Nan Qi looked at Nan Jiu, whose bright eyes sparkled like they were shining when he spoke of these things. Anyone could see his emotions clearly in his eyes.

  This is the old nine he has never seen before.

  He was used to seeing the cold-faced old man, the unsmiling old man, even the apathetic and ruthless old man, the hard and unyielding old man. But he had never seen such a thing before, when talking about someone, his face was full of youthful and tender appearance like a young boy.

  He had a somewhat dry opening, with eyes full of doubt: "Xiao Jiu, do you know that you've changed?"

  Nan Jiu slightly stunned, looked up at him.

  Nan Qi smiled slightly, but with a puzzled expression: "Xiao Jiu, when you mention Xia Xun's name, you've already become someone else. Do you know that? You've changed yourself for the sake of one person..." He couldn't understand this feeling, changing oneself for someone else was like removing a mask to face reality, it didn't feel safe.

  Nan Jiu looked at Nan Qi's eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement, for the first time discovering that his all-knowing big brother actually had things he didn't understand.

  For example, everyone praises his mildness and courtesy, actually just because he thinks that as a prince should love the people like a son.

  He doesn't even understand what emotions are.

  "Big brother, when you're fond of someone, you'll find that getting their attention is what matters, changing yourself doesn't make a difference." Nan Ju wanted to pat his shoulder but found himself unable to move, so he patted the 'jade' pillow instead. "There's always someone who will make you willing to give up everything just for a smile from them."

  It's just like him, when he sees Xia Tian Miao smile, he feels that the whole sky has brightened up.

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  "Mengmeng, perhaps you think that I and your father have wronged you and your mother, but you must know that everything you and your mother have is given by your father." Emperor Wei's voice was stern as he looked at Xia Tianmeng who stood there silently, "You can blame others, but you cannot blame your father."

  He witnessed how Ah Xian, who was so afraid of trouble, held Mo Mo and smiled at Jiao Jiao's 'daughter'.

  Ah Xian doesn't love his wife Cui, but he gave all his tenderness to his daughter.

  No matter whether it was out of guilt or pampering, no one could say that he had been bad to Xia Tianmeng.

  Moreover, since Momo made a scene with A Shen at the mansion a year ago and refused to enter the palace, A Shen has not entered the palace again either.

  They can only see each other once a day at dawn.

  He knew Ashen was worried that his clever daughter had sensed something fishy.

  But Ah Xian didn't know that his beloved 'daughter' knew everything and even felt disgusted.

  He felt sorry for Ashen.

  Xia Tian Mo heard this and slightly raised her head to look at him, the bright eyes were complex and struggling: "What he did for me can't cover up the fact that he betrayed my mother." She couldn't forget, would never be able to forget the scene of rushing into her mother's bedroom to share the good news, only to see a body hanging in mid-air.

  Mother wore her favorite purple satin skirt and white embroidered shoes with pearls.

  She remembered her father praising her mother for wearing this dress with a Jiangnan "feminine" temperament.

  Mother left this world wearing her favorite dress.

  She didn't cry or scream, and even seemed indifferent under the panic of the maid behind her.

  She walked in step by step, looking up at the face that had lost all its beauty due to death, and thought to herself, if her mother, who was so particular about her father, knew what he looked like after dying, would she regret it?

  In fact, she won't because she saw the last letter left by her mother.

  Pure as snow on a mountain, bright as the moon in the clouds.

  I heard you have two minds, so I came to make a final decision with you.

  Today we fight with wine, tomorrow we meet at Gou Shui Tou.

  The river winds its way through the valley, and the water flows east and west.

  The wind howls and whines, but when marrying off a daughter, one should not cry.

  Wishing to find someone with whom I share a common heart, and grow old together without ever parting ways.

  Bamboo pole so fluttering, fish tail so bare.

  A real man values his honor and integrity; what use is wealth and power?

  She knew this poem and had also asked her mother-in-law, Zhuo's wife, why she wrote such a poem.

  She was still young and spoiled, not particularly proficient in poetry, but only because her mother was a famous talented woman did she come to ask.

  When she read this poem, she only remembered the line "Wish to get one's heart, white head does not separate".

  At that time, the scene was not very clear to her, but she remembered her mother's gentle and beautiful face almost merged with the summer scenery. Her mother held a book of poems and told her, "A woman's life is spent waiting for a good husband, Zhuo's wife and her husband were deeply in love, she didn't despise her husband for not having an official title and was willing to devote herself to him, even going so far as to sell tofu to make a living.

  Later, her husband gained the favor of the emperor and was separated from her by distance. Her husband rose and fell in his official career, coming into contact with more people and things. He then took a liking to another woman and wanted to take her as a concubine. When Zhuo's wife, who was far away in a distant land, heard this news, she wrote this poem and sent it to her husband to express her resolute feelings.

  She was young and puzzled, asking her mother that since Madam Zhuo knew about her husband taking a concubine, why did she have to be so resolute? Wasn't it reasonable for men to take concubines?

  Her mother looked at her, gently stroking her hair, and her voice was filled with helplessness. She said, if you really like someone, how can you tolerate sharing them with others?

