The Prince Consort's Beloved

She clenched her scarred palm into a fist and pounded the edge of the bed. Only Li Yuanrou would dare to do such a disrespectful thing. He was still thinking about her before he died. Just now, when he heard her talking by the bed, he didn't hear any sadness in her eyes. Didn't she care about the life and death of her biological father?

Prince Yun snorted in his heart. Ye Si was right. Among his four children, Li Yuanrou was the only one who had never been beaten by him. When he called him Li Yan just now, he almost lost control of his anger and hit him.

Prince Yun suddenly laughed to himself. If he had opened his eyes and hit someone just now, Li Yuanrou would probably have exclaimed that she had pissed him off, and might even have asked for credit and reward.

As Prince Yun thought so, the smile on his lips suddenly disappeared. He shook his head. When she was young, she used to ask for credit and reward. Now her attitude towards him was extremely cold.

He sighed with regret, thinking, life can never be perfect, one should just hope that everything goes half way as planned.

Li Yuanrou walked out of Prince Yun's courtyard leisurely. Now that she had seen the real person, she felt completely relieved. Looking at the expressions of Ye Si and the others, Prince Yun must be fine, otherwise how could Ye Si have the leisure to argue with her.

She grabbed a passing servant and asked, "Where is Butler Zhao? Have you seen Butler Zhao?"

The servant replied: "I just saw Butler Zhao in the prince's study."

Li Yuanrou walked towards Prince Yun's study with a puzzled look on her face, followed by Daya, and Ye Si followed the two of them quietly.

Li Yuanrou pushed open the study door and saw that Butler Zhao seemed to be cleaning and tidying up the study. When he saw Li Yuanrou come in, he immediately said respectfully: "Princess, the wine is ready for you."

As he spoke, he pointed his hand towards the wall. Li Yuan followed his hand and his eyes fell on the jars of wine under the wall.

She went over and picked up a jar, and shouted to the door, "Daya, come and help."

Hearing the sound, Daya came in and picked up a jar. The two of them walked out without even raising their heads.

Butler Zhao was stunned, and hurried forward to take the wine jar from Li Yuanrou's hand and said, "How can we let the princess carry it herself? I will take it for you."

He walked in front of the two of them and winked at Ye Si outside.

Ye Si cursed in his heart. This Princess Shanyang really doesn't follow their prince at all. She is so stupid. When she went to get the wine from the wall, she didn't even look at the wall.

He suddenly rushed into the study and shouted to Butler Zhao: "Old Zhao, how dare you touch the prince's things? Is that painting something you can touch?"

Ye Si pretended to pick up the painting that Butler Zhao had placed on the table and was about to hang it on the wall.

Li Yuanrou looked over reflexively and saw that Ye Si had hung the picture of the dancing girl on another painting.

She frowned. That was where the picture of the dancing girl was hung. She hadn't noticed there was another painting there the last time she came. Was it a new painting by King Yun? Why did Ye Si hang these two paintings together?

Ye Si secretly glanced at her, and as if he had guessed what she was thinking, he said loudly: "It was originally hung together like this, and the prince never lets anyone touch it..."

Li Yuanrou's curiosity was aroused by her gossiping heart, so she naturally walked back and took down the picture of a dancing girl that Ye Si had just hung up, revealing a girl's smiling face.

Her gaze seemed to be attracted, and she was distracted for a moment. She froze in place, her mind going blank.

Her eyebrows and eyes are curved like a crescent moon, and the painting is so vivid, who else could it be but a young girl?

Judging from the color of the ink, I wonder how many years it has been since the painting was created.

Li Yuanrou stared at the painting for a long time without blinking.

Her somewhat sore eyes swept towards the signature: More joy, longer peace, no worries, and long-term health.

An indescribable force plucked the heartstrings that she had managed to steady with great difficulty, like layers of ripples rising and falling, interweaving and converging, then spreading out in circles, each circle stirring up a thousand waves in her heart, and each wave pierced her heart as accurately as a silver needle, making her extremely awake from the pain.

The scene of Prince Yun visiting her almost every day when she was a child suddenly emerged in her mind. He used to approach her as the emperor's uncle and kept giving her various things to make her happy. He seemed to have asked her if it would be nice to be his daughter.

