroked the back of her head gently and said as if to teach her: "In this world, people don't necessarily need another person to accompany them in their lives."

He paused, then said softly, "One can get through it alone, it's just a little harder."

Li Yuanrou raised her swollen eyes and looked upwards, and asked blankly, "Are you having a hard time?"

She suspected that she had hurt her eyes from crying, so she couldn't see the expression on Prince Yun's face clearly, but she heard Prince Yun chuckle softly.

There was no sadness in his laughter, instead it sounded like there was a bit of doting on her. Maybe he thought her question was a bit childish so he was making fun of her.

Li Yuanrou felt mixed emotions. She could no longer remember the last time Prince Yun smiled with true understanding. It must have been more than ten years ago.

As she was thinking, a deep voice sighed, "It's difficult."

Li Yuanrou lowered her head, feeling filled with emotion.

It was difficult, how could it not be difficult? His life seemed to be much more difficult than mine. It seemed that only his biological mother disliked him, but not only did his biological mother not love him, it seemed that no one loved him at all...

Not only does no one love him, but it seems like everyone wants to kill him...

With this comparison, Li Yuanrou felt that she was okay, while Prince Yun seemed a bit pitiful.

Li Yuanrou thought about this and suddenly felt that she didn't hate King Yun that much.

After a long while, she said in a soft and coquettish voice, "My eyes hurt."

A low and gentle voice came from above: "Then let's not cry, okay?"

Li Yuanrou remained silent, and then used the cloth on his chest to wipe the remaining tears on his face.

The soft and doting voice spoke again: "Can you listen to your father?"

After a while, Li Yuanrou nodded awkwardly. More than ten years ago, she and King Yun got along so naturally and casually, but now it was so awkward.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and her voice was low and soft, revealing a hint of obedience and submission: "I'm fine, don't worry."

She paused and murmured guiltily, "You don't have to come over here anymore."

After she finished speaking, regardless of King Yun's reaction, she turned around and went into the house with her brows lowered.

Even though I no longer hate or blame him, I don't like getting along with him in this awkward way. I hope he won't show up again in the future.

In the next few days, Li Yuanrou stopped crying. It was not because she had promised Prince Yun, but because she didn't want to cry anymore. It was as if she had shed all the tears she had been crying for that day.

Another problem was that her eyes hurt so much. She calculated that her tears had hardly stopped since Xiao Luobai left. She thought that she must have hurt her eyes from crying, so she couldn't cry anymore.

But after a few days, the swelling in her eyes had gone down, but the pain was still there. Daya couldn't bear it any longer and called the court doctor to come and check.

The court doctor first looked at his eyes, then reached out to feel Li Yuanrou's pulse. His facial expression gradually changed. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything, as if he found it difficult to speak.