The last rain at the end of May was drizzling.

Zhou Yanqing accompanied the prince in the imperial tomb palace for a long time, but the prince still couldn't recognize her. Sometimes when he returned to his youth, he asked her where Xiaojiu was and where the rest were. Sometimes when he returned to the Jiulong battle for the throne, he urged the people around him to protect Xiaojiu and escape quickly.

In the eyes of the prince, she was just a person who looked very similar to Xiaojiu.

The prince's madness, even if Zhou Yanqing had the experience of the previous life, was enough to be well-informed, but he was helpless.

That afternoon, "Your Highness, can we go back to the palace together?"

She helped the prince to comb his long hair. After raising it for so long, the prince, who was skinny and bone-like, finally grew some flesh, and his handsomeness gradually emerged.

Today's prince is the thirteen-year-old prince. His memories go back to the year he first met Xiaojiu.

He held his arms and shrank into a ball: "Return to the palace? But Yueyue doesn't want to be the prince, and Yueyue doesn't want to be the emperor."

He looked pitiful.

"The emperors of all generations have been in such a miserable life. They are unhappy and are increasingly reluctant to go back there."

Zhou Yanqing touched his head: "But Your Highness Nine wants to go back to the palace. Your Highness Nine can't bear to leave the prince. Is the prince willing to leave the prince? "

The prince bit his lip: "Xiaojiu... Then, I will go back with you. I want to see Xiaojiu. Speaking of which... are you Xiaojiu's relatives? Are you from the Rong family? You and Xiaojiu look like you!"

Zhou Yanqing laughed.

When the fourth prince Zhou Yun came, he saw the prince pestering Zhou Yanqing and asking questions. He stood by the door and looked at the young prince before, thinking about the gentle and childish prince before, and looked at the crazy person now. Time seemed like water, and it was already years.

He suddenly laughed.

Zhou Yanqing looked back at Zhou Yun. Maybe she had spent the initial heart-wrenching period, and she had calmed down a lot recently.

"Fourth brother, when I return to the palace, I will ask Jiang Jianchen to help you see."

In that disaster that year, some people died and some people went crazy, while Zhou Yun was infected with a strange poison, and even the blood in his body had turned purple and black.

Even though he is still alive, he looks inferior to a normal person, except for being weak, but he is actually quite weak, and he looks calm on the surface.

Zhou Yun responded, "Okay", then pushed a wheelchair and carried the prince into the wheelchair.

The prince's knee was completely shattered, his lumbar spine was broken, and his lower body was paralyzed. This disability was also caused by that year.

The old eunuch Wanfu served the prince for many years, so naturally he followed him wherever the prince left. But when he heard that Zhou Yanqing wanted to take the prince back to the palace, the old eunuch hesitated for a while.

"…Your Highness Ninth, is this really feasible?"

After the accident happened that year, His Highness Ninth sent the prince to the imperial tomb. Wan Fu knew that His Highness Ninth had his intention, but he had never figured it out over the years.

Zhou Yanqing lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "So many people died back then, but the prince's brother was alive, not like the second and third brothers... Do you know why this is good?"

Wanfu was stunned.

Zhou Yanqing looked away with regret: "What those 'gods' want is nothing more than using pain as nourishment to catalyze a seed with the darkness of the world, so emperors of all dynasties are not as good as death. That man left the prince's life on a whim, and it was also to remind me anytime and anywhere in the days to come."

She sent the prince to the imperial tomb back then because, as that man thought, as soon as she saw the prince, she would recall the lingering past.
Chapter completed!