The moon is faint and the stars are scarce.

The flickering dim candle flame reflects a room.

The definition of the cold palace is to interpret the desolation. And she, Ji Yunyan, has a long life, and she can only be accompanied by desolation---

Teardrops are long in the autumn night, and the sorrow and rain come to Zhaoyang.

Tears are not broken by Jun En, but they are wiped with thousands of lines.

The youth of a voice, the persistence of a lifetime, are all buried in this deep palace, a little blood and tears, haggard and red-faced, but in exchange for the sorrow of Jun En's first judgment.

In the autumn night of countless teardrops, she always asked herself over and over again, what did she do wrong? Why did she have to suffer so much today?

However, there is not much time left, and she knows that this unbearable life is coming to an end, and love and hatred will be buried deeply.

The only thing I can't give up is Qingyuan, her poor and innocent child---

Forced to stand up, Ji Yunyan shouted laboriously: "Qing --- far away---"

"Mother--- "The boy in his teens hurriedly sobbed and leaned to the bedside, "just tell the child something, don't get up." ”

"Qingyuan ---" she heard the sour words, this child is only a few years old, but she must give up her innocent rights, accompany her through the vicissitudes of life, taste all the hardships, precocious and sensible makes her feel distressed, these years, if it weren't for him by her side, she would not have survived ten years ago.

It's all her useless mother, otherwise, today's Qingyuan should be the pride of heaven that everyone holds in their hands, rather than letting others take away everything that belongs to him---

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Child! Will you complain about your mother? ”

"Why did my mother say that? It's not your fault! ”

After he said this, she was slightly relieved: "Qinghuai, that kid ---"

Qingyuan grimaced: "I don't want to mention that mother and son!" ”

"Don't be like this, no matter how much you talk to him, you are a brother---"

"I don't have any brothers!" He interrupted.

Brothers? Hehe? In ridiculous words, who looks at him as a sibling?

"Mother, don't forget, who harmed us so badly, let you bear the trumped-up charges, with grief and humiliation, and spend ten desolate years!"

Her son's unfair accusation provoked the bitter resentment buried in her heart.

Unwilling--- however, what can she do?

"Qingyuan --- promised my mother, to be brave and strong to live, our mother and son are not ashamed of anyone, don't --- let people look down on you---" She was as angry as a gossamer, and the strength of her son's hands was unusually great.

As if realizing something, Qingyuan nodded firmly: "Mother! You can rest assured that the child will live with his head held high and more dignified than anyone else! ”

Hearing this, Ji Yunyan smiled faintly, and that smile was so ethereal that it was elusive.

Her son has always been strong, and she believes that he will have the ability to start his own life.

Love is gone, hatred is gone, tears are gone, this failed life should come to an end---

Letting go, she closed her eyes in reassurance.

Qingyuan on the side didn't cry or scream, as if he already knew that things would happen at this moment, he put back his mother's hand, pulled up the thin quilt and covered his mother's tearful face, at this moment, he swore to himself and his mother that his soul was not far away, one day, he would take justice for himself and his mother who died with grievances!

It was also on this day that he was completely reborn, leaving behind all the sorrows, joys, laughter and tears, and his empty eyes flashed with the cold and cold that did not belong to a ten-year-old child.

The sky was shining brightly, and it was the beginning of another day.

Yan Ran subconsciously hugged the brocade quilt in front of her placket and slowly opened her eyes---

Beside her, the empty, unwarm bed kang, she will always be alone, and the long night will only be accompanied by loneliness.

With a low sigh, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She has become accustomed to this kind of life, day after day, deep and lonely.

Resentment? In fact, no, everything is fate, she is destined not to be loved by her husband, who can blame her?

A light knock on the door came to my ears: "Crown Princess! Are you awake? ”

Putting aside the sluggish mood, Yan Ran said lightly: "Come in!" ”

A delicate-looking palace maid walked in with a basin of hot water in her hand.

She stepped out of bed and asked the maid to freshen up and change her clothes.

"Crown Princess, you are so beautiful." The palace maid combed her with green silk as smooth as black satin, and couldn't help but admire.

"Really?" Yan Ran looked at the rhombic mirror, and a peerless face was reflected in it.

"Yes! The slave dares to say that in the entire palace, there is no one more beautiful than you. Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, the little palace maid emphasized her tone.

This is the truth, not a greeting.

With one hand stroking her beautiful face, she almost said to herself: "What's the use? ”

There is nothing to look at, but you can't find someone to appreciate, who is she for? For whom is it beautiful?

The little palace maid didn't seem to hear it, and said to herself: "So, the slave maid has always been very puzzled, why doesn't His Royal Highness want you, but is willing to risk the felony of murder and concubine Lan to secretly communicate with him?" ”

Is that what everyone thinks of her? A woman abandoned by her husband?

Scold! Oh, yes! What's the use of being a noble status? She's just an abandoned woman after all.

Seeing her unusual silence, the outspoken little palace maid also realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said, and hurriedly knelt down in panic: "The slave should die, please calm the princess's anger!" ”

Spare your life? She is indeed a failed woman, they didn't say anything wrong, what did they spare their lives?

"Get up, I don't blame you."

"Thank you for the grace of the crown princess." The relieved little palace maid kowtowed again and again, and thanked her repeatedly.

However, the more these people are like this, the more embarrassed Yan Ran feels, and the "crown princess" is one after another. Like the sharpest mockery of her, a crown princess without a crown prince, what is there to be proud of?

This false name is just a kind of irony, just like a jade phoenix crown on the table---

When the palace maid combed her hair and was about to put it on, she shook her head lightly: "No need." ”

"But ---"

The little palace maid hesitated.

This is a sign of identity, if she doesn't wear a crown, what if a few eyeless minions offend her?

"It doesn't matter." Let her be willful for a while! She had been docile for so long that she had almost forgotten how to vent her emotions.

Without waiting for the palace maid to say anything more, she got up and walked out.

"The Crown Princess---"

"Don't come along, I want to walk around alone."

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Out of everyone's sight, she walked aimlessly.

Sometimes I think about it, is she too open-minded? Her husband abandoned her for the sake of another woman, and she didn't have any heartbreak other than lingering embarrassment.

Is it because the concept of women's morality instilled in her childhood has trapped her?

The virtue of being a woman tells her that since she is married to Qinghuai, her husband is her heaven, and everything about her, no matter how he wants to treat her, is understandable.

His heart was not in her, which she knew from the beginning, but there was not much sense of loss, and the only thing she thought of was obedience.

Moreover, she has always believed that the way for husband and wife to get along is to respect each other as guests, and she and His Royal Highness have achieved this.

Until the matter between His Royal Highness and Concubine Lan broke out in the palace with an unprecedented impact, which shocked her heart, Yanran never thought that men and women could love so earth-shattering, without hesitation.

This is not what she can imagine with a gentle temperament, maybe because of this, she and His Royal Highness will not be able to arouse the slightest warm emotion like him and Concubine Lan! Such a woman, probably for the rest of her life, will never have the opportunity to comprehend the kind of stormy waves, the heart-wrenching taste---

Caught in her own thoughts, she unconsciously walked into a quiet path, with fallen leaves piling up all over the ground, and it could be seen that few people were moving.

For a moment, she didn't know where she was, a secluded place she hadn't heard of before, and she hadn't set foot in before.

But out of curiosity, she kept walking.

At the end of the winding path is a quiet place.