"I'm going to sleep." I whispered, turning my back.

He sighed softly and blew out the light for me.

But I heard the sound of Suo Suo behind me, and when I looked back, it was him who had returned to his desk and sat down, lighting only a small lamp, and using that faint light to attend to his business.

He was afraid that it would be too bright and prevent me from sleeping.

The emperor, and he has just come to court, is of course very busy.

My heart softened a little.

But not long after, a palace man crept into the imperial study, came to Han's side, and whispered: "Your Majesty, Princess Luanlu called you over, saying that it was related to Feng Ling." ”

"Let's go." Han put down his pen, picked up the lamp, and stood up.

He walked towards me, and I pretended to sleep with my eyes closed.

This time I learned smartly, and even the sound of breathing was deliberately slow.

Han didn't see through it and left with the palace people.

I opened my eyes in the darkness.

It's late at night, what else can you do if you call him over at this time?

It was quiet, and there was no one in the study.

In the dark, I grabbed my arm and scratched at the blood.

This body, anyway, is useless, why don't you destroy it a little.

Is grief now integrated into the bone marrow?

Is the edict spoken by the mother emperor in my heart?

Can I dissect myself and see if this edict is really in my heart?

I used my nails to pick the skin of my body, but it wasn't too enjoyable, and I felt that it was too slow. I smeared and went to my desk, picked up the teacup and smashed it, and scratched it on my body with a pottery shard.

The pain still seems to be a little felt.

However, the pain doesn't matter either.

Compared to what the imperial sister did to me, compared to their betrayal, and compared to all the past encounters, if the physical pain can be offset, then I would rather draw a few more.

At the desk, in the dim light, I watched as the blood fell from the wound, from the arm, and on the folds of congratulating the emperor on his enthronement.

How much blood did he spend on his throne?

"Luanshuang? What are you doing there? He appeared at the door of the study, and immediately he noticed my strange appearance, rushed over, and snatched the fragment from my hand, "Light the lamp!" ”

The palace people lit the lamps.

The light shone on my wounds, and I could see a shocking look in their eyes.

I smiled and smugly asked, "Is it pretty?" ”

Han was very angry, took my hand, dragged me back to the bedside, and roared: "Imperial Doctor! ”

The doctor soon appeared and applied medicine to stop the bleeding for me. She sighed that fortunately, the emperor found it in time, these wounds were superficial, not too deep, but a little too many. After carefully applying the medicine, she warned her not to touch the water, and left first.

Han sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at me, and said coldly, "Didn't you say I didn't love you?" Do you want to make me feel distressed in this way? ”

"No...... I know you don't love me anymore. "I turned my head and closed my eyes," said the mother, the edict was in my heart, and I wanted to dig it out and see. I felt sad again and wanted to dig it away. ”

Hearing this, Han was silent for a long time, then turned around and left the imperial study without saying a word.

I heard the healer talking to him at the door.

Soon, he returned: "Someone, tie her up." ”

He tied my hands to the foot of the bed and kept me from harming myself.

He asked me to listen to my inner voice and asked me if I still loved him and if I still had some attachment to the world.

I only looked at him with empty eyes.

He couldn't stand my gaze and turned away again.

After many days, when he was sure that I would not do any more self-harm, he ordered someone to let me go.

In this way, I recuperated in the imperial study for a month.