After Chen'an died, Youhuan never cried again, no matter how painful it was, she just silently shed tears.

But this time kneeling in Su Mansion, Youhuan looked up to the sky and cried, her voice was heartbreaking, and Mingxiang and Ling Jian were worried to hear it.

You Huan sat on the ground with all her strength, sobbing, unable to finish a word, and could only lie on the ground and cry weakly, crying until she even made a sound in her throat.

Zhao Huajin rushed back from Jingzhou overnight, but when he arrived in Beijing, it was already past noon, and he didn't even have time to use lunch on the road, the black cloak on his body was stained with dust, and his face was still half-hidden by a wide hood.

Until he was about to pass through the city gate, the guard next to him suddenly said, "Your Highness, is that the county lord of Youhuan?" ”

Zhao Huajin looked up, the girl in the goose yellow skirt on the city tower was boringly pulling the flowers in her hands, wearing a veil on her face, but she couldn't stop her temperament, and the maid next to her was holding a paper umbrella, like a beautiful picture drawn by the best painter in the world.

Ling Jian, who was above, also immediately spotted Zhao Huajin, turned around and said a few words to Youhuan, Youhuan looked down, and just met Zhao Huajin's gaze.

The fierceness in Zhao Huajin's eyes faded after seeing Youhuan, leaving only gentleness.

You Huan let go of the petals in his hand, turned around and went down the city tower, and the pink and white petals fell down with the wind, and one piece was still on Zhao Huajin's shoulder.

Zhao Huajin led people into the city, and then dismounted, and when he was about to order the subordinates next to him, he saw Youhuan pounce directly on him after getting off the city tower.

Fortunately, Zhao Huajin quickly caught her and said, "The palace is full of ashes, and if you want to hug it, go back to the palace and hug it again." ”

Youhuan buried her head in Zhao Huajin's arms and didn't speak, but shook her head to indicate that she didn't want to let go.

Zhao Huajin sighed helplessly, handed the reins in his hand to others, patted the back of Youhuan's head as if soothingly, and asked, "Why did you leave the palace?" Was you bullied in the palace? ”

Youhuan shook her head again.

Zhao Huajin glanced at Ling Jian who was talking next to him, and could probably guess that something must have happened to Youhuan in the palace these days when he left the palace.

You Huan hugged Zhao Huajin and refused to let go, listening to Zhao Huajin's voice, feeling the slow and powerful heartbeat in his chest, holding him tightly, You Huan felt a little relieved.

"I ...... I have come to wait for His Highness to return to Beijing, I have something to ask His Highness. Youhuan's voice was still hoarse, and there was only a sound of breath left in the end of this sentence.

A dark glint flashed in Zhao Huajin's eyes, and he grabbed Youhuan's shoulders and asked her to withdraw from his arms a little.

Only then did he see that Youhuan's eyes were red, and both eyes were swollen from crying, Zhao Huajin's heart sank, and said, "What happened?" ”

You Huan met Zhao Huajin's gaze, pursed her lips, and asked, "Didn't Your Highness know about Su Jingsheng's return to Beijing a long time ago?" ”

Zhao Huajin frowned, just hearing You Huan read Su Jingsheng's name, she couldn't help but be jealous in her heart.

"I heard from the people in the palace that His Highness already knew that I had a marriage contract with Su Jingsheng, but why didn't His Highness tell me?"

A mist rose from Youhuan's eyes, she pulled the corner of Zhao Huajin's clothes and asked, "Is it because His Highness doesn't want him to return to Beijing?" ”

Zhao Huajin's hand under his sleeve slowly tightened, he knew that there were some things he couldn't say to Youhuan, but he couldn't help it at this moment, "Yes, Bengong will never want him to come back, in this case, will you hate Bengong?" ”