Chapter Ninety-One: I Hate Her Greatly
"Yes." "Why?" "I naturally have my own plans, do I have to report everything to you?"
"Smack......
The man on the other side slapped Mo Yu, "Although you don't need to report to me, and I don't bother to care about you, but don't make anything happen to me without my permission!" β
"Haha, you hit me, why did you hit me! Ha ......"
Mo Yu smiled as she covered her face and stepped back, leaving with one body in one fell swoop.
The man in black stood there, shook the hand that had hit Mo Yu, and listened to his terrible laughter, and his heart suddenly tightened.
But then he left.
"Did you grow up here as a kid?"
Yi Linger still couldn't ask him directly about his childhood, she was afraid that he would be sad.
"Well, I think I've been here since I was very young, and I didn't remember it at the time, but I'll remember it when I was a little older."
Murong Xiang lay flat on the bed, pressed his hands under his head, and answered her questions with his eyes closed.
It was as if he was reminiscing about the past, and he smiled from time to time.
Yi Linger really wanted to ask him why he, a prince, would be in such a place.
"And how was your life as a child?"
"I grew up with Rong An, and the rest have no other playmates, although I was bitter when I was a child, my mother was extremely fond of me, and I didn't have to cheat in the palace, but I also lived a stable and happy life. What's more important is that I met a girl when I was a kid and she ......"
Murong Xiang turned his face to look at her, she was already asleep, and touched her face with his hand.
Do you know?
That girl is you, whether you remember me or not, but I have never forgotten the warmth you brought me.
In fact, what he just said was good, and he didn't tell her all what happened, but he was afraid that she would worry.
Will she be worried?
I think it will!
He turned to hug her, and Ellinger, perhaps feeling the warmth, rubbed into his arms.
"Knock on the emperor, they have arrived."
Ling Huang stood in front of the window, looking at the stars in the night sky, listening to what the visitor said, he raised his hand and waved it back, signaling him to leave.
Xue Yin, tomorrow is your sacrifice day, I let our son go over to see you, I naturally hate you, do you hate me too?
I really hated you back then, so I sent you and Xiang'er out, but at the same time, it was also for your good, but what I regret the most is that I let you die in a foreign country, I haven't been to see you for so many years.
He wiped his face with his hand, and sure enough, he burst into tears, even if he hated her again, he loved her very much.
"Mei Weng, you will tell SΓΉ Xiang'er the truth about Xue Yin's death tomorrow, he is now grown up, and he should know how her mother died."
"Yes, Lord Regent."
"You don't have to be like this between you and me, these are just false names, I don't care, you don't have to care, the friendship between you and me doesn't have to care about these for a long time."
"Okay."
Yi Ling'er got up early in the morning of the second day and went out for a walk, the most important thing is that today is the sacrifice day of Murong Xiang's mother, and she is naturally her own mother.
After breakfast, they left, and Xue Yin's tombstone was not far away, and a large banyan tree was planted next to it, although the leaves had long since fallen, but it could be vaguely seen that it was alive and well.
"Queen Mother, your sons have come to see you. The sons have grown so big, and they haven't come to see you in the past few years, so there is no blame for the sons. β
Murong Xiang knelt in front of the stone tablet, and Yi Ling'er, Rong An, and Ju Niang all knelt down.
He stroked the stele with his hand, and his tone of voice choked up, and tears could not stop falling.