That was a year ago.

Since the queen's son Rong Yutao was named the crown prince by the emperor, Rong Yunhe's mother Song Jinnian has been bent on letting Rong Yunhe take the crown prince. Whenever they meet, Song Jinnian talks the most about reading and literacy.

Rong Yunhe respected his mother in his heart, but he was also very afraid of being controlled, so he found time to sneak out, and once accidentally broke into the cold palace.

He still remembers that the door of the cold palace was blown open by the wind for some reason that day, and he saw a woman sitting there at a glance, as pure as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns, with a beautiful appearance like a beautiful jade, and there was a faint breath of books between her eyebrows.

At that moment, he felt like it was hard to breathe.

Later, he learned that this woman's name was Luoyi, the daughter of the former Jade Guifei and his half-sister. Since he returned, he had lost his soul, but he knew that it was a mess, and he fell ill in a thousand sorrows. When he woke up, he searched for her, and learned that she had died!

He was depressed for a long time, but he also knew that his beloved would not come back. He put all his energy on the battle for the throne, thinking that he would never think about it again, but now when he sees this poem, he evokes memories for no reason, she seems to be still on the other side, but it seems that ten thousand years have passed, and things are not people.

Rong Yunhe's hand gently brushed the scroll, but it suddenly retracted, and his mind gradually became clearer. He doesn't have time for a long time now, and there are more important things waiting for him to do!

His eyes fell on the pearl-decorated treasure box on the table, and his lips were as rosy as rouge, and he smiled knowingly.

In the dead of night, a man in a dark purple shirt quietly left the warehouse, crept through the empty street like a cat, and soon stood at the door of the largest merchant in the capital - Jubao Zhai.

The door of Jubao Zhai was soon opened, and the sound of 'Xi Xi Suosuo' came from inside, and when Rong Yunhe walked out of the gate of Jubao Zhai, he held a note tightly in his hand, on which a few big words were written:

On the seventh day of the eighth month, three o'clock in the morning, the Red Sleeve Garden.

Ten days later.

Prince Rong Yutao sat at the table, and his sharp eyes swept everyone around.

These ministers who were usually eloquent trembled and looked at each other a few times in private, and Zhang Yuan, the most courageous household servant, spoke: "His Royal Highness the Prince, we have already listed all the gifts that we can come up with, I don't know what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is dissatisfied with?"

Rong Yutao snorted coldly, and slammed the paper in his hand on the table: "I'm embarrassed to say, look at what is written! My father doesn't have anything, and he still cares about these jewelry and mundane things?"

The ministers choked, looked at each other, and were silent for a while.

Rong Yutao frowned, a cold star shot out of his eyes, and finally landed on Fu Yin Wu Juenian's body: "Wu Juenian, you don't have the most ideas on weekdays, what good proposals do you have?"

Wu Juenian lowered his head tremblingly: "Minister, minister doesn't know ......"

"I don't know?!" Rong Yutao got up and slapped his palm on the table, and the ministers were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground, "The prince spares his life!

"In that case, what's the use of this prince asking you? Tomorrow I will make a compromise, let my father resign all of you, and go back to your hometown to retire!" Rong Yutao flicked his sleeves and scolded angrily, the ministers kept kowtowing in panic, and for a while, the whole room was full of kowtows.

Behind the screen of the room, a purple figure silently poked its head out, taking in everything in the room