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Chapter 379: Chapter 378: Yun Dyeing the Moon, the Seventh Prince of Beiyan
Several princes were talked to by Northern Yanhuang in turn, and the last one was Yan Qi.

In the dark night, there was light rain and occasional lightning flashes, illuminating a snow-white figure on the Imperial Palace Road, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

Holding an umbrella, he walked slowly on the wet ground in clean white boots, and the corners of his snow-white clothes fluttered with the night wind, drawing a beautiful arc.

Even a back view is pleasing to the eye, and the palace people passing by can't help but take a look, when did such a unparalleled person come to the palace, just like the painter who came out of the splashed ink painting Same.

When they caught a glimpse of the face under the umbrella, it turned all living beings upside down, and it was breathtaking.

At the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, many palace eunuchs were guarding. They all lowered their heads and bowed deeply, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the rest of Emperor Bei Yan in the hall.

The quiet palace, the dull atmosphere, and the light rain dripping in the night made people feel extra depressing.

Yan Qi walked to the entrance of the hall, the surrounding palace people still bowed their heads and bowed their heads, without making any sound.

The door of the palace was opened, and when Yan Gui came out, he was the last one called to talk.

When he saw Yan Qi at the gate of the hall, his pupils shrank slightly, and he lowered his eyes and called softly: "Brother Qi Huang."

"Ah."

Yan Qi made a nasal sound, and when he handed the umbrella to Yan Gui, "It's raining, be careful of the rain."

The cool voice, like the evening wind stained with rain, is slightly cool.

When Yan returned, he hesitated and took it: "Thank you, Brother Seventh Emperor."

An elderly father-in-law in the palace came out: "Seventh prince, next one." When he looked up and saw Yan Qi's face clearly, he was startled for a moment, the corners of his lips trembled in disbelief, he lowered his head again, holding back his eyes. The turbulent sea: "Seventh Prince, you should be next."

Yan Qi didn't say much, and went straight into the hall.

Eunuch Li couldn't help turning his head to look at Yan Qi's back, how did that face look so similar to that princess's!

In the hall, various medicinal smells are mixed, and there is also burning incense for calming the nerves. The mixture of various smells is very pungent.

The Emperor of Northern Yan was caused by the sudden death of the crown prince in Dajin, and the defeat of Beiyan and Dajin in the battle.

Over the years, his health has been getting worse and worse, and he is already terminally ill. He has taken all kinds of medicines, but they are of no avail.

Pushing open the door of the sleeping hall, the light in the hall is a little dim, making people feel more gloomy.

There are no palace people in the hall, only Yancheng is lying on the dragon bed, surrounded by bright yellow veils.

Hearing the sound of the palace door, Yan Cheng opened his cloudy and tired old eyes, and saw a figure approaching the bed, he closed his eyes slowly again, and said weakly: "I have nothing to say to you, you go back."

From the indifferent tone, it can be heard that Yancheng has no affection for this son.

Yan Qi didn't leave, but stood in front of the bed, separated by several layers of thin veils, her voice was also indifferent and cold: "I haven't seen each other for more than 20 years, don't father want to take a look at Erchen? If you miss this opportunity, father Huang Ke will never have another chance."

Yan Qi pushed aside layers of veils, and a few strands of light shone into the bed, adding a bit of light, Yan Cheng's gray complexion was approaching its end.

He slowly opened his eyes, intending to take a look at the son whom he had never met for more than 20 years.

When his turbid eyes fell on Yan Qi's face, his pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his upper body in shock, and said in amazement: "Who are you?!"

Yan Qi mocked lightly: "I haven't seen each other for more than 20 years, it seems that my father is really not familiar with my face."

The face in front of him made Yancheng's memory surge instantly, and the name that had been buried in his heart for more than 20 years also came back to his mind.

Yancheng's flustered eyes were frightened: "You, what is your relationship with Qi Yunzhuo?"

He replied: "Mother-child relationship."

He is Yan Qi, and also Yun Ranyue, the master of the Great Jin Dynasty.

This magnificent skeleton is most similar to Qi Yunzhuo.

Yancheng was already sweating profusely in shock: "Then what about your father? Jingru or Zhen?!"

Jingru is Emperor Hongyuan.

Yun Ranyue raised her eyes, silently: "Of course it's you."

Yancheng was shocked: "Then why did you grow up beside Yunxi? Where is Qi Yunzhuo? Where is she now? When were you sent to the palace?"

The son he hadn't seen for more than 20 years turned out to be born to him and Qi Yunzhuo, but why did he grow up next to Yunxi?What happened that year?
Yancheng wanted to know these answers urgently.

Yun Ranyue replied: "My mother passed away when I was born. For the answers to these questions, you can ask her on Huangquan Road."

Yancheng lay upright on the bed as if all his strength had been sucked out, his eyes were dull and empty looking at the top of the bed, "She, is she already dead, she is actually dead."

Recalling that stunning woman, tears overflowed from the corners of Yancheng's eyes, he didn't know whether it was remorse or heartache, he sobbed bitterly.

"I thought she would have a good life with Jingru, and Jingru would treat her well. I didn't expect her to have my child when she followed Jingru."

The corner of Yun Ranyue's mouth curled into sarcasm: "So, do you regret it now? Regret that you gave her to Jing Ru and let her be imprisoned by Jing Ru."

"Back then, she and Jiangshan, you chose Jiangshan in the end."

Without his mother's contribution, how could he have sat on the throne as he wished.

"For more than 20 years, have you sat on this dragon chair with peace of mind?"

These words completely broke through Yancheng's defense line, he covered his head and cried in pain: "I know I was wrong, I am sorry for Zhuo'er."

These years, when he dreams back at midnight, he always thinks of Qi Yunzhuo, and the beauty of the two of them before, but he is also an ambitious person, and he also likes the power of the country, so he has to give up her.

"Zhuo'er, I was wrong back then, please forgive me."

He turned his head to look at Yun Ranyue, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to hold him, but Yun Ranyue took a step back and avoided it.

Yancheng's hands hang down on the bedside, with remorse in his eyes: "I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you, but before I die, I still want your forgiveness."

Yun Ranyue seemed to hear a joke: "Do you think it's possible? You have done so many things that are sorry to your mother, and you want to write it off with a single 'sorry'?"

His current remorse is worthless to Yun Ranyue.

Yancheng lowered his lips, and finally did not utter the words of repentance.

He asked: "Did you come to see me tonight because you wanted to tell me these things?"

"Of course not," Yun Ranyue raised the corners of her lips calmly: "You have to settle the blood debt you owe to your mother, and you have to settle the debt of Feng Yao back then."

"Feng Yao."

This name also makes Yancheng long-lost. The girl who saved his life, I heard, also died in Dajin later.

Yun Ranyue's eyes were cold: "Back then you used me to threaten her and let her marry Jing Yuanzhao, but you were greedy for those ten cities in Dajin. She saved your life back then, but you sacrificed your life for the sake of profit. She, let her die in Dajin in the end."

(End of this chapter)