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  Wang Bao was startled, wasn't this girl asking for death? She missed her mistress, that's understandable, but to openly blame the Fourth Prince for having a new favorite, isn't that making a big deal out of nothing?! "Don't you know that our master is currently not in a convenient position? Meng'niang taking care of her was also necessary, what are you getting angry about, do you think the Fourth Prince needs to get our approval as servants before he can favor someone?"

  Chun Liu hesitated for a moment, then blurted out: "Empress Li has long stopped giving the Fourth Prince medicine, this is an open secret. Even if the Fourth Prince wants to take my life, I will still say it out loud - I don't want to clean up after other women's used things, I'm so angry that I'd like to chop them with an axe or burn them with fire to vent my anger!"

  Wang Bao's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Chun Liu, his heart filled with sorrow: "Chun Liu, oh Chun Liu, you're really asking for death! Don't you know that since the fourth prince's concubine died, he's become a different person? Sleeping with another woman on their bed is strange enough, but this woman even took the initiative to seduce the fourth prince, taking advantage of his intoxication to impersonate the fourth prince's concubine!"

  Simarui coldly hummed a light sound, lightly and faintly, yet as cold as ice, saying: "Then take an axe to chop it down, take fire to burn it. Don't just talk about it."

  Spring Willow paused for a moment, staring at the Fourth Prince, not making a sound for a long time. Then, she suddenly turned around and actually went out, bringing an axe back with her. With one swing of the axe, she chopped at the bed, her strength wasn't enough, but her emotions were bad enough. She continued to chop, tears falling as she thought about her mistress, who was now nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead, with no one to care for her or show her affection. Her heart was truly filled with sorrow.

  Wang Bao was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, standing there stupidly without knowing whether to go forward and stop him, his eyes wide open as big as they could be.

  Simarui's eyelids didn't even lift once, as if nothing had happened in front of him.

  Bai Min suddenly burst into tears, not knowing why, but just wanting to cry. How could he do this? How could he forget Murong Feng so quickly? Wasn't he supposed to be unable to forget him? How could he be willing to die rather than forget Murong Feng? Why was it like this? How could he be so indulgent with another woman?

  Her tears suddenly became a river, and she couldn't stop them. She thought to herself: It turns out that from ancient times to the present, infatuation has always been deceiving people. She actually still believed that there would be someone who would be infatuated with her and never forget their past love. If she were Murong Feng, she would rather die immediately than live on. That Murong Feng died before he had a chance to change his heart was truly the greatest fortune. What should be done if one is abandoned after being loved?!

  If I had known this earlier, why bother hiding the amulet, why go to great lengths to come to this place and immerse myself in illusions!

  He is Sima Rui, what's going on, why did you arrest Bai Min?!

  Bai Min thought resentfully and turned around resentfully, leaving.

  But she didn't know that Sima Rui's lowered head was filled with so much pain and hurt. That bed had once been his and Murong Feng's, although they had never actually become husband and wife in reality. On the day he got drunk, on the night he returned late, he had held her to sleep, listening to her steady heartbeat, feeling happy and joyful, imagining eternity.

  Simarui's falling is not tears, but blood. He has already cried out all his tears and what can be shed has been shed in the long night. What flows from his heart now is blood. Who can understand his sorrow? Others can miss someone, but he misses Murong Feng to the point of madness, yet cannot bring him back. He would rather die immediately, rather have his brain stop thinking immediately, but his grandmother does not allow it.

  Last night, a woman did indeed climb onto the bed he shared with Mu Rongfang without his permission. However, no matter how strong the wine was, it couldn't get him drunk, and no matter how fresh her body was, she had no temptation for him. He simply lay there, too lazy to even acknowledge the woman's presence. His body was as cold as ice, his senses numb, allowing the woman to quietly lie beside him, quietly satisfying her desire to marry him.

  "Maple, no matter when or where, except for you, Sima Rui will not tolerate anyone else. If your spirit is in heaven, please wait for me, wait until I can accompany you." Sima Rui said softly in his heart, his eyes already blurry, his mind already foolish.

  He didn't know that in this air, the person he thought about day and night was quietly coming and going with hatred.

  But sometimes, being like strangers is really beyond one's control.

  In the quiet room, there was only the sound of Chunliu's axe falling and a faint sobbing. Yan Yu stood outside the door, her tears flowing like rain, unstoppable. Chunliu missed her master dearly, and seeing him suffer every day pained her heart.

  In fact, she also knew that the fourth prince's bitterness was something no one could understand.

  Since the fourth prince's consort went missing, the empress dowager's body has not been well and her mood has not been as good as before. She spends every day cooped up in the palace talking to Xiaodezi about "Feng'er" this and "Feng'er" that. Then when she sees the fourth prince, tears streaming down her face, she repeatedly begs, "Rui'er, promise your grandmother, don't let your grandmother send off a black-haired person with white hair! Your grandmother has never asked anything of anyone, but she's asking you!"

  The fourth prince is neither alive nor dead. His suffering, only he knows himself.

  Bai Min suddenly woke up from the darkness, lying in bed, her mind racing with thoughts. Why was she so heartbroken for a strange man who only appeared in her dreams and illusions?

  But how can that be? Even if it's two months, sixty days, can a person forget another person so easily? It's simply - despicable!

  Lie down again, close your eyes and tell yourself, "I never want to see that person again, I hate that person to death!"

  It was all the sound of wind, whizzing by, a horse-drawn carriage flying by, shaking violently, a woman lying on top, wearing plain clothes and having a beautiful face. Except for the wind, it was the painful autumn rain hitting her face. The carriage sped away, as if it would never stop. Then the carriage plunged down from a high place, falling rapidly. The woman suddenly slid out of the carriage and fell into the turbulent river water. The water was cool to the heart, her head hit the horse's body with a thud, dizzy and unconscious!

  Suddenly, a soft voice echoed in her mind, "Simarui, I miss you!" It was the sorrowful voice of that woman. After a moment's pause, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up anxiously, only to realize that the voice had come from her own mouth. What exactly was the relationship between herself and Murong Feng? Why did she find herself thinking of Simarui with Murong Feng's emotions, caring about this strange man?!

  She is not Murong Feng, she is Bai Min, she lives in the bright 21st century, she has a good pursuer Duan Zhishan, why should she be infatuated with a stranger thousands of years ago, where will there be any crossing, maybe it's just a hallucination caused by fatigue.

  She wants to try her best to accept Duan Zhishan and stop entangling herself with a man in an illusion, otherwise, the only one who will be troubled is herself.

  But why shed tears? Cried until disheveled.