In the middle of the night, Zi'an tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Since she came to the ancient times, she has always been sleep-deprived and busy.
But now that things are slowly getting back on track, she has started to suffer from insomnia.
The memories of the original owner, Xia Zian, always flooded into her mind late at night, mixed with her hatred.
There is a sound outside the window.
She jumped up.
Nanny Yang has not returned from the palace yet, and Xiaosun is serving in her mother's room. Boss Dao will not enter the inner room without her permission, let alone come to the door of her room.
"Who?" Zi'an asked vigilantly.
"You can open the door, or I will knock on it." A deep and low voice came from outside the window.
Zian was startled. It was him? What was he doing here so late at night? Did something happen
Zi'an hurriedly opened the door and took a step back. Before she could stand still, a dark shadow covered her. She was drawn into a huge embrace. The smell of alcohol hit her nose, accompanied by his heavy and suppressed breathing.
"What happened? Have you been drinking?" Zi'an was startled. He had never seen him like this before. What happened
"Don't ask, don't talk!" He breathed heavily with the smell of alcohol right above her head, his voice still carrying an indescribable sense of depression.
Zi'an guessed that something must have happened.
She didn't ask any more questions, but put her arms around him, buried her head in his chest, and endured it silently.
His breathing was rapid and his whole body was filled with sadness. Even if he said nothing, Zian could still feel that he was immersed in sadness.
She was very panicked, indescribably panicked. There had been so many disputes and conflicts surrounding them recently, and something happened almost every day.
She really couldn't imagine what could have nearly driven him to collapse.
After a long time, he let her go.
Zi'an looked at his face, which was very haggard, with dry lips and a lifeless appearance.
"Let me pour you a glass of water!" Zi'an turned around and poured him a glass of water. The water was already cold, but he drank it in one breath.
He held the cup and sat down, looking at her, and said without thinking, "The woman who was once the best to this king is dead."
Zi'an was shocked. Could it be that he was talking about Rou'er
She felt sorry for him, but she couldn't think of any words to comfort him, so she could only say, "My condolences. The dead cannot be brought back to life."
Murong Jie leaned back in his chair and adjusted himself to the most comfortable position. "Go to sleep. I want to be quiet here for a while."
The Regent's Palace had suffocated him and he had to flee.
"I'll sit with you." Zi'an said. He must love that girl named Rou'er very much, right? Although he felt a little sad, their marriage was never decided by him, and he never expressed his love for her. Before, they could only be described as getting along well.
She didn't know before that he liked this girl Rou'er so much. If she had known, perhaps she would have restrained herself a little.
Sadness flowed out in the silent atmosphere, with an indescribable sorrow. Both of them were silent. Murong Jie closed his eyes, but Zian knew that he was not asleep because his eyelashes were still trembling.
The veins on his forehead were throbbing, showing that his mind was racing. Also, his headache must have come back because he kept frowning subconsciously.
Zi'an walked over, rubbed his brow with his hand, and said softly: "Relax, everything will be fine."
The slightly warm fingers rubbed from his brow to his temple, and then pressed down from his temple to his forehead. Under his fingers, his expression gradually relaxed.
After a long time, he held her hand and asked her to come to him. His eyes were heavy with pain and his voice was broken. "Zi'an, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you must think of survival as your biggest concern."
Zi'an nodded, "I know, everything I do now is just to live a good life."
"No matter whether you can live well or not, you must live first. Only when you are alive can there be hope." Murong Jie emphasized.
"Hmm!" Zi'an reached out and touched his face, feeling a flash of shock and pain in his heart. It seemed that the dead person was really important to him.
"Take a nap, okay?" Zi'an asked softly.
Murong Jie looked at her and finally nodded slowly, "Okay!"
Just like in the house outside Beijing, the two of them slept in the same bed.
Her hand was always in his, and their breathing sounds were almost in sync.
"The King is fine!"
After a long silence, Murong Jie suddenly spoke.
Zi'an turned his head to look at him. His face looked particularly cold in the dim light. "Some things are hard to accept, but you have to accept them because you will know that the grief in front of you is actually nothing. There are more tragedies waiting for you that are beyond your imagination. The greatest tragedy in the world is that you are betrayed or hurt by the people closest to you."
"To a certain extent, I am the same as you." Zi'an said, looking at the ceiling of the tent.
"You want to say we are in the same boat? That word itself is pathetic."
Zi'an was silent for a while, then said: "Yes, it is very sad, but we have to accept it."
"Aunt Sizhu is dead. She poisoned her master for my sake, and was given a promotion by her master." Murong Jie said quietly, his voice filled with unspeakable grief. "The saddest thing about this incident is that Aunt Sizhu wanted to kill my mother in order to prevent her from hurting me."
Zi'an was shocked. He was talking about Aunt Sizhu? She remembered that woman, who had always stood beside the noble concubine and never said anything.
died
She actually wanted to poison the noble concubine? She was actually loyal? I always thought she was a traitor.
That means he is not sad for Rouer tonight
"What are you laughing at?" Murong Jie suddenly asked angrily.
Zi'an was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his hand to pull down the corners of his slightly raised mouth, and rubbed his face vigorously, "Are you laughing? No, I always look like this when I want to cry. I feel bad for you. Aunt Sizhu must love you very much."
"I saw it. You were laughing just now." Murong Jie stared at her, looking very angry.
Zi'an shook his head in denial, "Impossible, how could I laugh when you told me such a sad thing? I'm too sad to even begin with."
"I am not blind." Murong Jie sat up, lifted the quilt and was about to leave. He saw Xia Zian laughing, which made him feel humiliated and angry.
Zi'an reached out and held him, saying angrily, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just... I just couldn't control myself. I didn't even realize I was laughing."
"You mean, when you heard that Aunt Sizhu had died, you couldn't help laughing?" Murong Jie couldn't believe his ears, and his fondness for her instantly turned into rage.
Zi'an stammered, "No, I thought, I didn't know at first that it was Aunt Sizhu who died. I thought it was your beloved. You said that the woman who treated you best died."
He looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean by lover? When did I have a lover?"
"Rou'er!" Zi'an twisted the quilt, "Didn't you bring me her clothes before?"
Murong Jie looked at her, "You mean, you just heard that I don't have anyone in mind, so you laughed?"
(End of this chapter)