He was named a prince alone, never had contact with the outside world, and alone occupied the northwest and controlled one-third of the military power in the world.

However, it seems so incompatible with the royal family......

"What a person with such a story......"

Ye Qingli held her chin with both hands, raised her head, and looked at him curiously.

can peel off all the fog on this man's body.

It's sure to be a special sense of accomplishment.

"Am I ......?"

Jun Aohan was stunned for a moment.

"I don't really have a ...... story"

"This name was given to me by my mother."

"My dad died for as long as I can remember. It is said that he died to save the emperor. Then, the emperor bestowed the title of a prince. I am his only son, and as a matter of course, I will inherit it. ”

"It's not reasonable......"

Ye Qingli began to scratch her head.

Although she doesn't know that much about history, it's generally like this.

No matter how great the merit is, since he is dead, he can solve it by giving a title.

You must know that a hereditary prince's throne is very precious, and it will not be given at will!

"What kind of person is your mother?"

She asked cautiously.

"My mother, ......"

Jun Aohan suddenly found that his memories of his mother and concubine had become a little blurry.

"When I was young, we were orphans and widows, and no one cared for us. It's my mother who is taking care of me. Especially when I had a cold attack. At that time, I didn't know any doctors, and these quacks in Fengyi City couldn't cure my illness. Whenever the cold poison attacked, my mother would hold me in her arms......"

Jun Aohan's face was filled with a look of memory.

"Only in her arms can I feel warmth."

"When I was twelve years old, my mother suddenly said that she was leaving me. At that time, I was scared and kept crying. My mother smiled and comforted me. Until midnight, the concubine did her usual laundry, cooking, eating, ......"

"I thought she was just joking with me. As a result, at midnight, she sat on the bed and walked away quietly. ”

His voice was calm.

But Ye Qingli can still feel it.

What kind of deep sorrow is hidden in this man's calm words.

That was when he was a teenager.

The most important person in his life left him.

Ye Qingli gently pressed her cheek against his chest.

With his own body temperature, he comforted him.

"So, you know what, how terrified I was when I saw you injured and unconscious."

"Because, I can't afford to have the most important person in my life leave me."

"What happened to you?"

"The mother passed away like that. At that time, I was terrified. Because at that time, I was just a sick seedling. Lying in bed crookedly every day. In the palace, there are no minions, no stewards, nothing. I'm afraid that in two days I'll starve to death, and then I'll be a corpse until I stink, and then I'll be found......"

In his flat voice.

There is a kind of helpless sadness hidden.

Ye Qingli held his hand.

She had a feeling of empathy.

The nose couldn't help but sour.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to say it.