The maid hurried forward, and after a respectful salute, she said to Chu Yan: "The emperor, the concubine let the slave and maid give this to you."
The maid handed over a veil that was rounded up, which seemed to be wrapped in something.
Chu Yan hurriedly took it, and quickly opened the veil. There was a handful of torn pieces of paper inside, and the handwriting on the pieces of paper was exactly what he was familiar with.
He carefully closed the veil, and said to the court lady: "Thank you for me, Mrs. Meng."
After the court lady retreated, he hurriedly took the things back to the royal study room.
It took two full hours before the letter paper filled with handwriting was put together.
Some words have been blurred and can only be guessed by imagination.
She said that she would not go back to Qiyun Mountain or Kyoto again.
He won't show up in front of him again, and won't have anything to do with him again.
She said, let him forget her, and be the emperor of Chu Kingdom.
In life, some destinies are destined.
He is destined to be the emperor, destined to dedicate his life for the common people, and destined to lose freedom.
She said that forgiving her selfishness and unfeeling, she could not give up freedom, dignity, and the life she wanted for a man.
She said that her shoulders were weak and she couldn't bear those heavy burdens.
She said, don't look for her again, their fate was exhausted when he chose to leave Yellow Camel Village.
She also said that they are destined not to be mutually exclusive, so they can only forget each other!
His destined destiny is to hold imperial power and control the life and death of a country.
And her destined destiny is to use those bare hands to heal the sick and to be at ease.
He shook his head, and kept shaking his head: "No, it's impossible. Forget about it? It's absolutely impossible!"
He waved, and the torn pieces of paper fell and flew over the table full of scrolls.
The palace people in the temple knelt on the ground, shivering, and called the emperor to calm down his anger.
But how can the emperor be so angry
After a while, Chu Yan picked up the shredded paper again, and glued it piece by piece again, looking at the handwriting that made him crazy, reading it over and over again, but his heart gradually calmed down.
He will not give up, nor can he give up, so he must think of a way to let her come back by herself and return to his side.
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After Bai Zhi left, Chu Yan had no heartache anymore. His heartache suddenly healed. No matter how he missed the person who left him, he would no longer feel as distressed as before.
He called Doctor Xu for questioning.
"My heartache, why haven't I committed it for a long time."
Doctor Xu said: "Weichen doesn't know what method the white girl used. She gave you the needle twice, and then injected the medicine with a syringe. After that, she left a prescription for the palace staff to feed it daily. At that time, although you were unconscious, but your complexion got better every day, and then the white girl left."
"Before she left, did she leave any words for you?" Chu Yan asked.
Mrs. Xu hurriedly took out a prescription from the medicine box and handed it to Chu Yan. "This is the prescription left by the white girl. It is said to relieve the suffering of the cold, but it cannot be cured. She also said that as long as a cure is found I will return to Beijing and tell the Weichen about the way to get cold."
Chu Yan's eyes lit up, and his heart was secretly happy. He knew that she was not as unfeeling as the letter said, and the love between them was cut off with the ancient gods' blade.
Mr. Xu secretly glanced at the emperor with joy in his eyes, and sighed deeply in his heart. Why did the wall man who had been on the opposite side end up with the result now.
Bai Zhi is not a caged bird and cannot stay in this imperial city, but the emperor is destined to be the emperor from birth.