If I want to run away from the outer chamber, I will criticize the prince madly and take me into the

Chapter 168 It’s just the way of this world that never gave him a choice.
"Huh? Huaiwei, what did you say?"

She didn't hear what he said clearly, and tilted her head to look at him in confusion. Chu Yan said it was okay, just raised his head, and then inserted his fingers in, interlocking with hers.

"Let's go to Fengyi Palace."

Today is the dust-washing banquet, and the Biyuntai banquet has not yet stopped. All the people serving in the palace are there, so there are not so many people in other places. The two of them arrived at Fengyi Palace without any hindrance.

Fengyi Palace, which was supposed to be a prosperous place in the palace, was only lit by a palace lantern at this time. The light illuminated the words Fengyi Palace. Cui Ying raised her head and took a look. The golden paint on it seemed to have been repainted in recent days. The traced part is still somewhat reflective under the weak light.

Chu Yan's eyes were unclear and he looked away. The palace servants who were ordered to guard Fengyi Palace were a little surprised when they saw Chu Yan.

After all, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince almost never entered the palace during this period. I heard that he was staying with him in the outer room of the mansion outside. When he suddenly saw it, he was still a little unresponsive.

But even though His Highness lived in the palace in the past, he had never been to Fengyi Palace a few times. Except for the annual memorial day of the Queen, he would come to the Buddhist hall of Fengyi Palace and kneel for a whole day. He almost never Set foot here.

Besides, His Majesty will not allow His Highness to come near this place.

"I've met His Highness, but I didn't know His Highness was here late at night, right?"

He was so confused that he dared to ask His Royal Highness what he wanted to do.

It is said that after death, people either reincarnate early and go to the next life and forget all the troubles in this life, or they do all the evil things in this life and are cast into the hell of evil spirits and cannot be reincarnated.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. It's a slave who talks too much. It's a slave who talks too much."

Cui Ying felt that her brain was not working very well today. Otherwise, why couldn't she understand everything Chu Yan said?

With doubts, she followed Chu Yan into the main hall of Fengyi Palace. There was not a trace of dust inside, and the heavy gauze curtains brought a hazy feeling. The last time Emperor Qi held a banquet here, Chu Yan came in, but he didn't take a closer look. .

But Chu Yan felt that a good person like his mother must have been reincarnated long ago and no longer suffered any torture, or she might have gone to bliss, say in the ninth heaven, which would be fine.

Cui Ying took a deep breath and looked at Chu Yan: "The place where mother lives seems to be in the ninth heaven."

However, Chu Yan didn't say much. When the palace man finished begging for mercy and raised his head again, there was no figure of Chu Yan in front of him.

Fengyi Palace is very pure and elegant. Because incense is burned all year round, there is always a faint smell of sandalwood here. White mist ignites and floats out from the Buddhist hall, and the smoke wraps around the palace lanterns lit outside the main hall. Like falling into the clouds.

The nobility cultivated by Tianhuang nobles is unmatched by others. In addition, Chu Yan's reputation is so fierce that others dare not provoke him. The palace man was so frightened by his words that he trembled and knelt down quickly.

It was the first time he entered Fengyi Palace after many years. He had questions about what Emperor Qi wanted to do, so he didn't take a closer look.

The palace man hesitated to speak, but stopped before he finished speaking. Chu Yan pulled Cui Ying up the steps and said in a cold voice: "I am working alone, why do I need to tell you?"

These words were childish. Chu Yan stretched out his hand, covered his lips with his hands and said with a smile, "Well, my mother is in the ninth heaven."

The ornaments and furnishings in Fengyi Palace are the best in the palace. Emperor Qi cares about Zhuang Wenjun. It is the only white moonlight in his life and it is irreplaceable, so he cares so much.

"Huaiwei, where is mother waiting for us?"

Cui Ying is even more confused now. Fengyi Palace looks clean everywhere. Someone must be cleaning it every day, and there are palace guards guarding the entrance of the palace. But when she walked in, she didn't see a palace attendant. Although it is very pure, it seems a little too pure.

She couldn't figure it out, and her eyes were filled with doubts. After hearing her words, Chu Yan's eyes widened slightly, and his hand unconsciously held her tightly. What she asked had nothing to do with him, but it did. own thinking.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he pulled her towards the heavy gauze curtain, stretched out his hand to lift it open: "Mother is waiting for us inside."

He knew and understood what Cui Ying meant. What she wanted to say was that there was absolutely no breath of life here. It looked exquisite and gorgeous, but was lifeless.

Even if Emperor Qi bought the best things in the world for this place, he could not hide the fact that his mother was gone.

Passing through the side door of the main hall is the Buddhist hall in Fengyi Palace. Sandalwood is burning in the incense burner at the door. This is where the sandalwood smell that the two of them smelled when they entered the door came from.

On the wall not far away, there was a portrait hanging. The rice paper was already a little yellow, which showed its age. There was a woman in the portrait, wearing a queen's uniform and a crown. When they looked up, they saw nothing. Her face is unclear.

It was as if it was covered by a layer of clouds that didn't exist.

Chu Yan pulled Cui Ying to kneel on the futon in front of the portrait and smiled: "Mother, my son brought her to see you."

After saying that, he turned to look at Cui Ying: "Yingying, this is mother."

Cui Ying's hand was held by him. She looked up and realized that the mother Chu Yan mentioned was not a real person, but a portrait. Huaiwei's mother had passed away.

"Mother?"

Listening to the girl's confused words, Chu Yan nodded: "Yes, mother, Yingying, this is Gu's mother."

When he said this, Chu Yan's eyes were also filled with a bit of softness. Here were the two women he loved most. His mother would definitely be happy that he had found someone he could hold hands with for the rest of his life.

"Gu's mother passed away in childbirth when she was giving birth to him. Originally, Gu thought that even his mother had abandoned Gu."

Chu Xan knelt there, looking up like Cui Ying. In the past twenty years of his life, this small Buddhist hall had occupied most of his life. When he was punished to kneel, he was also angry. I was puzzled, even resentful.

He hated everyone in this palace, hated Emperor Qi even more, and even hated his mother, why did she abandon him.

In those years, whenever it was his mother's memorial day or his birthday, he would come here and kneel in front of his mother's portrait for a whole day. Emperor Qi said that he was a sinner and a murderer, and that he did not deserve to live in this world.

When he was young, he thought that it would be great if he died. If he died, he would no longer have to be abandoned by everyone, and he would no longer have to endure the resentment of Emperor Qi, and he would be free.

But the wet nurse said that in her mother's heart, he trumped everything, even her life.

'Your Highness, my wife has never complained against you, even though she hates Your Majesty so much. '

This was the only sentence the wet nurse left for him when he went to Dongyi Kingdom. He didn't understand it. If it weren't for the letter before her death and some things about the Zhuang family that he learned from Cao Gong, I'm afraid he won't reconcile with his mother either.

Yingying is right, he is not heartless, nor is he born a bad person. If he can wholeheartedly do good, who would want to be a bad person?
It's just that the world has never given him a choice.

I feel sorry for Huaiwei, I want to start telling a story