I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

"Okay, I'll take you there."

He could let his beloved sister Qingqing go wherever she wanted, and he would spoil her. His father had once told him that he should treat the woman he liked very well.

Besides, Qingqing is so cute, he will definitely protect her.

The palace is so winding and complex, with so many turns and bends. Shen Qingqing didn't dare to think about how she would get out if she came alone!

“Qingqing, over here, over here.”

Shen Qingqing crouched down and quietly slipped past, and the passing palace servants naturally did not notice the two little glutinous rice balls.

"Hiss... hiss, it's so cold here."

A chilling atmosphere filled the air as the two walked through the corridor. This was Shen Qingqing's first time visiting a mourning hall.

The walls were covered with white silk, and the mourning hall was a pure white. In the center was the empress's coffin, which was exquisitely made, and white candles flickered and dripped in front of it.

A small white figure knelt before the hall. "Brother Yanli, you should go back. I'll stay here. This is your reward."

Shen Qingqing took out a piece of candy from her bosom; it was a gift from her grandfather yesterday.

"If my dear Qingqing isn't leaving, then I'm staying here too."

This looks terrifying. What if my little sister Qingqing gets scared?

A real man, he'll stay here.

"But..." Shen Qingqing was too embarrassed to trouble others. Although the original owner had a good relationship with him, she really didn't know how to get along with others.

"It's alright, I won't do anything, I'll just watch over Qingqing."

She stared at herself expectantly; well, she doesn't seem to know how to refuse others.

"If you're tired, you can go now."

"Yes, yes, I'll listen to whatever you say, Qingqing."

Last night, after the Empress died, Mo Jing was here. The Emperor came here and said to him...

"I will not hold you responsible for your mother's death, considering your youth and ignorance."

The Imperial Concubine also came and knelt beside Mo Jing.

She hugged him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, "Sister, why didn't you wait for me? I haven't even had a chance to say a few words to you, and I've been thinking about you the whole time..."

He endured the pungent fragrance, being held in someone's arms like a doll.

Mo Jing knew that someone had framed him, but he didn't know who it was. Apart from his mother, he was not familiar with anyone else in the palace and had no social interaction with them. His mother never took him out.

Grandpa arrived one after another, but he just stood there without saying a word.

The Crown Prince, the Second Prince, the high-ranking officials, Xiao Xiang, and the servants who served the Empress Dowager all wept in waves.

No one asked him what he thought.

Do you think that rumor is true?

"It's highly likely that His Majesty won't pursue this matter."

The two empresses stood to one side, pretending to cry while covering their mouths and gossiping.

"Your Highness, please do not grieve too much. Life and death are ordained by Heaven; let nature take its course..."

He tried to comfort Mo Jing.

"His Highness doesn't seem too upset."

"The Empress was very kind to His Highness when she was alive, who could have foreseen this..."

"Your Highness can even harm your own mother."

Mo Jing glared at the two men, who were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

"This... Your Highness's expression is too..."

"Let's leave soon, I'm afraid..."

These people... what do they know...? Who believes him?

Even his only biological mother didn't believe him—no, she never believed him.

"Mother, should I avenge you?"

He knelt on the ground, a tear dripping down his cheek. His mother didn't care who poisoned him; she only doubted and hated herself.

Therefore, the Empress Dowager disliked being close to him, and these people were also afraid to be close to him, the man who killed their own mother.

revenge?

Does it matter?

Wouldn't my mother be even happier if I killed myself?

Shen Qingqing knelt on the prayer mat like Mo Jing, and Yan Li did the same, but Shen Qingqing was closest to Mo Jing.

Mo Jing ignored the two people and remained kneeling on the spot, seemingly lost in thought. Shen Qingqing also remained silent, quietly staying by his side.

The wait was tedious and boring. Shen Qingqing's head bobbed up and down as she grew sleepy. Although Mo Jing didn't seem to care, he still noticed Shen Qingqing's drowsy appearance.

Pretending...

He placed the cushion on the left in front of him on the right, and as expected, Shen Qingqing fell onto the futon, shifting her body slightly to find a comfortable position.

Yan Li was surprised that Mo Jing was so considerate of Qingqing, and gave him a grateful look.

Mo Jing: Inexplicable...

No, how did he know that Qingqing would fall first? He had been with Qingqing for a long time and hadn't noticed.

As for her sleep problem, Shen Qingqing used to force herself to go to class so that she could be like everyone else, and she didn't dare to show it in front of others.

After all, she is the prime minister's granddaughter and cannot afford to have any issues with her demeanor, but Shen Qingqing doesn't need to.

The triggering of the second task also unlocked other clues.

The original owner's character was a sleepyhead who could fall asleep anywhere; he wasn't sick, he just loved to sleep.

Mo Jing's character is that of a tyrant, a complete tyrant. Please do everything possible to influence the male lead.

As for how to tell Shen Qingqing this news, that's another story, since the person in question was already fast asleep.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister."

Mo Jing stood up and bowed.

"Your Highness, this humble official greets you."

"Your Highness, please don't laugh. My granddaughter is naturally playful, so please don't laugh."

Shen Jing squatted down to pick up Shen Qingqing, while Yan Li had already sent someone over to pick her up.

These two kids love to play together, and he can't bear to separate them even when he's old. He'll make plans for when they're older.

As for the Third Prince, he didn't recall his granddaughter ever becoming so familiar with him, and he had no recollection of ever exchanging words with him.

"grandfather?"

[Host, you woke up at just the right time.]

I woke up naturally, there was nothing I could do about it.

By the way, will the host be able to sleep at night?

This heartwarming scene was not something he could have; nobody liked him...

Even his only mother disliked him...

“My dear granddaughter, let’s go, Grandpa will take you home.”

The environment here is chilly; even this old man finds it cold, let alone his dear granddaughter.

"Grandpa, I want to stay here."

The child's voice was soft and tender, making one's heart ache.

"No."

Is it safe for people to live here?

What if his granddaughter gets sick here?

"Grandpa, I'll stay here."

"Grandpa disagrees."

Her task is to stay here with Mo Jing. Is she allowed to run away at night?

Her grandfather looked like he was not someone to be persuaded.

[Host, as long as you're not worried that Mo Jing might suddenly turn evil while you're away, then you can leave.]

【emmmm】

Was the system threatening her? Well, she still didn't dare to gamble.

"Grandpa, you can go now, I want to stay here."

Shen Qingqing was quite shameless, and Shen Jing couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to pick up his beloved grandson and run away, but he was afraid that his grandson would get angry.

"My dear grandson, tell Grandpa why you're here?"

This stumped Shen Qingqing. She couldn't very well say it was for a mission, could she?

Mo Jing was also curious about Shen Qingqing's purpose in coming here.

They were just like those other people, watching him make a fool of himself...

"I like it here."