The prince was in a trance all day long, and he was deeply in the pain of losing his dear sister. As Mingda said, Taizizhi was too docile and kind and sentimental. Before Cheng Qian was deposed as the crown prince, he was sad and wept; Tai was deposed as the king of Shunyang, and he sighed. Now that his sister, who grew up with him, has passed away, the pain in his heart can be imagined.

With the crown prince, I don't have to be as careful about every word as I did with my father, but I still avoid mentioning Mingda. I sang poems to him, stroked the piano for him, painted for him to comment, or pulled him to play chess. In short, I will not let the prince be idle and sad alone.

"Jingjing, you don't have to accompany the crown prince and the emperor all day long, you see that you have lost weight recently." The prince looked at me with pity. He was still as considerate of me as he always was.

My eyes were red and I almost cried: "This is my duty." Brother Jiu, can I still call you that? Brother Jiu, you must take care of your body, you are the prince of my Datang. There are not many people Jingjing can rely on in this Daxing Palace, and now that Mingda is gone, Jingjing's trusted brother is only the ninth brother. ”

The prince was stunned and shed tears: "In this palace, I have a very close relationship, and now only you are left." I promise you, I will definitely cheer up and work hard to be this prince, this is for the sake of the country, for the people of Liming, for the father, and even more for you. Only in this son can I protect the person I want to protect. ”

Since then, the prince has been as he said, either diligent in reading or busy with political affairs every day, and when there is something he does not understand, he humbly asks for advice.

The father was naturally very relieved to see the prince working so hard, and his face gradually showed a smile that had rarely appeared since Mingda's death.

I still go to the Ganlu Hall every day to serve my father, and in my spare time, I take Yuhan and Yunqing to Linglong Pavilion to tidy up and clean. According to the palace rules of Daxing Palace, Yun Qingyuan was going to go to the tomb of the princess of Zhaoling to guard the tomb for Mingda. I couldn't bear to see her like a flower and always be in front of the ancient Buddha with the green lantern, so I begged my father to give her to me.

We try not to change the layout of the Linglong Pavilion so that it remains the same as it was during Mingda's lifetime. I think all the people who care about Mingda should think the same as me, because Linglong Pavilion has become an important place for us to remember Mingda.

My position in the palace is quietly changing. Those in the palace who tended to be inflammatory, keenly grasped these changes, and began to use various means to curry favor with me. Of course, I was unmoved, and I still felt cold and arrogant. Since Mingda's death, I've been back to the way I used to be. Regardless of who I am now or will be, I am who I am and I do not and do not want to change anything.

I try to keep myself busy, but when I'm alone in the long night, I'm overwhelmed by the endless emptiness and loneliness. I felt weak and powerless, I didn't have the courage to fight against fate, and my arrogance and strength in front of others were just a disguise.

My weakness is known only to mighty, for every endless night is only mighty with me, and I only want mighty to see my weakness and loneliness, because it will not divulge my secrets to others. It is absolutely faithful to me and will not betray me. I always wept at the might, and finally I was tired of crying and fell asleep with it in my arms.