The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 347 Miyagi Doesn't Sleep Tonight
The carriage was slowly moving towards the palace, occasionally there were a few low neighing sounds from the horses.

Ye Feiwan half-closed her eyes, watching the lantern hanging on the corner of the carriage sway slightly, illuminating the hazy yellow inside the carriage, her eyes also moved accordingly, adding a little tiredness to her eyes.

Not physically tired, but mentally tired.

Perhaps it was the sake that caused the trouble, but she felt as if her heart was being pressed down by a huge boulder, irritated yet uneasy.

"Is Miss Ye always like this?" On the opposite side, Feng Jiucheng, who had closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and asked slowly.

Ye Feiwan was startled: "What does your Highness mean?"

Feng Jiucheng lowered his eyes, and swept past her clenched fist, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes, which was fleeting, he shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just..." Speaking of this , He deliberately paused, and then lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "Only people who can cry out for pain can be pitied, Miss Ye." His voice is clear but has no deep meaning.

Pity...

Ye Feiwan listened to him uttering these two words, her eyes blurred for a moment, her voice was calm: "It's different." She whispered, "His Royal Highness Rui knows, what is the source of being proud of being favored?"

"..." Feng Jiucheng's eyes tightened slightly, the smile on the corners of his lips faded a little, he rubbed his folding fan, and remained silent.

Ye Feiwan answered slowly: "It's 'favor'," she smiled, but that smile was somewhat inexplicably indifferent and lonely, "Not everyone has this blessing."

Qu Yan is Qu Yan, she is her.

Should have understood this earlier.

Feng Jiucheng stared at her for a long time, then said again: "Miss Ye is very different from the rumors." This is the second time he said this.

This time, Ye Feiwan still didn't respond.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the groom said respectfully, "My lord, we're here."

"En." Feng Jiucheng replied in a warm voice, he lifted the car curtain lightly with his folding fan, and wanted to get out of the car.

"Don't bother," Ye Feiwan had already stood up, "Thank you, His Highness King Rui, for today's matter." She said this in a very distant way.

Feng Jiucheng paused for a moment, and then sat back to the original position, eyes downcast: "Please also ask Miss Ye to return to the palace, otherwise it will be bad."

Ye Feiwan knew what Feng Jiucheng meant, but it was just...to make her stop thinking of leaving.

Feng Qing threatened her brother back then, where could she go?

"Your Highness is overthinking." She said coldly.

Then, she got out of the carriage and walked slowly towards the stone steps of the arch bridge at the moat, her figure was straight and her steps were as calm as a lotus.

It wasn't until behind him that there was a whip whip and the sound of the carriage leaving that Ye Feiwan's waist bent down.

Standing by the bridge, she looked at the surface of the moat that was silently covered with mist in the winter night, perhaps because of the severe cold of the night, a thin layer of ice had formed on the river surface in some places.

Ye Feiwan stretched out his hand and placed it gently on his heart.

She thought that she would no longer have any mood swings, that...she already knew that Feng Qing had Qu Yan in her heart, and thought that since she had forgotten the memory of that in-law, she should start over.

But... the heart was full of sourness, which made it difficult for people to breathe.

It's Qu Yan's birthday, so no matter how busy the government affairs are, she still has to spare time to accompany her.

There is also Feng Jiucheng who pretends to be bright and bright, no matter how scheming he is, he can calmly say "pity Qu Yan".

Pity...

Ye Feiwan suddenly lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh, who doesn't want to be pitied?But... who ever took pity on her?How dare she ask for pity from others?

After drinking sake, her lungs were burning like fire. She supported the bridge pillar and stabilized her body.

Tears came out together with bitter water.

Inexplicable tears.

Ye Feiwan wiped away the tears casually, then straightened up, his expression calmed down.

There was a tingling pain in the palm of her hand, she paused, and lowered her eyes, looking at the glimmer of snow on the side, she saw a few small bloodstains on the palm of her hand pinched by nails.

In the end, she hid her hands in her wide sleeves, got up and walked towards the side door beside the palace - here was the entrance that Feng Jiucheng had already prepared.

Not far behind.

The man in the green robe was playing with the folding fan casually in his hands, and his eyes were watching the woman's back as she left.

A woman who hides her emotions tightly in front of him makes people want to pierce her appearance and see what she really is like.

Feng Jiucheng squinted his eyes, hiding the complexities that flashed by, and slowly walked towards the carriage waiting in the distance.

……

When Ye Feiwan walked to the side entrance of the palace, there was a dead silence.

There is no one who has arranged for Feng Jiucheng, and there are no other guards. Even the palace lanterns have been extinguished, and the side door is pitch black, with no light at all.

Ye Feiwan paused, and an inexplicable horror rose in his heart, as if...something was about to happen.

But...it shouldn't be.

It was Qu Yan's birthday, Feng Qing should not have returned to the palace yet.

Thinking of this, her heart barely calmed down, and she quickly walked towards the Jiuhua Palace, entered the gate of the palace, and acted as if everything today had never happened.

But when she turned around the palace gate, suddenly a burst of torches were lit, and the flames suddenly lit up, reflecting the surroundings like daylight.

"Who dares to trespass into the palace..." The chief guard's voice was cold, but he stopped abruptly when he saw the person coming.

He stared blankly at Ye Feiwan, and after a while, his voice sounded like a whisper: "I found it..."

Ye Feiwan frowned, puzzled.

But the chief guard turned around abruptly, and whispered instructions to the people around him.The man took the order and ran away from here quickly.

But after a while, the man came back, followed by countless guards running towards her with torches in their hands and broad knives at their sides, and they easily surrounded her.

Ye Feiwan's heart tightened slightly, and he became more and more anxious.

In the next moment, the Miyagi guards gradually stepped aside to make way.

The man I saw at the gate of Drunken Immortal House before was still wearing the white clothes at this moment, standing at the end of the crowd, the clothes were reflected by the fire like fire, the cold wind rustled his robes, and his black hair was flying in disorder .

The distance was so far that Ye Feiwan couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could only vaguely see that he was not like that lofty emperor, but just a... frightened man.

Then, he slowly walked towards her.

Ben's stunning appearance, but at this moment his forehead is covered with cold sweat, his thin lips are tightly pursed, his lips are pale, and even... When he approached, he found that his white clothes were stained with a large amount of mud and mud from melting snow. Dirty, with a strand of broken hair drooping by the ear, tight in embarrassment.

Ye Feiwan paused: "What happened?" She asked slowly, her voice casual.

"..." Feng Qing didn't say a word, just stared at her for a moment, her eyes turned red.

Ye Feiwan was startled.

Behind him, Gao Feng ran over quickly, also sweating profusely. He glanced at Ye Feiwan and then at Feng Qing. After saluting, he slowly walked up to Ye Feiwan with a sighing voice:
"Miss Ye, if you want to leave the palace in the future, please inform the people around you."

Except for the time when Miss Ye's 'death' came, he had never seen His Majesty... so crazy.

(End of this chapter)