The Prince Consort's Beloved

Since waking up, Li Yuanrou has never left the house and doesn't like to laugh much anymore.

He only smiles occasionally when talking to people, but his smile is weak and pale, never as warm as it once was.

Others thought that she didn't speak because she was tired and didn't want to talk. In fact, she was really exhausted both physically and mentally, as if saying a word would consume most of her energy. Even when the eldest princess and Yuan Qi came to her house, she only said a sentence or two at most and then stopped.

She seemed to be alienated from everyone and locked herself in a cage of a small space. Only when she saw Xiao Luobai would she be willing to say a few words and try hard to smile.

Because she knew Xiao Luobai needed her, she didn't want to make him sad.

She could be in bad shape herself, but she couldn't bear to see Xiao Luobai in bad shape.

She sat at the door every day, feeling the cold wind and looking at the swing that Xiao Luobai had hung for her under the old tree.

After the ride, she hadn't ridden it again because it was too cold and said she would wait until spring comes before riding it.

Now that spring has come, she feels lazy and doesn't want to go out and play.

Sometimes when she looked at the clouds in the sky, her eyes would suddenly become empty and blank, as if her soul had been sucked out of the underworld, and she would become dull and wooden.

Daya and other maids didn't dare to say much and just accompanied her quietly.

She was like a body without a soul, like a flower that had rotted from the roots and withered, losing its vitality.

The weather in early spring was still very cold. Xiao Luobai came back from outside several times and hurriedly carried her into the house without waiting for the cold to fade away. Although he was slightly annoyed and worried that she would catch a cold, he was too distressed to speak loudly. He only asked softly, "Rou'er, are you cold?"

Xiao Luobai would find ways to buy things for Li Yuanrou almost every day, sometimes food, sometimes clothes and jewelry. Li Yuanrou would just take a symbolic look and leave it at that.

She suddenly lost interest in everything. She didn't want to talk or move. She felt like a lonely soul wandering in another world with nowhere to go.

Once, Xiao Luobai even brought back a parrot, which he had bought a long time ago. He placed the parrot in a room in the Chamber of Commerce where he used to rest, and taught it to speak tirelessly every day.

When the parrot entered the green plum garden, it kept shouting, "Long live the princess, may you become rich!", "Long live the princess, may you become rich!"

Li Yuanrou smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Li Yuanrou seemed like a completely different person. Even Qingfeng changed his usual behavior and remained silent when he saw her.

Xiao Luobai had nightmares one after another. He was so scared several times that he thought she was gone again. He grabbed her hands with panic in his eyes and asked her, "Rou'er, do you remember me? Who am I?"

Li Yuanrou always smiled gently and said, "He is my husband."

Once, maybe she was in a good mood and had the evil intention of teasing people. When Xiao Luobai asked her nervously, she laughed evilly, as if Princess Shanyang had possessed her. Xiao Luobai was so scared that he stepped back and swept the tea bowl on the table away in panic.

A man of his size fell to the ground, his palm pressed on the broken pieces of the porcelain bowl, and he was completely unaware of the blood gushing out. He just stared at Li Yuanrou with horror, and shouted with a chill in his voice, "Rou'er?"

Li Yuanrou panicked and ran over, kneeling on the ground, picked up his hand and called him husband. Only then did Xiao Luobai come back to his senses, and a smile appeared in his eyes again.

Li Yuanrou helped him clear the fragments from his palm, applied medicine and bandaged it. While applying the medicine, she suddenly stopped, covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

Big tears trickled down the back of her hand from between her fingers, and she sobbed, "I really deserve to die, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Luobai used his intact hand to take her hands away one by one and wiped away the tears from her eyes. There was a clear smile on the corner of his lips without any blame.

His eyes were full of doting, and his gentle voice was filled with soothing words: "Dear, don't cry, it doesn't hurt at all. Your injured left hand won't affect your writing, nor will it affect your earning money."

Li Yuanrou, that was the person he cherished and loved dearly. It was just a hand injury, it was nothing.

Li Yuanrou felt that she was seriously ill and didn't even understand why she had become like this. It was as if she had depression.

She murmured, "I am sick."

