Late at night, Gui Song walked into the secret room of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Gui Wu and the guest had been waiting there for a long time.

"Prince, these three are the Hongmeng disciples assigned by the Heavenly Lord."

With Gui Wu's recommendation, Gui Song glanced at the two men and one woman in front of him with sharp eyes, and finally stopped on the man in the middle wearing a black cloak, covering half of his face with the brim of the hat. The mysterious feeling caused Gui Song to look at him with a suspicious look: "You... are Ye Yuan?"

"That's right." The man in black took off his wide cape and showed his appearance to Gui Song's eyes, "I've seen the Prime Minister."

A divine light in Gui Song's pupils magnified in surprise, and what followed was a sinister plan quietly sprouting in his heart...

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In the prince's bedroom, the green lamp is like beans. Youji sat alone on the desk, holding the crimson peach-colored silk yarn in his hand, recalling the scene of his injuries at the birthday party. When Youmeng saw that his arm was bleeding, she bandaged herself without thinking. The care that was revealed by instinct was enough to warm Youji's heart for a long time.

After all, what she saw in her eyes over the years was nothing but bone-bone hatred.

Youji put the silk close to him and sniffed it lightly. It was her usual sweet and elegant fragrance, and the taste was already faint. Therefore, he sucked it deeply, and the last wisp of greed lingered in it, tracing the initial bond with her—

"Huh? Do I have another sister?"

The two or three-year-old Xiao Youji blinked his innocent and ignorant big eyes, and saw his father holding the pink and cute baby girl in his hand, and his heart was full of curiosity.

Ji Shunlong was very happy and held the baby girl down and handed it to him: "Haha, Youji, I'm destined to say that your sister is the lucky star of our Dayou! Do you think she is beautiful?"

Youji looked at the weak baby in the cradle, closed his eyes, his skin was as white as snow, his lips were dyed with cinnabar, and his quiet sleeping appearance surprised Youji. He looked up happily and said to Ji Shun: "Father, I like this sister!"

At that moment, he didn't know that the mother standing behind him, Queen Guilei's eyes looked at all, as cold as a knife.

At that time, the young Youji never understood why he, the little princess, was incompatible with this palace. Although his father favored her, the descendants of the royal family did not make good friends with her. Most princesses seemed to reject this youngest sister, but she was obviously so likable.

While he and his cousin Guixu were playing in the palace, they found Youmengfu looking at them on the stone wall of the Yuemen Gate. He couldn't help but have her envious eyes, and he took the initiative to walk up and talk to her.

"Little Princess, come and play with us!"

He held Youmeng's little hand and pulled her into the garden. From then on, the three of them often played and rode together, becoming inseparable friends.

When he was in his teens, he grew taller, and Youmeng was still so petite and delicate. He stood under the tree with her, and she opened her palms to pick up the petals blown by the wind, and was full of surprise. He broke the best flower with his height advantage and gave it to her.

"Although the broken flowers are beautiful, they can never attract butterflies." She was a little disappointed in her eyebrows, "Look at the butterflies, you still like to make trouble around the flowers on the trees. Brother, go and catch a few for me!"

When she was young, she loved beautiful things that were as lively and lively as her, so she was more attached to butterflies than flowers.

But such a situation is really gone forever...

Although the jade butterfly rubbed the palm of his hand, although it was re-bonded, there was still a mottled crack in the middle, just like the broken relationship between them, it was hard to recover. No matter how hard he tried to make up for it, he would not be able to return to the perfect appearance.

The deepest and shallowest, the most close relatives and distant people are not as good as the first, and the feelings remain the same.

He closed his eyes tightly, his jade pendant hurt his palms and trembled, wishing he could embed it into his flesh.

Youmeng, if that hadn’t happened, you and I might not have reached such a strange place today, right?
Chapter completed!