She recalled Ye Si angrily scolding her, "Why were you never retaliated against when you had a fight with a noble family master when you were young? Wasn't it our prince who took care of everything for you behind the scenes..."

"And your rich fiefdom Shanyang City, do you really think it was given to you by the late emperor? It was obtained by our prince with great care and effort..."

How much had he done for her when she couldn't see him? Was it just because he wanted her to be happy and worry-free...

Li Yuanrou stared at the young face on the wall, smiling so hard that her teeth were showing, and a deep voice kept coming into her ears. Many years ago, Prince Yun had blocked her on the palace road countless times, pretending to be serious but smiling as he asked her, "Rou'er, guess what the uncle brought you today?"

Her tear-blurred eyes glanced at the small words at the signature below, and mist continued to gather in her eyes, swirling around her eye sockets.

When did he draw this, when did he write this? He hid her behind the picture of the dancing girl. Was he blaming her for always opposing him and not wanting to see her?

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall and tried hard to hold them back. She had finally let herself relax and her eyes healed with great difficulty. She cried bitterly the day she woke up from the coma after learning that her mother had passed away. She also took a lot of effort to calm herself down, but now her heart was uncontrollably falling apart again.

Complete collapse.

More joy, longer peace, no worries, and long-term health.

Li Yuanrou stared at those words, frowning tightly, but she could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes.

She wiped her wet eyes again, and suddenly turned around and roared at Ye Si with anger: "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You just want to take revenge on me!"

After she finished speaking, she frowned as if she was trying hard to hide her pain, and ran out. The stunned Daya immediately reacted, put down the jar of wine, and chased after her.

Ye Si, who had just been smiling with a look of triumph, now looked at Butler Zhao with a confused look on his face. Butler Zhao's eyes were even more confused. The two of them stared at each other. They all thought that Li Yuanrou would be so moved that she would change her ways and run back to Prince Yun's bed to call him daddy. No one expected that she would just run away like that, and she looked quite angry. She had just glared at Ye Si fiercely, and the anger in her eyes seemed to burst out and burn Ye Si to death.

After a while, Butler Zhao finally spoke: "What's wrong with the princess?"

Ye Si said dully, "I don't know. Didn't she suffer from a brain disease before? She was in a coma, lost her memory, and was moody. Could it be that this was stimulated and her old illness relapsed?"

He suddenly remembered something and said to Butler Zhao anxiously, "Where's the box? I haven't shown her the box yet."

Butler Zhao clasped his palms together and clapped his hands: "I can't find it. I don't know where the prince put it."

Ye Si's eyes darkened, and he said firmly, "He must have been released back to Cheng Huan Garden by the prince."

Butler Zhao said helplessly: "That's it, but unfortunately Cheng Huan Garden is locked and I can't get in."

Ye Si sighed angrily: "Forget it, just looking at the painting has caused her such a big reaction. If she looks at the things in the box, she will die of shame and anger!"

Butler Zhao rebuked him, "Stop talking nonsense. The princess won't die, but you might die first. If you keep talking nonsense like this, be careful or the prince will beat you again today."

Over there, Li Yuanrou returned to the princess's mansion in a daze, closed the door and hid in the room in a daze.

As night fell, Li Yuanrou moved from the low couch to the bed. As soon as she closed her eyes, large amounts of memories about King Yun kept running through her mind like crazy. Finally, in the dead of night, she could not resist and secretly cried. The Qingluan boat came when she heard the sound, but no one dared to go in, as they thought she was thinking about Xiao Luobai.

In the palace, Li Yuanqi learned from the spies guarding outside Prince Yun's Mansion that Li Yuanrou was in a trance and seemed a little lost when she came out of Prince Yun's Mansion. He was completely sure that Prince Yun had not woken up yet.

As the days passed, Li Yuanrou's condition began to improve, until Daya received Qingfeng's letter again, Qingluan also received Kunpeng's letter, but she did not.

She curled up on the oversized couch, her hands resting on her slightly bulging belly. She looked listless, her eyes red.

The north wind is howling outside, and it is the end of the year again.