Having said this, Xie Lun paused and then said: "I heard that His Highness is fluent in Chinese, so once he is bitten by a snake, he will be afraid of well ropes for ten years. What does it mean? His Highness should know it, right?"
The Third Highness nodded silently.
"It's just that if the eldest prince and the second prince come to power in the future, Dali will probably feel uneasy. And according to Prince Ning's emphasis on southern Xinjiang, Dali will definitely not be able to bear this kind of uneasiness for a long time. So if On the day when Tubo really had a country without a general, it was Dali's helpless move," Xie Lun continued, looking at the frowning eyebrows of the third prince, while he changed the topic lightly, "By the way, a few days ago, General Zhao and I are discussing the matter of welcoming the princess back to Dali. I am afraid that the princess will not be able to finish the tonic sent by the third prince and will leave for Dali. "
"She...she wants to go back to Dali?" The third prince suddenly raised his head, stared at Xie Lun with wide eyes, and asked hurriedly, "Sister Yin came to Tibet for marriage, and she is already a native of Tibet. Why? Can you just go back? I don’t agree!”
"Why don't you agree? Doesn't the Third Highness care about Princess Heshuo very much?" Xie Lun glanced at the dazzling array of supplements on the soft couch and the really funny cotton robe, and raised his lips sarcastically, "Why, Your Highness?" Don’t you want to think about the princess’ future?”
The third prince's lips trembled, but he didn't say what he wanted to say.
"The Empress of Tubo is critically ill, and it is unknown whether she can survive the new year. When the time comes, whether His Highness or His Highness becomes the new monarch, do you think the new empress will let the princess go? In the past, they were just jealous of the princess's youth and beauty. In the future, it will be personal grudges and national hatred. What methods do you think they will use to torture the princess?" Xie Lun said solemnly, his face was solemn and his voice was cold, "Your Highness still thinks that the princess is living her life in Tubo? It’s really comfortable and comfortable, so there’s no need to go back to Dali? Or maybe His Highness doesn’t care about the princess’s life at all?”
"I'm not!" The third prince suddenly stood up and roared in a rough voice. As soon as he roared, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He slowly squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and spoke again. When she said it, she was already sobbing, "I can see the suffering she has suffered for so many years. I really feel sorry for her, and I hate that vicious woman, but what can I do? I can only do it secretly. I have to go out to see her, and I even have to use this coarse linen to make a cotton robe to avoid being seen... I am so useless! I am such a loser!"
Xie Lun didn't say anything, just watched the third prince squatting awkwardly with his head in his hands.
"I actually don't like Chinese. Chinese is difficult to pronounce and difficult to learn. But for her, I am willing to learn it. I study late into the night every day, all for her, so that she can look at me one more time! I can talk to her. I’ll say a word and a half more!”
"Since that year, when I first saw her getting off the sedan chair, I had her in my heart. I was only eight years old at that time," the third prince sobbed, tears flowing down his fingers, "I thought she was Jiutian. When the fairy comes to earth, she is regarded as the most holy snow lotus, but those...those beasts humiliate her so much. It's not that I don't hate her, but what can I do? I have nothing, no skill, no power, not even age. …”
The third prince cried and beat his head desperately: "I know her life is miserable, and Tubo is a hell on earth for her, but... But I just don't want to let her go! I can't let her go even if I die!"