I opened the letter with trembling hands, and there was only a simple sentence on it.

"Rujun Wu'er:

My mother has lived for so many years and is already content, and the matter of Ruyi entering the palace cannot be changed, and my mother now hopes that my Rujun can be free."

I held the letter to my heart, and wept silently.

Does the so-called freedom mean that the people around me leave me one by one?

Ruyi hurriedly arrived, and when she saw the tragic situation of her mother, she collapsed directly on the ground: "Song Rujun! Why did you hang yourself as soon as you came back?"

"Mother, mother, mother died for me." I knelt down beside my mother's corpse in a trance, trying to engrave the image of my mother into my mind.

"Song Rujun, you are a scourge." Ruyi wiped a handful of tears viciously, and looked at me with eyes that seemed to want to devour me, "Why did my mother die, why didn't you die?"

But I don't want to die, I want to live, I just want to live.

I kept watch before my mother's spirit for seven days, so much so that it seemed as if my soul had gone with her.

Probably the news of the death of his mother stimulated Ruyi, and after the first seven days, Ruyi was connected to the palace by a small sedan chair.

Since then, the grace has continued.

And Pei Shuo, who escaped death, was asked by the emperor what reward he wanted at the Jinluan Palace, and he actually said that he wanted his princess back.

But who doesn't know that I am already the concubine of King Heng, and my second marriage has made me bear countless infamy, if I marry third, just people's spit can drown me.

But at this time, there were rumors in Shangjing that I couldn't get pregnant, and a person who couldn't get pregnant couldn't be a concubine.

I don't have to guess that I know it's Pei Heng's handiwork.

After I was taken back to Hengwang's mansion, my father sent me a letter for the first time, asking me if the rumors were true or false, and this was also the first time I did not reply to my father.

Tongues of fire devour the paper, leaving behind ashes of ashes.

All I care about is like this ember, what else can my father threaten me?

But I didn't expect that even if I didn't want to, there would still be countless pairs of big hands pushing me to keep walking in the direction they wanted.

In the harem, Ruyi and Concubine Zhuang got closer and closer, Pei Heng's power was cut layer after layer, and those ministers who defected to Pei Heng after Pei Shuo's news of martyrdom turned back one after another.

Above the court, it has become Pei Shuo's hall of words.

However, after half a month, Pei Heng was placed under house arrest in the mansion and couldn't even get out.

Pei Heng locked himself in the study every day, and just by getting close to the study, he could smell a strong smell of wine.

I held a bowl of decanting soup, pushed open the door and walked in, Pei Heng sat on the ground with his hair scattered, and when he saw me coming, he just lifted his eyelids and drank the wine by himself.

I pressed the wine jug in Pei Heng's hand: "Don't drink it, prince."

Pei Heng shook off my hand and slammed the flask to the ground: "Pei Shuo is back, are you happy now?" How can the small Hengwang Mansion accommodate Princess Shuo."

"You want to be your princess? I'm telling you, no way! Unless I die, you are dead, and you have to be buried with the name of King Heng's concubine!"

I put down the sobering soup and slapped Pei Heng's face: "The prince is drunk, it's time to wake up."

"Wake up? It's time for me to wake up," Pei Heng was stunned for a moment, and took out two severed hairpins from his arms, "Song Rujun, tell me, what are you doing with this?"

At this moment, I couldn't tell whether Pei Heng was crying or laughing, but the overwhelming sadness almost overwhelmed me.

"I am not as good as Pei Shuo, nor do I have the talent of a prince, nor do I have the ambition to govern the country and the country, I just want to be an idle king, and then marry a woman I love, my life is not too bad."

A tear slipped from the corner of Pei Heng's eyes, and the next second it merged with the wine.

"Song Rujun, I hate you for abandoning me and choosing Pei Shuo, but what are you doing with this broken hairpin! Do you want to tell me that I hate you and Pei Shuo for being a joke for a few years!"

I have been locked in the mezzanine of the makeup, and I never thought that I would be discovered by Pei Heng.

I slowly squatted down, looked at Pei Heng level, and pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying: "What does the prince want to hear?"

I heard that the maid who grew up with me since I was a child was sold to the Qinglou by my father because I was unwilling to marry Pei Shuo, and then died of death.

Still listen to me, a lady who is beautiful, but was forced to learn countless tricks that can't be put on the stage, and even almost tarnished.

Or maybe I listened to my mother hang herself in front of me, just to give me a way to live.

"I smoke incense every day, practice dancing every day, and laugh every day, I don't even dare to sleep too deeply at night, I am afraid that I will say something that I shouldn't say."

Pei Heng was stunned in place, obviously looking at me, but as if he was remembering me.