The weak prince's queen

After Chu Xiyue received this crucial news, her heart pounded like a frightened rabbit. She knew this matter was of grave importance and needed to convey it to Xiao Yichen as soon as possible. So, she hurried back to the mansion, her heart aching with anxiety, wishing she could grow wings and fly to Xiao Yichen immediately.

When Chu Xiyue stepped into the mansion, she happened to meet Dong'er walking towards her. The moment their eyes met, Chu Xiyue quickly gave Dong'er a look.

Dong'er, clever and understanding, immediately stepped forward, grabbed Qiu Ling, and said cleverly, "Sister Qiu Ling, how about we go to the kitchen together to prepare some food for the prince and princess?"

Qiu Ling looked troubled. After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "But at this time, Princess..."

Before she could finish her words, Chu Xiyue quickly responded, "Go ahead, go ahead. I just want to eat some light porridge right now." Hearing this, Qiu Ling couldn't refuse anymore and had to go to the kitchen with Dong'er.

Seeing the two leave, Chu Xiyue didn't dare to delay even a little. She lifted her skirt and ran towards Xiao Yichen's room like the wind. As soon as she opened the door, she didn't even have time to breathe before she couldn't wait to shout, "Your Majesty, the Queen told me!"

Xiao Yichen, who was originally lying in bed, heard Chu Xiyue's voice and sat up suddenly as if he had been electrocuted. His face, which had been pale and bloodless just now, suddenly became rosy.

Xiao Yichen asked anxiously, "What on earth is this thing? Tell me quickly!"

Chu Xiyue calmed down and said slowly, "It was a gift from the late emperor."

Xiao Yichen frowned slightly, muttering thoughtfully, "A gift from the late emperor? Let me think about it..." Before he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, his mind searching for relevant memories. As time ticked by, the air around them seemed to freeze, broken only by Xiao Yichen's increasingly deep breathing.

After a long moment, Xiao Yichen suddenly opened his eyes, as if suddenly realizing something. He quickly reached into his arms and began to grope. Soon, a crystal-clear, smooth jade pendant appeared in his hand. Holding the jade pendant tightly, Xiao Yichen whispered, "Could this be it?"

Chu Xiyue, standing nearby, saw this and hurried forward, carefully taking the jade pendant from Xiao Yichen. She held it in her palm, examining it carefully. The front of the jade pendant was intricately engraved with a dragon pattern, while the back featured a blooming lotus, the lines flowing and natural, making it appear lifelike.

However, Chu Xiyue examined it repeatedly for a long time, and finally shook her head, saying doubtfully, "I really don't see anything special about it. Why do those people in the palace value this gift from the late emperor so much? Since they are so taboo about it, this jade pendant must have a special purpose, right?"

Hearing what Chu Xiyue said, Xiao Yichen couldn't help but nod repeatedly to express his agreement: "Xue'er does have some truth in what she said, but I have been staring at this jade pendant for a long time, and I really can't figure out what kind of mystery is hidden in it." After saying that, he sighed helplessly.

At this moment, Chu Xiyue's eyes rolled, and she suggested again, "How about your Highness, please think carefully again. Did the late emperor ever say anything strange to you when he was alive? Especially any last words or instructions he left before his death. Perhaps you can find some clues from them!"

Xiao Yichen slowly closed his eyes, his thoughts flooding back to his youth. Back then, the late emperor was already terminally ill and nearing death, yet he still managed to summon the young boy to his bedside with his last remaining strength for a long and profound conversation.

At this moment, those words seemed to still echo in his ears, every word as clear as if engraved in his heart. Xiao Yichen was immersed in memories, his face showing a complex and deep expression.

Finally, he opened his eyes again, his gaze firm and profound. He spoke slowly, "My father once said that if the ways of the world seem unfair, or if one is trapped in immense confusion and bewilderment, one can go to Putuo Temple to seek the truth and find answers. Furthermore, my father promised that even after his death, he would protect us from the heavens."

Chu Xiyue, who was standing by, heard this and her beautiful eyes lit up. She nodded thoughtfully and said, "In that case, the late emperor was most likely going to Putuo Temple." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

Xiao Yichen nodded slightly in agreement, and then asked, "Then, in your opinion, should we set off immediately to Putuo Temple to find the answer?" There was a hint of urgency in his words.

Chu Xiyue answered without hesitation, "Go! This is the most urgent matter. We must go. Perhaps only by going to Putuo Temple in person can we uncover the truth behind these mysteries."