Xiao Luobai smiled slightly, his voice soft and charming: "I am also sick, only you can cure it."

Only You Can Heal...

Li Yuanrou's tears fell.

That day, they hugged each other intimately again after more than a month.

The night is like water, stirring the heart.

The two stars in the sky became brighter and brighter, as if they were using all their life's energy to illuminate each other.

There was tenderness and tenderness in Xiao Luobai's eyes.

It was as if every day we spent together now was time stolen by him, and he cherished it so much.

The delicate kiss is wrapped in infinite tenderness, and the affectionate gaze carries endless love.

The rich love enveloped Li Yuanrou, penetrated into her lungs, and soaked her heart.

Deep and shallow, full and filling.

Li Yuanrou's whimpering calls of "husband" were all swallowed up in Xiao Luobai's kiss that was as sweet as honey.

Ever since Xiao Luobai injured his hand, she began to reflect on herself, wondering what she had done. She made the whole mansion gloomy and depressed, and made Xiao Luobai worry about gains and losses every day.

Seeing Xiao Luobai cautiously asking him who he was, her heart always ached.

She began to chat and laugh with everyone around her like she used to. Everyone's mood was really lifted, and the atmosphere seemed to have returned to the way it was before. Only Xiao Luobai knew that she had not resolved her heart knot.

He didn't ask, knowing that she didn't want to talk, and all she could do was come home earlier every day.

He actually didn't want to go out for social events or inspections, but he still had to make money.

Li Yuanrou loves money. His Rouer will cry if he has no money to spend.

When Li Yuanrou was taking a nap, she accidentally found a piece of paper under her pillow. She unfolded it.

A page full of elegant words, it was Xiao Luobai's handwriting.

My dear, my dream haunts me.

There is no day that I forget you, and I can’t give up my longing for you.

The wide belt is what I want.

My dear, my bright eyes,

Point out the decision of Xu Que, and destroy the thought of taboo.

I made an appointment with you to spend time together.

Are you willing to know and cherish each other?

I promise you that I will never let you down.

Singing softly about the years, the cups never stop flowing.

As constant as the moon, as rising as the sun,

The sun rises and the moon sets, the cycle never ends.

I wish to be with you forever.

I wish you a life of misery.

If there is an afterlife, I will meet you again.

If there is no afterlife, I will never forget you.

When my body dies and my soul disappears, I will definitely meet you.

The world is fleeting, and I cannot cut off my longing for you.

Morning and evening, every year.

The bottom line reads: "My longing for you has become a disease that cannot be cured. Rou'er, if you don't wake up, I really can't hold on any longer."

Li Yuanrou held the piece of paper in tears. It was written by Xiao Luobai when she was unconscious. Every word was about her.

What kind of mood was he in when he wrote it down and put it under his pillow.

Li Yuanrou held the piece of paper and seemed to feel Xiao Luobai's great sadness, like a collapsed mountain, falling into a bottomless abyss, breaking into millions of pieces of stone and smashing hard into the depths of Li Yuanrou's heart. The pebbles covered her left atrium, and each one of them was called Xiao Luobai.

She remembered that she had another poem with her, but she had never looked at it again after she took it back.

She wiped away her tears, stumbled to the dressing table, took out from the brocade box the poem she had stolen when she left the Prince Consort's Mansion for the first time, and carefully unfolded it.

The fragrant osmanthus has fallen and the children are crying as they return home.

The melancholy and idle nights are filled with thoughts.

Thinking of the distant love affair of the beautiful lady,

The voice, appearance and soul seem to be separated by Taoxi River.

The following line of elegant small characters reads: The prosperity has faded, flowers bloom and fade, time is ruthless, and life is tasteless.

When she first arrived, she thought Xiao Luobai was going to commit suicide because he couldn't get the love he wanted. But looking at it now, it was clearly written about her.

Every word is her.

The voice, appearance and soul seem to be separated by Taoxi River, and every word seems to be crying blood.

Li Yuanrou stroked the words above, tears falling silently like heavy rain.

A sharp knife pierced into the softest part of her body, causing a dull pain and splashes of blood. Every drop of blood was the love Xiao Luobai gave her.