Murong Mingzhu knew the truth, but she still couldn't help asking, "Xiyin is just a palace maid and doesn't even have a position. Why don't you find a way to save her?"

Ye Zhilan is so powerful, is it difficult for him to save a poor woman?

Ye Zhilan turned to look at Murong Mingzhu and said word by word, "No one can save her, and I can't do it either."

"...Why?" Murong Mingzhu was looked at by him and asked in a daze.

"Some people can't save them, and some things can't be changed, just like... I can't save my mother." Ye Zhilan's gentle voice was covered by peach blossoms and became empty and cold.

Murong Mingzhu looked at him in surprise, his mother?

Ye Zhilan whispered at this moment: "The situation was very dangerous at that time. If Hao'er could not succeed to the throne, she would die. Xiyin chose to commit suicide for Hao'er. After her death, she was posthumously named Xipin, and claimed to be buried with the late emperor and buried in the tomb."

After hearing this, Murong Mingzhu suddenly regretted it, regretting why Ye Zhilan told her these royal secrets.

What secrets are all conspiracies and bloody lives!

Ye Jinghao was the emperor, but his biological mother was forced to commit suicide.

Ye Zhilan was the prince of the emperor, but he couldn't even save a palace maid.

Interests, imperial power, throne... I don’t know how many innocent people have been killed in all dynasties, but these people cannot even tell others the truth.

Murong Mingzhu closed her eyes and exhaled slightly, but her heart was covered with heavy haze.

Suddenly, her face became hot.

Murong Mingzhu opened her eyes, Ye Zhilan stroked her face with one hand, her elegant long eyes as gentle as water.

"Ye Zhilan," she said softly and asked him, "Are you sad?"

Will he blame himself for Xiyin who committed suicide to protect his child, and Ye Jinghao, who was ignorant but had a choice of fate?

"Everyone has his own destiny, but his destiny is never under his control. The only person in my life who is ashamed is not Xiyin or Hao'er."

“…Who is that?”

"It's my sister, Princess Jin'an."

Murong Mingzhu looked at him and asked hesitantly: "Is she your own sister?"

"No, but she is the only person who has given me warmth besides her mother. In the deep palace, the mother was suspicious of her father. In order to avoid suspicion, she could only meet her mother once a year on my birthday. Princess Jin'an is eight years older than me. Her mother is not favored by her father, and she is not valued by her father, but she is very nice to me. Without a mother, I have her. No matter what happens, she protects me. We depend on each other and live carefully in the palace walls... Until my father passed away, I was sent to Youzhou to separate from her. When I left, she secretly left the palace to see me, saying that she would go to Youzhou to see me after she was in the hairpin. That year, she was thirteen years old and I was only five years old."

Looking at Ye Zhilan, she asked, "Then, has she gone to find you?"

"Well," Ye Zhilan smiled and said, "Two years later, she and the hairpin came, but she was not alone, but came with the bride mission."

Sending off a marriage...

Murong Mingzhu was stunned for a moment.

"The emperor's brother named her the Princess of Jin'an. On the day of her expedition, she married Mobei. When she received the order, she only asked the emperor's brother for one thing. On the way to Mobei, she wanted to see me, even if she was at ease."

When Ye Zhilan said this, his eyes gradually became shallower and farther away as the peach blossoms flew...

The wind and sand in Youzhou buried the years.

Princess Jin'an stood in front of him in red clothes and said to him gently, "Lan'er, sister is here to see you."

He looked at her complex and red wedding dress, not knowing what to say.

Princess Jin'an asked him with a smile, "Do you think your sister is beautiful?"

He nodded and said, "Sister is beautiful, she is the most beautiful person Lan'er has ever seen."

Princess Jin'an held his hand and said with a smile, "Sister is leaving, Lan'er, you must live well and live for your sister."

At that time, he didn't know where the chief of Jin'an Chang was going to marry, but he felt a vague pain in his heart.

Under the urging of the wedding official, Princess Jin'an could only let go of him and walked towards the sedan chair step by step. She was so reluctant and so helpless.

The gorgeous red dress and wedding dress are like blood, more like her young and beautiful life, burning wildly and about to be exhausted.

He ran out, grabbed her sleeve, and asked where she was going to marry.

Princess Jin'an Chang did not answer him. She seemed to be able to feel her fate. She said to him calmly through the tassel Huagai, "I have no return date now. If one day you will be free, I will definitely come to see my sister."

The little boy's eyes were firm and made a promise, "Sister, I will definitely go see you when I wait for me, and I will definitely pick you up!"

"Okay," Princess Jin'an, laughed and shed tears, "Sister is waiting for you."

One sentence is waiting for me, one sentence is waiting for you.

I waited for eight years like this.

At the age of fifteen, Ye Zhilan defeated the Shen Kingdom in Youzhou, forcing the Shen Kingdom to withdraw its troops, ceded the twelve states in southern Yunnan, became famous in one battle, and had great power.

But then...

Princess Jin'an Chang, who married far away from Mobei, has been dead for seven years.

She was gentle and weak, and was tortured to death by the brutal Emperor Mobei in the first year of her marriage. She still had flesh and blood in her belly when she died.

Yellow sand burys bones, and Qingchuan shed tears.

Even though he could guide the country and the sun and the moon, he could no longer fulfill his promise and could not take his sister back to his hometown.

This is the only person he has ever felt guilty about in his life.

"...After Princess Jin'an's death, the emperor's brother chose the royal princess and princesses to marry into Mobei. He wanted to exchange peace with marriage for peace and send marriage uninterruptedly until Hao'er ascended the throne. This king reorganized the Youzhou army and stationed troops at the junction of Biyue and Mobei. From then on, he used force to intimidate Mobei and no longer sacrificed the lives of innocent women. Biyue's country does not need to be piled up with beautiful and white bones."

Murong Mingzhu listened to his calm narration and felt her heart crunched. She felt it hurt, and she couldn't say it hurt, maybe it was heartache, maybe it was...

No.

It’s heartache, it’s heartache.

She felt sorry for the Princess Jin'an, and even more so.

The feeling of heartache was like a vine, surrounding her heart, shrinking and tighter, and the tighter it hurts.

If Ye Zhilan didn't say this, she would never know these things.

I wouldn't know that Princess Jin'an buried her bones in the desert, nor that Xiyin sacrificed her son, nor that she wouldn't know that Ye Zhilan's heart was filled with pain...

Murong Mingzhu closed her eyes, shook her head suddenly, took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes calmly, and even said with some cold words from the past: "Do you really have no selfishness at all when you let Ye Jinghao succeed to the throne?"

She was so confused and felt sorry for Ye Zhilan. If she didn't say that, she was afraid that she would hug Ye Zhilan in the next second.
Chapter completed!