"What are you crying about, this kid?" , Grandma helped Chu Yu wipe her tears, and then pulled her to sit at the dining table.

"Yu'er just misses everyone so much." , Chu Yu burst into tears and laughed.

Daddy and Grandpa see each other every year, but I don't think there is much change.

But my mother and grandmother haven't seen each other for ten years, and the gap between these ten years is huge.

For Chu Yu's return, the brothers were very happy, but they didn't feel too unfamiliar.

If it were a previous life, Chu Yu would definitely feel unfamiliar, but after experiencing life and death in her previous life, she couldn't afford to give birth to life.

Even for her sister Chu Xinrou, who didn't like her since she was a child, she felt very kind.

All night, the Chu Mansion was immersed in an atmosphere of happiness.

This night, Chu Yu slept exceptionally steadily.

The next day, before the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the house, Chu Yu woke up.

After washing, Chu Yu went to greet his grandparents and parents.

After greeting his mother, Chu Yu was stopped by his mother.

"Yu'er, over the years, you've suffered in the Snow Mountain."

"Mother, it's not bitter. It's true. Chu Yu didn't want his mother to misunderstand.

But it seems that my mother doesn't think so.

"In the past ten years that you have been away, my mother has missed you every day." , Song Qingyu grabbed Chu Yu's hand hard, as if she was afraid that Chu Yu would disappear again.

Chu Yu glanced at Song Qingyu, and saw that the corners of his mother's eyes were smiling and adding a few wrinkles, which was really unforgiving.

Chu Yu shook her hand back and said, "Mother, Yu'er also thinks about you every day." ”

"In the past ten years, a lot of things have happened in the capital." , Song Qingyu sighed.

Chu Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he asked eagerly, "What happened in the capital?" ”

"When you were nine years old, the Seventh Prince's biological mother, Xian, died." , Song Qingyu sighed.

Chu Yu's heart shook slightly, it turned out that the biological mother of the Seventh Prince still died in the same year.

"Why did you die?" , Chu Yu's heart couldn't help but hang.

In the previous life, the biological mother of the seventh prince, Wang Guifei, died in the deep palace, and the real culprit has not been found.

"In the middle of the night, the palace maid who kept watch fell asleep and accidentally knocked over the candle, and the dormitory caught fire."

Thinking of the Seventh Prince, who had been lonely and stupid since he was a child, Song Qingyu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

After hearing this, Chu Yu suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be overwhelmed by heavy objects, and he couldn't breathe.

The mother of the Seven Princes passed away, but the Seven Princes did not come to worship the old man as a teacher.

So, did she make a mistake in her calculations?

Song Qingyu saw that Chu Yu's face was different, and couldn't help but care, "Yu'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Not really?" , Chu Yu put on a smiling face.

"I lost my mother at a young age, and it is difficult to survive in the palace. Mother, the Seven Princes, how is it now? A trace of regret flashed in Chu Yu's eyes.

Song Qingyu touched Chu Yu's hand and said in a deep voice, "These seven princes firmly believe that his mother concubine was framed by someone and sued the emperor, but how can the emperor believe what a child says, the emperor also thinks that the seventh prince has been stimulated too much and has a mental problem, so he immediately sent the seventh prince out of the palace and gave him a mansion, so that he can recuperate there alone." ”

"This emperor is also a ruthless person, the seventh prince was only ten years old at the time, and he was still a child, so he couldn't bear to let that child be alone." , Song Qingyu shook his head and sighed.

"Counting it, the Seventh Prince is also eighteen years old." , Chu Yu frowned.

She'll have to do some research into the Seven Princes.

And the prince, what have he been doing all these years.

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