Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

"Let's go! Let's go back to the palace!" With this shout, Li Xingyun's figure disappeared from the imperial study like a ghost in an instant.

Li Qiankun's words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting Li Xingyun's heart hard and bringing him a huge shock. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to rush back to the Qin Palace as soon as possible to confirm whether Ye Xiaoyu had recovered her memory!

Although Li Qiankun's words shocked him, he could sense that he wasn't lying. However, Li Xingyun's intuition told him that there seemed to be something that Li Qiankun hadn't fully revealed. The truth of this matter could only be confirmed by finding Ye Xiaoyu.

Ye Xian and Hua Pi exchanged a glance, each seeing confusion and worry in the other's eyes. Hua Pi finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Out of respect for Li Xingyun, they did not hear the conversation inside the barrier just now, and naturally had no idea what had happened to make Li Xingyun lose his composure like this.

Ye Xian shook his head, staring at the direction where Li Xingyun left, and said thoughtfully: "I don't know! It seems that the prince has been stimulated by something."

"Painted Skin, you must leave this place first! Upon returning to the palace, immediately report the current situation to the princess. Painted Bone and I will bring the prince's mount safely back to the palace!" Ye Xian commanded firmly. He knew that since Li Xingyun had already left, it was not a good idea for them to linger in the palace any longer.

"Okay!" Painted Skin responded without hesitation, and then his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant like a wisp of green smoke, as if he had never appeared.

Meanwhile, Li Xingyun had returned to the Prince Qin's mansion. His steps seemed unsteady, and he seemed lost and confused, as if he had lost his soul. He had so much to say that he wanted to confide in someone, but he was at a loss, not knowing who to turn to. So, he could only wander aimlessly through the palace, as if that would temporarily dispel his anguish.

"Xingyun? You're back?" Suddenly, a clear and pleasant shout seemed to penetrate layers of clouds and mist and went straight into Li Xingyun's ears, interrupting his thoughts that were surging like the tide.

The voice was as clear and melodious as the song of a nightingale, or as sweet and melodious as the song of a yellow oriole. Its owner was clearly overjoyed at Li Xingyun's return, so much so that the already melodious tone now revealed an irrepressible joy, like the first flower to bloom in spring, brimming with vitality and energy.

Li Xingyun heard the sound, and his raised right foot suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if under a spell. He slowly turned his head, his gaze like two flashes of lightning, piercing the silence around them and landing directly on the source of the sound.

The moment his gaze met that figure, time seemed to freeze. He saw a face of unparalleled beauty, like a fairy descended from the earth, untouched by worldly desires. The owner of that face was none other than Liu Wumei.

Liu Wumei's skin was as white as snow, like white jade, and as delicate as silk. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, slender and curved, like two willow leaves gently falling, adding a touch of spirit to her beauty. Her eyes were like a deep lake, clear and bright, and her fleeting glances seemed to contain a thousand words.

When Li Xingyun saw Liu Wumei's face clearly, his originally furrowed brows involuntarily relaxed a little, like a willow branch blown by the spring breeze.

"Well, I'm back." Li Xingyun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time. His throat felt like it had been rubbed by sandpaper, and it was stinging and unbearable.

Liu Wumei immediately noticed Li Xingyun's abnormality, and her beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows quickly wrinkled like the wings of a disturbed butterfly. She walked forward quickly, her steps light and urgent, as if she was afraid that Li Xingyun would disappear in an instant.

"What happened? Why...why are you like this?" Liu Wumei's voice was full of worry and concern. Her beautiful big eyes stared at Li Xingyun, as if she wanted to see the pain and anxiety deep in his heart through his slightly haggard face.

Hearing Liu Wumei's concerned words, the suppressed emotions in Li Xingyun's heart burst forth like a flood, unable to be contained any longer. He suppressed the pain in his heart, threw down a few words, and then rushed away like a flash of lightning.

"Let's go back... back to the house and talk!" Li Xingyun's voice trembled, as if he had exhausted all his strength to express each word. Before he finished speaking, his figure had already turned into a shadow, rushing towards Liu Wumei's courtyard like an arrow.

Despite the sadness surging in his heart like a tidal wave, Li Xingyun still didn't want too many people to see his vulnerable side. Although his steps were as fast as the wind, they seemed to be stumbling, as if he might fall at any moment.

Seeing this, Liu Wumei didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly took steps, following Li Xingyun closely. Her heartbeat also accelerated with Li Xingyun's footsteps, and an ominous premonition came to her heart.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, soon arrived at Liu Wumei's boudoir. After Li Xingyun rushed into the room, he seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped in a chair. Seeing this, Liu Wumei hurried forward and gently closed the door. She also didn't want others to see Li Xingyun's fragile appearance at this moment.

"Xingyun...what happened? Is Your Majesty still unwilling to give up?" Liu Wumei walked over to sit beside Li Xingyun and asked softly, his tone full of concern and worry.

Li Xingyun gritted his teeth and slowly shook his head, as if he wanted to say something but found it difficult to speak. After a long moment, he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "No... My father has already decreed that I be appointed Crown Prince and heir, and that I should assume the important responsibility of regent!"

"Oh my! What happened?! Please tell me! I'm so worried!" Liu Wumei looked at Li Xingyun's miserable expression, her heart filled with anxiety. Her brows knitted tightly together, her face filled with worry. Unable to suppress her inner anxiety any longer, she suddenly reached out and grasped Li Xingyun's big, broad hand, shaking it vigorously, as if that would make Li Xingyun tell her what happened faster.