After saying that, she waved her black sleeves angrily, and the silver thread shone between the flips, looking flashy and noble. She turned around and left decisively.

Yan Junqing stood there blankly, silent.

Too many melancholy could not help but surge into my heart. How could she not understand that he could not face the world without her? How could she not understand that his existence was completely just for her? How could she not understand that some...

Things are always easier said than done?

For the whole afternoon, Yan Junqing stood in the imperial study room, motionless.

Everything happened too fast. He still didn't understand why the two people who were entangled last night and said they would never be separated, one of them was in a hurry to leave first today?

It wasn't until the bright moon hung like a hook in the sky with twinkling stars that Yan Junqing moved his stiff body and walked out of the imperial study. Returning to the Qingliang Hall again, the place where they had countless memories, the overwhelming feeling of heartache came over him, almost overpowering him.

Almost suffocating.

After receiving the news of Yan Junqing's departure from her maid, Ye Jiangxue, who had been lying on the dragon's bed with her face as pale as paper and silent, instantly stood up. Dragging her frail body, she walked slowly towards the study. There was a letter there that she had to send in advance.

The secret order handed over.

The remaining flowers in the royal study were piled on the floor, gently blown up by the wind, and fluttering in the small book-scented space with the night breeze, creating a unique scene.

Ye Jiangxue was dressed in black casual clothes and walked to the dark desk. With her thin fingers, she pulled out the secret message written on plain paper and turned around again to walk out of the study.

According to the news from the shadow guard, Ling Ziliang is already in the imperial capital.

She thought that he was the only one who could convince Yan Junqing to live after she left, and he was the only one who could keep Yan Junqing safe.

At this moment, Ling Ziliang was sitting on the wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, straddling it, picking flower petals at will, and silently chanting over and over again: "Begging him? No begging. Begging him? No begging? Begging him..."

"

The petals were being torn off one by one, and the sadness between his brows became more and more intense. Looking helplessly at the bare peony, he curled his lips and comforted himself: "Why should I beg him? It's none of my business."

What's the matter? Ye Jiangxue's life and death are not important in the first place."

After saying that, he jumped down from the wall very neatly and neatly.

However, as soon as his front foot landed, he hit a dark wall. The wall was not as hard as expected, and it felt like he had hit someone.

Before he even had time to raise his head to see who was blocking the prince's path, he felt a strong murderous aura emanating from the wall.

He quickly retreated to a safe distance and saw the wall suddenly crack and split into two. Immediately, a woman in black clothes with black hair and big eyes came out from behind the wall.

The woman has bright eyes and big eyes that are full of aura. If it weren't for the horrific scars on her face, she would still be a smart person.

"Ye Jiangxue——" Ling Ziliang suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the scars on Ye Jiangxue's face in disbelief. He remembered that when he had just met Meng Xian and was chased by him, Ye Jiangxue still looked so pleasant.

Where did this situation come from now?

Unable to react for a moment, Ling Ziliang stood frozen on the spot, his dark purple pupils suddenly shrinking.
Chapter completed!