Weiyang Palace.

Melting snow flowed down the long eaves of the palace building, rows of crystal icicles reflected the bright sunlight, and pure white mourning flags fluttered in the cold wind, adding a bit of coldness to this cold palace.

Xiao Yu lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his thin lips were pursed.

He still remembers that when his father died, it was also a cold winter, and white mourning flags were hung all over the capital. That night, in front of his father's spirit, he was ordered to inherit the throne, and in a blink of an eye, it has been ten years.

Ten years can change many, many things.

Perhaps, those things and those people have not been changed, but they did not understand and see clearly at that time.

Xiao Yu sighed and walked into the main hall.

Xiao Changrui is his younger brother, but if you want to say how much affection there is, it can't be counted, after all, the family affection of the emperor's family has always been very shallow. However, Xiao Yu has always respected Wei Mingzhu's mother, knowing that she loves her young son, Xiao Yu has not bothered much about Xiao Changrui's illness. Of course, this is all within his means.

He has regrets about Xiao Changrui's death, but if he wants to blame himself or something, it will be completely gone, and letting Wei Mingzhu handle the funeral in the palace is already the ultimate that Xiao Yu can do.

The small red sandalwood black gold lacquer coffin was placed in the middle of the main hall, and the palace attendants in the hall knelt quietly in front of Xiao Changrui's spirit, and Wei Mingzhu lay on the edge of Xiao Changrui's black coffin, mourning and wailing.

This is a mother, Xiao Yu sighed weakly in her heart.

He stepped forward and wanted to help her up, but Wei Mingzhu slapped his hand away at once.

Xiao Yu's hand fell into the air, and his face was still calm.

He knew that Wei Mingzhu was blaming him and blaming him for failing to protect Xiao Changrui. In her eyes, Changrui is his responsibility.

Xiao Yu noticed that Wei Mingzhu seemed to be still wearing the clothes he had met last time, his hair had not been tidied up, and his eyes were even more red and swollen. I haven't seen it for a few days, but it seems to have added ten years of life, and I have completely lost the grace of the past.

"Queen Mother, please mourn." Xiao Yu spoke lightly, his voice was calm, revealing a coldness, "Chang Rui has already gone, if he sees his mother like this, he will definitely not be at ease." ”

"Smack!" Wei Mingzhu raised his hand and slapped Xiao Yu in the face.

Peace?

Her Changrui is still so young, how can she walk with peace of mind. He should have had a good life, but it was because the person in front of him took away his hope in life.

Xu is body is too weak, Wei Mingzhu's slap, Xiao Yu didn't feel pain at all. However, because of her next move, Xiao Yu's face suddenly turned cold.

Wei Mingzhu almost frantically pounced on Xiao Yu, pinched Xiao Yu's arm with both hands, and his red and swollen eyes were dyed with strong hatred.

Why didn't Xiao Yu die, but her son!

God, why are you so unfair!

took everything from her, put her in this cage-like deep palace, and in the end, even her only hope was to be taken away!

"Queen Mother, you hate me?"

Xiao Yu knew that when it came to Xiao Changrui, Wei Mingzhu was very paranoid. However, if you calculate it seriously, Xiao Changrui's death was not his handiwork, and Xiao Yu really couldn't figure out why Wei Mingzhu hated him so much.

"Heh-" The hatred in Wei Mingzhu's eyes was undiminished, and the intense fire only wanted to burn Xiao Yu throughout.

"Why?" Xiao Yu twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Haven't I done well enough?" Mother, what do I need to make you satisfied! ”