After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 82 The Death of Pearl
After Fan Jiao finished what she had to say, she withdrew and left.

That back figure suddenly became free and easy in Ming Dai's eyes.

On the contrary, the conversation I overheard in the grove that day, and the image of Fan Jiao begging in my impression is gradually fading and disappearing.

Sure enough, people can't just look at the surface.

Ming Dai smiled knowingly.

As for Fan Jiao's words, Ming Dai did not forget them.

Returning to the set with doubts, Ming Dai found that everyone was waiting for her, so she quickly stood within the range of the camera, waiting for the shooting to start——

Princess Mingzhu, who was forced to stay close to the small courtyard, withered like a flower short of water at the fastest speed.

She and the Seventh Prince have cried, begged, and rationally persuaded...all to no avail.

The Seventh Prince seemed to be insane, forcibly imprisoning Princess Mingzhu in his own world, and could not tolerate Mingzhu's departure.

On the day when the Southwest King and the eldest son were beheaded, Mingzhu seemed to have a sense of it. She sat on the swing made for her by the Seventh Prince in the yard, looking at the square sky above her head.

"so cold."

Suddenly, a fox fur hugged her tightly from behind.

It was the Seventh Prince who hugged her through the fox fur, which was thin and thick, like a moat from the sky.

"Mingzhu, I can't live without you."

Mingzhu's body was slightly stiff, and she felt a coolness dripping down her neck and sinking into her collar.

It's Xiaoqi's tears.

Mingzhu raised her thin arm, sighed and patted the back of the Seventh Prince's hand, like an adult comforting a child.

"It will all pass."

I don't know if it's me or the Seventh Prince.

A month later, Mingzhu became seriously ill.

The Seventh Prince outside the small courtyard has already started to gain a firm foothold in the court by helping the emperor eradicate the Southwest Palace, showing his edge.

Although the outside world didn't think well of him, they felt that he was flattered, not upright, let alone the character of a prince.

But none of these could prevent the emperor from relying heavily on the Seventh Prince, and personally handing over the power to the Seventh Prince.

Overnight, the Seventh Prince became the hottest figure in the imperial city, and everyone scrambled to make friends with him.

The Seventh Prince was not happy about this, and he was more concerned about the ill Mingzhu in the small courtyard.

The day I received the news was supposed to be the Shangyuan Winter Banquet.

The Seventh Prince was just joking with his new acquaintance, the daughter of the general, when he got a message that Mingzhu was in bad condition, and rushed back like crazy.

He ran across the streets decorated with lights, his heart could not be infected by any joy, and it was barren.

When he came to the gate of the small courtyard, he hesitated every step of the way, for fear that he would hear bad news when he went in.

But the time for hesitation was not long.

Because he is more afraid of losing the pearl completely than deceiving his ears and stealing the bell.

"Pearl! I'm back!"

The Seventh Prince tried to make Mingzhu run towards him happily as usual.

As a result, when he stepped into the courtyard, what he saw was a group of servants who looked like mourners.

These are his confidants, the people sent to take care of Mingzhu.

"What are you doing with a sad face! Don't you know it's the Shangyuan Festival?"

The Seventh Prince scolded loudly.

Rarely did he lose control of his anger, and everyone in the yard knelt down.

It happened that the doctor came out of the house carrying the medicine box, shaking his head as he walked.

The Seventh Prince's heart skipped a beat.

"doctor……"

The white-haired doctor met the Seventh Prince's mournful gaze and sighed:
"It's already exhausted, let's go in and see her one last time."

The Seventh Prince couldn't believe it, he stumbled and walked through the door, but what he saw was the pearl leaning on the pillow, although his face was pale, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Mingzhu, how are you doing?"

The Seventh Prince wants to scold quack doctors, isn't Mingzhu good?
Only a weak, purposely ignored voice in his heart said, this is a flashback.

……Do not!Will not!

He walked over with light steps, as if stepping heavily would disturb her:
"Mingzhu, are you feeling better? Today is the Lantern Festival, and it's bustling outside. If you can hold on, I'll take you to the Lantern Festival."

Out of fear, the Seventh Prince gave Mingzhu the freedom she wanted most.

Mingzhu didn't look at him.

Instead, he walked past him and looked outside the house.

"Shangyuan Festival, that's great. I still remember the first lantern my father bought for me. It was a little rabbit with red eyes, so cute."

"Pearl..."

"Xiaoqi, I know that your father's death is related to you."

This sound was tantamount to thunder on the ground, which made the Seventh Prince stiff in astonishment.

He forced a smile: "Who told you? Did you misunderstand something? It has nothing to do with me."

Mingzhu looked at him fixedly: "Xiao Qi, you never lied to me before."

The Seventh Prince's lips trembled, and his facial muscles trembled violently.

"I won't lie to you now either."

But his voice quietly lowered, and his eyes unconsciously avoided, not daring to look into her eyes.

Mingzhu's fingers on the brocade quilt moved, and she raised her hand to caress his cheek, but when she was about to touch it, she backed away.

Snapped.

The Seventh Prince held Mingzhu's wrist, and pressed her cold palm against his slightly warm cheek.

"..." Mingzhu said, "I want to go out for a walk."

The Seventh Prince didn't dare to refuse, so he put on thick fox fur for her, and carefully protected her out of the yard.

"Can you go further? I'm tired of seeing the scenery here."

The Seventh Prince took her in a carriage to the Peach Blossom Garden that he used to frequent.

Dim yellow lanterns illuminate the bleak garden, with black rocks and dead trees, stagnant water, peach blossoms that are hard to bloom, and deathly silence everywhere.

The Seventh Prince was afraid that she would be disappointed:

"We haven't been here for a long time, and we haven't noticed that this place has changed... Why don't I take you to the Lantern Festival. Now that the excitement has just started, you must have fun when you go."

Mingzhu shook her head lightly, and then took a thin breath.

It seemed that just this movement had exhausted all her strength.

The Seventh Prince held her shoulders tightly, his expression tense: "Mingzhu, are you alright?"

Mingzhu struggled to hold on: "Go and get my pills, it's in the carriage."

The Seventh Prince was about to call for someone, but Mingzhu wanted him to go.

The seventh prince thought that Mingzhu wanted to be alone for a while, so he walked away silently.

Before he could take two steps, the servants standing ten steps away exclaimed.

The Seventh Prince suddenly turned his head, but it was too late.

The fox fur fell from Mingzhu's shoulders, revealing only the thin white dress underneath.

It's not her favorite Yingying Bise, and she hasn't worn a green dress since the day she was imprisoned in the small courtyard.

At this time, a small knife was held in Mingzhu's hand, and it was firmly inserted into the neck——

"Pearl!!"

The seventh prince rushed towards her like crazy, accidentally fell down, and even wanted to crawl towards her.

Mingzhu also fell into the snow, her hand holding the knife did not let go at all.

That unparalleled and stunning face lost its vitality at the fastest speed.

The already snow-white skin was almost transparent, and the rose-like lips also lost their color.

She didn't look at the Seventh Prince, but looked at the gloomy sky.

"Xiaoqi, I'm too tired. I don't want to hate you, but I have to hate you."

Fragmented voices overflowed from the throat, as far away as if they came from another world,
"After I die, bury me with my father, I miss him..."

(End of this chapter)