C321 (1/2)

Ye Lianhe liked to see the radiance in his father's eyes when he spoke of the world. He smiled and nodded before sitting on his father's arm, rubbing against Ye Mingchen's rough cheeks.

Ye Ming Chen thought that he didn't sleep well and acted like a spoiled child. He nodded his head and smiled, ”Child, Father still has matters to attend to. Why don't you go to the garden later to practice your sword skills? ”

Ye Lianhe stuck out his tongue shamelessly and rubbed his rough palms against each other as he said, ”Alright, then He'er will go practice the sword first.” royal father is about to come over. ”

After watching Ye Mingchen leave, Ye Lianhe called the wet nurse, Lu Zhu, and softly said, ”Today is mother's day of sacrifice. I want to go to the buddhist hall and pay my respects.”

His father had always avoided talking about his mother and had never allowed him to worship. Therefore, everything had to be done secretly.

After Lu Zhu heard what the little mistress was thinking, she was so frightened that her hands and feet became cold. ”No, no! The Prince specially instructed us not to go to the back courtyard's Buddhist hall! ”

Noticing that Lu Zhu had not made a move, Ye Lianhe berated her, ”What? Can't I control you? ”

It was a secret that Nightingale's mother died of exhaustion after giving birth to Nightingale's mother, so her father could not bear the blow and seal off all news regarding her mother. He had also brought Nightingale with him, so she never knew what had really happened to her.

And he didn't know much about his mother either.

”Or, for that matter, wait for me to forget her one day. You won't stop it? ” Ye Lianhe sneered.

”Pei pei pei, quickly touch the wood.” Lu Zhu turned pale with fright as she hastily placed her hand on the wooden chair. ”Your Highness, what are you saying? If you want Madam to listen, how sad would you be?”

Because of her own anger, Lu Zhu had complained to Ye Lianhe over and over again, hoping that she would remember her own mother's kindness. ”Madam, you risked your life to give birth to your son, and even before you died, you were still muttering about how you looked when you grew up. You mustn't forget her!”

Leaning against Lu Zhu's bosom, Ye Lianhe listened to her rambling and gentle speech, as well as the warm feeling behind her back. He gradually returned to his senses, taking advantage of the night when Lianhe wasn't paying attention to secretly run out, ”Aunt, don't worry. I won't forget anything.”

It was precisely because he had engraved this in his heart that he always wanted to get closer to her.

”Everyone thinks I'm like a mother, right? I will not forget her. ”

Ye Lianhe lowered his head to touch the yellow chicken-oil pendant around his neck before turning around and rushing out.

Lu Zhu couldn't stop her but was afraid that she would fall, so she chased after her and shouted, ”Prince, slow down! Your highness is currently in the Imperial Heart's Cave in front of the Buddhist Hall! ”

After Ye Lianhe ascended to the throne, the Guangling Residence reformed once again. That year, when Ye Mingchen died, the Guangling Residence received a huge blow. A big fire had burnt everything down.

The Heart Mansion was deep within the mansion. When he returned to his dreamland, he discovered the hidden secrets within it. He followed his own footsteps as he carefully observed the scenery along the way. Indeed, he found poisonous flowers that could induce Gu worms on an unremarkable path deep in the garden.

Night Lianhe walked around the wall, carrying his skirt, and entered the garden. He walked deeper into the grass path that had just sprouted, and at the end of the path was the Cinnabar Temple.

The door to the Heart Mansion was wide open. The usually carefree young woman had been sent off to who knows where. The large courtyard was so silent that it was absolutely terrifying.

He tiptoed to the door and quietly opened it a crack, hoping to see what was inside. Ye Mingchen was still his usual self, but his pair of peach blossom eyes were terrifyingly cold.

The wrinkled face of the old woman in front of him was devoid of color. ”Get out! Even if you lock me up here, you won't get anything you want!”

At first, the old woman's face was ashen, and her chest rose and fell in anger. Then, a sense of pride as a victor arose in her heart.

She laughed coldly. ”Heh, so what if you're a prince in arms? You're just an ant under the empress dowager. The empress is happy to let you live two more days. If you're unhappy, you won't see tomorrow's sun!”