Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

Chapter 484: We will be together for a lifetime

On the tenth day after Qingluan married into Jiangdong, he received a letter from his grandmother, the old lady of Zhenguogongfu.

Qingluan was leaning on the soft couch and reading a letter from home, tears uncontrollably flowing down his face.

Upon seeing this, Murong Yi stepped forward and comforted her gently: "But is it a letter from my great-aunt? What did she say in the letter?"

Since the last time the couple had a bad time and Qingluan got sick, Murong Yi reflected on his past. In the past few days when he had been with Qingluan, he had always been gentle and considerate towards her. This made Qingluan finally settle down a little. She raised her eyes to look at Murong Yi and whispered back: "Grandma didn't say anything. She just asked me in the letter whether I was doing well here."

As she spoke, she felt sad and couldn't help but sob.

When Murong Yi saw her crying sadly, he thoughtfully handed over the brocade handkerchief and comforted her: "If you miss the capital, this year happens to be the year of tribute. Next year I will go to the capital to congratulate you and take you back to see her."

Qingluan took the brocade handkerchief and said with tears, "Although I am a princess, my grandmother is the only one in the world who really misses me. Even when I return to Beijing, I only miss seeing my grandmother."

Murong Yi also knew that she lost her mother when she was young. He was a kind and gentle man. Seeing Qingluan's sadness, he guessed that although she was a princess, she must have had a very difficult life in the palace without the protection of her biological mother.

Murong Yi patted Qingluan's hand gently and comforted her: "You must have suffered a lot of grievances in the past. Don't worry, our Murong Palace doesn't have those troublesome things in the palace. Just relax and take your time." Yes, you will like it here.”

Qingluan raised his eyes and looked at Murong Yi. The man in front of him had picturesque features and was extremely handsome. Li Ling, whom she was once obsessed with, was as tough as a sharp sword. No matter how she closed herself off, Li Ling's strong masculinity could always easily cut open her heart, leaving her heartbroken but unable to stop. But Murong Yi was like a clear spring, slowly flowing into the depths of her heart without even realizing it, nourishing her bit by bit, bringing her warmth and comfort.

After getting along with each other for the past few days, Qingluan has really slowly fallen in love with Murong Yi, otherwise she would not have been so angry when she learned that he went to Pang's place.

Qingluan grasped Murong Yi's hand tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw, crying: "I beg you, please don't leave me."

Qingluan has been at odds with each other since the two got married. The couple had never had any physical contact. When Murong Yi saw Qingluan's sudden behavior, he was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he continued to comfort her. : "Don't say stupid things. We are husband and wife and we want to be together for the rest of our lives. How could I leave you."

As he spoke, he helped Qingluan up and coaxed her softly: "You have been bored in the palace since you came to Murong Palace. The weather is just right today and you are feeling better. Come on, I will take you to the garden to relax." Take some time to relax.”

Qingluan happily agreed, and Murongyi put a cloak on Qingluan thoughtfully. She finally walked out of the hall under the leadership of Murongyi.

The autumn sun is shining brightly, and the flowers in the garden have not withered yet. As if they are determined to compete for the best in this last season, the flowers bloom in clusters and are extremely gorgeous.

Murong Yi carried Qing Luan, and the couple walked side by side. As he walked, he introduced Qing Luan to the flowers and plants in the garden.

“Your one is the white magnolia, the one over there is the dragon spitting pearl, and the one in full bloom is the canna. These flowers and plants are unique to our Jiangnan and are difficult to see anywhere else.”

Qingluan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I used to think that the flowers and plants in the imperial garden were the most beautiful. But now that I have seen the flowers and trees in the south of the Yangtze River, I realize that I am really a frog in the well."

It was rare for Murong Yi to see his bride smile, so he was in a good mood and replied: "Although the flowers and plants here are beautiful, they are only a drop in the ocean. If you have time, I will take you out for a walk. The scenery in the south of our country is beautiful, and those flowers blooming in the valley are blooming." The flowers and plants everywhere are a feast for the eyes.”

Hearing this, Qingluan's face froze. She looked at Murong Yi and asked, "Do you often travel?"

Murong Yi said frankly: "If I am not busy with work, I always like to go out. Since I am lucky enough to be born in the south of the Yangtze River, how can I live up to this beautiful scenery?"

