C6 (2/2)

That time, his father didn't hug her, but had his guards pull her away without even giving her a glance.

Mufei was taken away and never returned.

She asked the mama where the mufei had gone. The mama wiped away her tears as she packed her things. ”Wang Ji, this old servant won't be able to serve you in the future. You have to be perfectly fine by yourself.” She wanted to ask where Mammy was going. But it wasn't just Mammy who left. All the maids were gone, and even the people who had been taking care of her were gone.

In the winter and the winter, she was alone in the darkness, holding the infant Arelish in her arms. She was afraid of the dark. She was afraid of the dark, too, but she could not cry because if she cried, then who would try to coax her.

Later, when she was hungry, she went to where the nurse lived, but there was no one there.

As soon as she cried out in hunger, she scooped up the rice soup from the serving maid and gave it to her with a small spoon.

There was only one bowl of rice soup, and once Arelish drank it, she was gone. It was snowing heavily outside. Without the brazier, she held on tightly to her, not daring to let go.

Even so, she went.

One morning, when she was feeding her rice soup, she found that she could not wake up. She knelt down outside the great hall while holding onto Ah Rui. From morning till night, no one could see her father. Later, an old nanny led someone to snatch the baby from her hands, and she stumbled after him. The old nanny scouted out the baby and threw the baby into the fire.

At that moment, she was about to go crazy.

The swaddling child was licked and devoured by the flames. She could almost hear the heart-wrenching cries of Are.

She fainted, and the young woman thought in her dreams how wonderful it would be if she stayed like this forever, never waking up.

But the Heavens were cruel. When she woke up, she was lying in mufei's arms.

A drop of liquid landed on her face. She raised her head and saw that her mufei's beautiful face was covered in blood. The mufei calmly hugged her as she stared at her father.

”Ari is dead. This is your last child.”

Mufei did not speak, not even tears. Wandering Child looked at mufei and then at Abba, why did he not cry? Why don't you shed tears when Ari is dead?

Mufei gently pushed her away and smiled coldly at Abba. ”It's great that he's dead. Our family will be reunited that way.”

You Duan'er wanted to ask what mufei meant, but mufei couldn't say anything because Abba's sword had cut off her head. The mufei's head rolled to her feet and let out a final breath.

She stared at herself in mufei's eyes, her expression ferocious as if she were a demon from hell. When Abba left, he said, ”I won't let you all reunite.” You Duan'er wanted to hug his mufei's head, but was forcibly pressed down to the ground, listening to a man read out her father's imperial edict.

Only now did she realize that she wasn't the third prince of the Myriad Dawn Palace because she was simply a vile child born out of a personal relationship with the mufei. There was also A-Rui. The young A-Rui had even gotten the name of a vile child.

She was stripped of her divine bones, stripped of her divine records, and exiled to the desolate mountain. It had been over three hundred years …

Over the course of more than three hundred years, she had never once forgotten the scene of Ali's burning.

She hated the viciousness of Emperor Chen. She hated Imperial Concubine Yu for her overbearing nature, and she even hated the cruelty of heaven. Imperial Concubine Chaoyu had died, and Rui had died. Why was she the only one left to bear the pain alone?

You Zou'er slowly stood up and walked out of the hall, leaving the busy road behind her. With a slight movement of the bead curtain, her ethereal voice echoed in the air: ”I want to be Wang Ji of the Myriad Temple.”

When he returned to his room, he sat there quietly like a stone statue.

Little Spring came in to pour some water. He couldn't help but feel a bit scared when he saw that her face was ashen like that of a zombie's.

Not long after, the man who was leading the group to see Emperor Chen came up to You Duan'er with a golden book in his hand. Little Spring and a bunch of servants hurriedly kneeled on the ground.

The man didn't seem to find it strange. Instead, his attitude became even more respectful. He slowly opened the golden book and read out the order.

After he finished reading the letter, the man led the group to kneel down and said, ”We welcome Wang Ji's return from her travels.”

Yes, not a recall of exile, but a return from an excursion.

At that time, the Emperor only cared about face, saying that Arelish died early, that Imperial Consort Chaoyu passed away in grief and illness, and that the three kings, Ji Yun, came out to relieve their worries.

Yun Duan, You Duan'er silently muttered these two words in her heart. Yes, Yun Duan was the three princesses of the Myriad Temple, and she was Yun Duan.

When she was exiled, she didn't even want to think about the past anymore. She didn't even want to mention the name. When asked, she would just call herself Wandering. Swimming is not a wandering, but a wandering soul.

Yun Duan stretched out a hand and handed over the golden book with both hands.

”Wang Ji's chambers have been prepared. Please return to the palace.”

”No,” she said.

The official said with a troubled expression, ”This place is not suitable for Wang Ji's etiquette.”

”Then break the etiquette,” Yun Duan said to Little Green. ”From now on, you will stay by my side.”

After all, he was an old man of the palace. Observing the expressions of others was his most basic ability. He ordered several teams of guards to be on alert, sent some smart and capable maids to serve him, and added some flower decorations. After everything was settled, Fang lowered his head and took his leave.