Yundong paused. Su Qingyi's injury hadn't fully healed yet, but the sword he blocked at the Jinluan Palace that day missed his heart by half an inch. The imperial doctor said that she needed to rest for a hundred days, but this girl was restless. She made soup and delivered medicine every day. The light in her eyes was very much like when we first met under the plum tree in the House of the Minister of Household Affairs. She was wearing a moon-white coat and skirt, holding a red plum in her hand, and her smile could warm even the snow. It's just that now there's a little more cautious pain in the light, especially when looking at his right hand.
"I know." He responded, took two steps forward and then turned back, "Tell the princess, don't stay up too late, your health is the most important thing."
The maid was stunned for a moment and kowtowed quickly to thank her. Director Yun looked at her back, and his heart moved unconsciously - the girl's heart was full of joy that "the princess finally got a few soft words from the regent", as pure as the snow in the north. He suddenly withdrew his strength, his temples twitched, and the auditory hallucinations began again. Countless small voices were shouting in his ears: "Kill him, he is a monster", "The regent is about to usurp the throne", "My child is still in Jiangnan, please have mercy"...
He held onto the pillar to relax, and pinched the tiger's mouth with his left hand. The pain made his confused consciousness clearer. Ever since the emperor's obsession with power was swallowed up and the third level of the heart mirror was awakened, this auditory hallucination has not stopped. The obsessions that he absorbed were like countless venomous snakes burrowing in his mind. Sometimes it was the resentment of the third prince before his death, sometimes it was Su Waner's jealousy, and the most irritating thing was the lamentation of the late emperor's brother, who shouted "unjust" in his dreams all night long.
