The bright, piercing beam of light that pierced through the darkness suddenly dimmed.

Zhao Huaiye was a little frightened and didn't dare to think about the reason, but his mind uncontrollably flashed over the picture of her standing at the table, packing up her burdens.

This made him unable to sleep even more.

When going to court, Zhao Huaiye frequently lost his mind.

The voices of the courtiers, the light and scene in the hall, seemed to be all away from him. He was sitting there, trying to cheer up, but his body was too tired, and his brain was out of his control, like a wild horse running away, showing pictures of himself.

Suddenly, a thought came out of the corner: "Maybe she is right. If she lived in an ordinary family and married an ordinary man, she would not have so many troubles at all."

The sudden thought shocked Zhao Huaiye, and instantly brought him back to his senses. He casually looked at the courtiers and saw that they were arguing about the flood.

He thought, it's no wonder Axiao is like this now.

She was just under too much pressure, and she didn't want that, but she was driven mad.

Using the word "crazy" to describe her is very inappropriate, and Zhao Huaiye doesn't want to think of her like that. He felt that it was because of the poisoning that her brain was poisoned, her memory never recovered, and her temperament changed a lot. Become sticky, mourning all day long.

She was not such a person. It was the palace that was not suitable for her, too much pressure, too much discomfort, forcing her to become like this.

A little pity rose from the bottom of his heart, a long-lost, sincere pity that came from the heart.

At the same time, there is comfort for oneself. It's not that he has changed his mind, he just understands a truth -

Maybe it would be better to let go, let her go out of the palace to live a life that is comfortable, relaxed, suitable for her, good for her and good for him.

As for the fact that she will marry another man in the future... Zhao Huaiye's mind flashed that scene, and he was disturbed for a moment before accepting it.

He used to love. Although he couldn't have it in his entire life, he once had a vigorous and unswerving love with her.

This is enough. In the future, he will still feel warm and miss her all his life.

The thought of letting her go lingered in his mind for several days, not only did it not disappear, but instead became clearer.

Zhao Huaiye knew that this was not an impulse.

He began to think, if he really wanted to let her go, how would he speak to her? Will she agree?

Perhaps it was because he thought that he would not see each other often in the future, and perhaps from now on, he would not see each other several times in the rest of his life. After Zhao Huaiye came to Chengfu Palace, he became extra gentle, his eyes were warm, and his demeanor was tolerant, and he did not coax her. The slightest impatience.

Shaoyin pretended to be coaxed by him, a rare bright smile appeared on her face, leaned into his arms and said, "I won't leave, you have to believe me, I will never leave you alone. In this cold palace."

Her words only started, and the snuggled chest suddenly became stiff, like an iron plate.

"We'll have a good time in the future." She didn't feel it at all, she put her little hand on her stomach, lowered her head and said softly, "We've worked hard for a few years, but it really doesn't work, so I'll adopt a prince as you said."

Zhao Huaiye's eyes turned black for a while!

"Working hard for a few years" means drinking tonic soup every day and working hard every night. Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his legs, and the feeling of weakness that his body was hollowed out came deeply.

several years? I am afraid that there will be no more, he may be excessively indulgent and die young.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes, he pursed his lips, stroked her shoulder and asked, "Ah Xiao doesn't want to leave the palace?"

"I don't want to." Shao Yin shook his head, looking cute.

What Zhao Huaiye wanted to hear was not such an answer. He tried hard to control his voice to soften and said, "You used to like a quiet life, the freedom outside the palace, and the noise and fulfillment of the marketplace."

"I like it now." Shaoyin said seriously, looked up at him, bent his eyes, showed a clear and bright smile, and said lively: "But I prefer Ah Ye, I will not leave you. "

As she said that, she hugged his waist, and there was a lot of affection in her eyes: "We will love each other until we grow old, and we will hug each other until we grow old."

Zhao Huaiye instantly had the urge to push her away.

There will be no old age.

If it goes on like this, he will be short-lived.

"But I don't think you're happy." He looked down at her and said with a gentle expression, "I don't want you to be unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy." Shaoyin shook his head, hugged him and said, "I'm very happy with you."

Zhao Huaiye pursed his lips.

There was something in the bottom of my heart that seemed to be unstoppable.

He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, suppressed what was about to come out, and said directly, "I'll send you away."

He stopped beating around the bush with her and stated his purpose directly.

Shaoyin was stunned for a moment, and obviously did not respond: "What?"

"In the palace, you're not happy, and I'm also very tired." Zhao Huaiye pushed her away and sat up, holding her shoulders with both hands, and said to her seriously, "Axiao, I was wrong from the beginning, I didn't You should be left."

Shaoyin was stunned and said, "Yes, but I lost my memory. I'm outside the palace, and I don't know anyone, and I don't know how to live. You let me out of the palace..."

"I will leave Xia Lu and the others to you." Zhao Huaiye said slowly, with a sincere and serious attitude, "I will also give you a manor, a few profitable pavilions, and an inexhaustible sum of money, which will not let you suffer. A little bitter."

Shaoyin's expression was still stunned, she carefully pulled his clothes, looked at him and said, "But I just want to be by your side."

Zhao Huaiye's head hurt again.

He wanted to open her hand, push her further away, and said loudly and frankly, "I don't want to!"

But he can't.

Enduring irritability and impatience, he closed his eyes forcefully, and tried his best to squeeze out a patient tone: "Axiao, the palace is not for you."