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Qing Fu had already caught up to him and followed him from afar. He didn't want to disturb Xuan Tuo's melancholy.

Peach blossoms bloomed along the way, the grass was verdant, butterflies danced, the beauty of late spring was beautiful, but it couldn't wipe away the cold feeling of losing a loved one.

When they arrived at a pond, they casually walked towards the pavilion within the pond and looked up. The pavilion's name was' Gentle Heart Pavilion '.

The word 'benevolent' was Qiufen, and it was also Imperial Concubine Su. It was as if two mothers were waving at him together, their hearts sad.

Landing on the round stone chair, he picked up the letter. As he was about to open it, he saw that there seemed to be a faint scratch on the sealed seal. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see the scratch at all.

He frowned slightly. Was it Qingfeng or Bi Yun?

Forget him.

The six words on the envelope were elegant but free and easy: Huan Tuo, my son.

He took out the paper and unfolded it, eagerly reading Imperial Concubine Su's brush.

It was a hastily written text written by Imperial Concubine Su. It only contained a few dozen words. When he read carefully, however, his words were enigmatic and enigmatic.

Although Wen Che had never truly met her, he could feel from her words her sincere and selfless maternal love for Xuan Tuo. Perhaps it was because of this love that she was willing to risk her life to protect her child.

This kinship was extremely touching.

Lightly closing the paper, quietly looking at the golden carp in the pond, the free swinging joyful, make people envious.

He swept through a strand of green grass and tossed it gracefully into the pond, only attracting a dozen fish fighting for food. The fish shook its tail, and ripples quickly spread out, disappearing under the lotus leaves in an instant.

Even if it was outside the palace or inside the palace, it was still better than a fish. Just for the sake of the struggle for power, the hearts of people had long since lost their freedom. Wan Jing was actually the most innocent girl in this dispute. He knew that she didn't love him. Isn't such a loveless marriage child's play? He disdained it.

He walked out of the pavilion with determination, wanting to avoid this dispute. He, Wen Che, had no intention of taking the position of Scarlet Tide's crown prince. Xuan Tuo could give him memories, but he could not force his thoughts on him.

Qing Fu followed closely behind him. The master and the servant silently walked in the palace, ignoring the light that shone in the eyes of any of the palace maids and eunuchs.

When he returned to the palace, he found Wan Jing chatting casually with the empress dowager. She had merely asked him what he had eaten and what he had used after waking up.

Xuan Zhuo and the other princes were seated behind a jade table. Xuan Zhuo drank tea as he looked at Wan Jing and the empress dowager, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

"Ta'er, you're back." the Empress Dowager asked benevolently.

However, Xuan Tuo felt a wave of disgust. It was her. She was the one who gave him life, but gave the mufei her death.

"Ta'er is back." "Ta'er thanks Old Buddha for giving me Wan Jing." As he spoke, he turned to look at Xuan Zhuo, only to see that he had lowered his head and was still quietly sipping his tea, as if he had not heard anything.

"Wanjing is a good child. You must keep your heart in your chest from now on. You mustn't spend all your time doing nothing and treat her well." The empress dowager looked at Xuan Tuo and spoke in a low voice.

"Ta'er will follow the Buddha's teachings." As she spoke, she glanced at Wan Jing. She was indeed a good child, but for the sake of others, she had never even made the rounds.

"With Ta'er's words, this one is relieved." She shook Wanjing's hand, her eyes filled with love.

Xuan Tuo sneered in his heart. So this show wasn't the most exciting one on the stage in the 21st century. Wasn't everyone in this hall a part of the show? Only perfectly. However, his heart was filled with schemes.

"Royal father, your son's mother was not afraid of the consequences, but she was your son's birth mother after all. As the saying goes, when you are buried in the earth, your mother's concubine is not allowed to enter the mausoleum, but you can build a mausoleum for yourself. Your son requests your father to allow your son to stay outside the capital by the Cold Capital Temple to build a mausoleum for your mother, and your son will be filial and filial."

The sincere words were still being spoken when the Emperor's aged voice rang out. "Go, Ta'er, Imperial Father's approval."

"This son dares to ask royal father to keep the lotus palace left behind by mufei before his death. This son wishes to come and stay when I miss mufei to comfort my bereavement." There were many things that missed the opportunity, so he had to seize it at this moment. He absolutely could not back down. There must be some secret hidden within the Mother's Lotus Palace.

Xuan Tong's intuition told him that this child had grown up a bit and actually understood filial piety. "Good, your son is unfilial and is guilty of a great crime. This is very good."

"This son thanks Imperial Father for his grace."

"Ta'er, your injuries haven't completely healed and you've experienced your mufei's incident. You must be tired. Quickly go back and rest." The solemn voice warmed Wen Che's heart. He thought that he had lost his father at a young age and was brought up by his mother, so he could not express his anticipation for the fatherly love of this strange world.

"Ta'er thanks Imperial Father and Old Buddha for their concern." Wan Jing, let's go. "

Xuan Tuo looked to Wan Jing as he spoke, only to see her raise her foot and cast a glance at the fourth prince Xuan Zhuo. In that instant, Xuan Tuo instantly caught her attention. Strange, why did his heart ache so much? It was as if the aged vinegar had fallen onto the floor.

With a flick of his sleeve, in the blink of an eye, a pair of clansmen had already walked out of the hall.

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