Murong Yi was in a good mood and was talking enthusiastically, but Qingluan asked in a deep voice: "Then who do you always go out with?"

Murong Yi saw Qingluan's face darken. He paused for a moment and replied truthfully: "I often travel with my friends. When Xu was still alive, I often took her out with me."

Qingluan sneered and asked, "I heard that you and your late wife had a very close relationship?"

The smile on Murong Yi's face completely faded away. He glanced at Qingluan lightly and replied, "Okay, why are you bringing this up?"

The young couple is deeply affectionate, but unfortunately Wushan Yunyu can no longer be accompanied by each other.

Qingluan saw Murong Yi's sad face, and she felt a sigh of relief in her heart. Then she lowered her face and said, "Since you can't forget your dead wife, why did you marry me again?"

Murong Yi was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Qingluan, his beautiful eyebrows gradually frowning.

At this moment, Murong Yi's daughter Bi Jie'er ran over shouting: "Daddy, Daddy, why are you in the garden today?" The daughter's call pulled Murong Yi back, and he followed the sound and looked towards him. The daughter who arrived squatted down, opened her arms, held her in her arms, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing here again?"

Sister Bi hugged Murong Yi's neck and replied, "My concubine is here with me and my brother to fly butterflies."

Just as he was talking, Pang and Murong Yi’s other concubine, Meng, came over with Ning Geer.

When Pang and Meng met Murong Yi and Qingluan, they bowed respectfully and said, "I have met the crown prince and the crown prince in person."

Murong Yi asked them to excuse themselves, and then said to his daughters: "This is your mother. She has been ill a while ago, so dad didn't bring you to see her. You have to say hello to your mother."

Ning Geer was six years old and already sensible. After listening to Murong Yi's words, he politely saluted Qingluan and said, "Ning Geer has met my mother."

Sister Bi, however, was stuck in Murong Yi's arms and muttered, "I'm hugged tightly by my father, so it's not convenient for me to give him a gift."

Murong Yi quietly persuaded her daughter: "Sister Bi, please be polite and follow the rules, and say hello to your mother quickly."

With that said, he was about to put his daughter down, but Sister Bi tightly held Murong Yi's neck and shouted, "I want daddy to hold her, I want daddy to hold her."

Seeing this, Pangzi quickly stepped forward to persuade Sister Bi: "Good boy, what did my concubine tell you? You have grown up, so you must listen to your father."

Sister Bi just let go of Murong Yi. The little guy was about to give Qingluan a gift when he heard Qingluan say in a cold voice: "Since she doesn't want to, don't make it difficult. I never want to force others."

Everyone was stunned on the spot. Pangzi smiled awkwardly and said: "I am unable to teach my daughter by myself. Please forgive me."

Qingluan rolled his eyes at Pangzi and said with a sullen face: "What a goddaughter! You are talking as if you are the biological mother of this child."

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Love watched helplessly as her husband Sima Chao married the princess to fulfill his ambition, and she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Sima Chao hugged her into his arms and coaxed softly: "Afu, you are the only one in my heart. If you are worthy of the country, I will definitely set you right."

Love believed him because she was obsessed with him.

It wasn’t until Sima Chao killed the flesh and blood of his princess wife that he was about to enter the house with his own hands that Love realized how much sincerity a person who was cruel to his own children could have towards her.

　　　It's just that he is lying and she is obsessed with it.

Love finally saw clearly the person next to her. She was completely heartbroken and died in despair the day before Sima Chao married the princess in glory.

Starting over, Love decided not to make the same mistakes again, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the whole house filled with joy, and she actually returned to her wedding night with Sima Chao.

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Sima Chao, a great hero of a generation, fought against the princes and unified the world, which was his lifelong ambition. For this reason, he did not hesitate to let down his beloved.

He thought: If she can treat the world well, he will give her the highest status in the world, and it will not be too late to slowly repay the deep love he owes her.

As everyone knows, if you miss something, it will be hard to get it back. When he turned back to her, she had already turned away.

He won the world and had everything, but he only lost her.

When Sima Chao saw her smiling broadly at the man beside her, he finally became anxious, his eyes turned red, and he regretted it.

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