Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Spring in the Palace

Hai Lan's body was covered with white spider-like stuff. As she questioned Yan Wan and advised the Emperor, spider-like white mist continued to float out of her mouth, covering the Emperor's eyes and gradually floating into Yan Wan's head.

What is this?

From then on, the area within Jinzhong's sight was shrouded in a white aura.

Chunchan and Wangchan also had layers of masks on their eyes.

Jinzhong floated in the air and watched as Yanwan drank bowl after bowl of mushroom soup, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.

He had become accustomed to such scenes, except that Yan Wan, who was in a daze, would occasionally utter his name.

"Jinzhong."

It is hard to tell whether it is pleasure or hatred that is surging, but every time his name appears, the heart of the dead soul always trembles slightly.

He hates her.

Until the moment she dies, she will kill him again.

I can’t tell if it was a touch or what.

However, the last person Yan Wan thought of and cared about was him, not Ling Yunche. This could be considered a win.

Jinzhong couldn't explain the feeling of seeing his lover die. He couldn't even call her his former lover, because the fire of love was still burning in his heart.

But Jinzhong himself didn't notice it, and even if he did, he would only feel hatred.

Extreme hatred and extreme love are similar, both involve a strong desire to take the other person's life with one's own hands.

For Jinzhong, who has not known the difference between hatred and love for decades, he has not yet realized what kind of thoughts he has.

Jinzhong only loved Yanwan. He had never encountered any other situation. His whole life was concerned about this cruel and hypocritical person.

So he doesn't understand.

Now that the person who symbolizes all love and all hatred is dead, his answer is, "Master, of course I hate you to death."

He hated it, he hated it so much.

He hoped that Yan Wan would shed more tears, enough that they could form a pool for him to soak in.

In this way, he is under Yanwan's care.

If he didn't care, why would he shed tears? But does it make sense to care? He was killed by her own hands, so the crocodile's tears were just a sound to him.

But I still want more tears to be shed for him.

Jinzhong smiled sinisterly, because he would only feel happy if he hurt her badly.

So what if he killed again, so what if he became an adulterer again, Yan Wan would always make him worry and waver with just a few words, but he would never forget.

He wanted to make her suffer.

Jinzhong watched Yanwan close her eyes and lie there, on the ground. Before, she even needed him to feed her medicine. Now, she was lying on the ground alone, with nothing to do.

Jinzhong was still lingering beside Yanwan's dead body, relieved that no external force was taking it away from him.

After all, he had to keep an eye on his enemies.

It was unknown how long it had been, Chunchan and Wangchan never appeared again, Jinzhong was locked next to Yanwan's body, and then next to Yanwan's spirit tablet.

What is this, sharing life and death?

Jinzhong sat in the corner, looking at the spirit tablet that never changed, and then looking at the sky that occasionally showed a corner, and he just felt bored.

Didn't you say you were going to kill him again?

Why didn't Imperial Concubine Ling become a spirit like him, and exist here like a wandering god all day long?

I don’t know when, the white mist gradually faded away.

Finally one day it completely dissipated. Jinzhong didn't know what had happened, he only heard that the palace suddenly became lively.

It was filled with sorrow and the sound of weeping was heard everywhere.

A distinguished person has died, Jinzhong guessed.

Soon the guess was confirmed, and the queen's soul returned to heaven.

Jinzhong was not at all moved by this. The queen was his enemy during her lifetime, so there was no reason for him to mourn for her after her death.

It doesn't mean that once a person dies, all old grudges will disappear.

However, this white thing disappeared immediately when the queen passed away, which was such a coincidence. Jinzhong couldn't help but wonder if there was any connection between the two.

In addition, the first time I saw these was when I saw Hai Lan.

Hailan has a very good relationship with the queen successor. If Baiwu has a direct relationship with the queen successor, then it is reasonable for Hailan, who has a very good relationship with the queen successor, to use this kind of thing.

Jinzhong has never paid much attention to the theories of ghosts and gods. He believes that everything is man-made and that everything is caused by human heart.

But now all these fantastic things couldn't help but make him doubt whether monsters really existed in this world.

Otherwise how to explain the sudden appearance of white mist and the white silk spewing out of the mouth.

Could it be a spider spirit?

Jinzhong guessed, that was too shocking. Didn’t the description of this monster in the book say that it was afraid of the aura of a real dragon?

Could it be that this monster is so powerful that it can deceive His Majesty?

Although it was extremely unreasonable, Jinzhong already believed it about 80% of the time. Otherwise how could he explain that many people he knew suddenly seemed to be manipulated.

It seems that the Empress Dowager and Hailan are really big monsters. Jinzhong secretly defined them in his heart.

After the empress's funeral was over, Jinzhong felt a tearing force on his body, leading him to an inexplicable place.

At first he thought the time had come for him to disappear from the world.

After all, he had been dead for some time, so it was time for him to get on with his life. With this in mind, Jinzhong gave up resisting the pull.

Urged by a mysterious force, he was transported back to the past, which was the moment when Yan Wan was named as the promisee.

Jinzhong only felt that his memory had become much more blurred. Many things after death seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making him unable to remember.

He didn't remember Yan Wan's last murmur, nor did he remember his name that she occasionally mentioned.

The most profound impression left on him now was the feeling of the golden hairpin piercing his throat and the touch of the rope tightly tightening around it.

And hatred.

"Eunuch, let's go." The young eunuch next to Jinzhong asked carefully. This leader had been in a bad mood since he came out of Yongshou Palace.

That's not right. In fact, he looked very bad after he came out of the Yangxin Palace. It's really strange. Why is Eunuch Jinzhong not happy when Wei was given the title of concubine?

This was obviously the person he recommended.

Burning with hatred, Jinzhong calmed himself down and adjusted his expression. "Let's go," he said, and led the eunuchs back.

He also has to promise Wei to bring people over.

This is his future after all, Master.