  She smiled and clapped her hands, saying "Father loves Mother dearly, and has never taken a concubine!"

  She didn't know how much bitterness her mother had in her heart at that time, her mother was struggling, she didn't want to give up herself but couldn't accept the relationship between her father and another person.

  In the end, she chose to understand and let go.

  When she received the jewelry box sent by her mother's personal maid, she didn't show a hint of surprise. She knew that since her mother had chosen to leave, everything must have been well-prepared.

  She was just holding onto that jewelry box day and night without sleep.

  At that time, she didn't know anything and couldn't understand why her mother would suddenly hang herself, just like she didn't understand why there was a poem in the jewelry box - "White Hair Lament".

  Until she mischievously hid in the Golden Dragon Temple and played hide-and-seek, but unexpectedly saw the two embracing each other.

  At that time she understood why her mother would choose to leave in such a way.

  She had been holding it in her heart, hating for so long.

  Xia Tian Meng didn't know what was going on with the blockage in her heart and the clarity in her mind, it seemed that no matter how much she recalled past painful memories, they would only be internalized and wouldn't make her lose her rationality.

  Her sanity seems completely unaffected by those things.

  Wei Ai Di looked at Xia Tian Meng and saw that she was confused: "Meng Meng, what did your father do to wrong your mother? Was it just because he didn't love her?"

  Xia Tian Meng was taken aback and looked at him.

  The emperor's face twisted into a bitter smile as he looked at her like she was a naive child: "Meng Meng, no one has ever said that marrying a wife requires giving love. In this world, there are too many couples who respect each other like ice, your father at least never had three wives and four concubines, always giving your mother the dignity of being his first wife, who doesn't know that your father and mother were in harmony? Why do you demand so much? My harem is so large, must I love all of them?"

  Summer took a few steps back, her face filled with pain: "No...no!" Her heart was screaming, wanting to tear apart her body to vent! She could feel the collapse in her heart, hating for so many years couldn't possibly be let go overnight, hatred had been her support all these years! If...if Father didn't have to love Mother, then what was Mother's determination for?

  She made herself calm down and looked at him: "No matter how much you say, I won't forgive you!" Yes, she wouldn't forgive them!

  Bang!

  Wei Ai Di looked at the 'door' that Xia Tian Miao had run out and opened, feeling somewhat exhausted, he rubbed his temples and sighed: "A Shen..."

  He was unwilling to give up Ashen, and a year of deliberate suppression made his thoughts surge like waves at this moment.

  He wants to see him.

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  When Nan Qi walked in the corridor, what appeared in his mind was still Nan Jiu's bright eyes and smiling face.

  He felt a little dazed and envious for a moment.

  He has been learning since childhood how to be a good monarch, he wants to excel in everything and gain everyone's respect.

  The empress dowager only told him to hold up the frame of the imperial uncle and to love the people like a son in the future.

  The Emperor only praised him for doing a good job recently and felt at ease handing over the country to him in the future.

  Everyone around him looked at him with admiring eyes, as if he was exactly what they had hoped for.

  So he doesn't understand what **** means at all.

  Xiao Jiu said that Xia Tian Moe was the one who had a crush on him when he was thirteen years old under the peach blossom tree. As for his impression of her at that time, it was only: She was the girl most favored by Father Emperor.

  Yes, in his impression, Xia Tian Miao was the girl most loved by Emperor Father.

  She lives freely and unrestrainedly, without worries or troubles.

  When mother was alive, there was gentle mother; now there is loving father, thinking of the doting emperor.

  She has a clever mind, poetry and songs, piano chess calligraphy painting, 'female' virtue and morality, all of which are the model of Beijing's 'female' children.

  She is like him, living in other people's expectations.

  The difference is that she has happiness, while he only has repression.

  He envied her at the same time and couldn't help but dislike her. He didn't like this girl who was obviously expected to be just like him, because she always smiled.

  Unlike her own gentle and elegant demeanor, her smile was warm and noble.

  He couldn't admit it, but he was actually jealous of her.

  Yes, he is a crown prince of a country, yet he is jealous of a young girl.

  So when she found out that she had a crush on him, he first felt inexplicable joy, and then rejection.

  He knew that his father liked her, so he wanted to marry her himself.

  But can everything in life go smoothly?

  He doesn't like such a 'girl', whose every move is no different from others, even if she's a model, it's just more elegant.

  He hopes for an unexpected turn in his life. An unexpected turn that changes the current situation.

  He doesn't want to go on like this forever, from birth to death, all in one way.

  "Sir." Wang Xi saw the night wind rise, and went forward to put a cloak on him. "The wind has risen, don't you want to go inside for a while?" He actually wanted to advise the prince to return to the mansion, but he didn't dare, and the prince was also unaware of what was wrong with him today, and was silently sulking.

  Nan Qi subtly adjusted the cloak on her body, gazed at the moon's color at the horizon, nodded: "Let's tell Xiao Jiu, I'll come again tomorrow."

  She turned around and saw Xia Tian Meng looking dispirited.

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