After exchanging marriage with my elder sister, I won with a bad hand.

When Zhao Yong rushed back, more than ten days had passed. During this period, Ye Zhiqiu's madness became more serious.

When Zhao Yong saw Ye Zhiqiu again, she no longer recognized anyone. She hugged a pillow all day long, was suspicious, and didn't let anyone get close to her.

Even when Shen Guihong, who wanted to help her recover her memory, approached cautiously, she grabbed his arm and bit it hard without hesitation.

Zhao Yong finally felt better after seeing this. Qiu'er had always been disgusted by him, but now even Shen Guihong was disgusted with her. He suddenly felt a sense of balance.

Faced with Zhao Yong's gloating, Shen Guihong completely ignored him. This man had never loved Qiu'er, he just wanted to monopolize her.

During this time, Zhao Yong tried to take advantage of Ye Zhiqiu's amnesia to occupy her heart, but unfortunately, the result went against his will and he couldn't get close to her at all.

Just when he was at a loss and didn't know what to do, the imperial concubine suggested that the palace was a sad place for the royal concubine, and that her madness would only get worse if she stayed here, so it would be better for her to leave the palace and find a place to recuperate well, and who knows, she might get better.

Zhao Yong really had no other choice. After hearing the concubine's suggestion, he could only give it a try.

But where should they move to? The concubine suggested a place, Qingyue Temple.

After the massacre last time, Qingyue Temple was burned down. Later, Zhao Yong built another one on the original site, recruited some nuns, and quickly covered up the incident.

When the concubine mentioned Qingyue Temple, Zhao Yong frowned. For him, it was not a good place. After all, he had done such a bad thing on impulse. Now, the screams of the nuns still rang in his ears from time to time. He really didn't want to recall it at all.

"Is there no other place?"

"That place has always been a royal nunnery, so it's the perfect place."

Finally, Zhao Yong made the final decision: "Then let's go there."

Then, the unconscious Ye Zhiqiu was sent to Qingyue Temple.

When the eldest princess heard the news, a vicious plan came up with her.

He still used the trick of killing someone with a borrowed knife. He found the new abbess of the nunnery, bribed her with a large sum of money, and put drugs in Ye Zhiqiu's daily food.

The amount ingested each day is so tiny that no one can notice it. But as time goes by, when the body is completely ruined, even the immortals cannot save it.

This kind of poison has another advantage, that is, when the poison takes effect, you can't see that you are poisoned at all, you just think it is an illness.

Moreover, the poison in the body, which caused damage to the internal organs over time, was digested on the same day. It really was killing without being seen.

Although the nunnery abbess knew that Ye Zhiqiu's real identity was a royal concubine, seeing her crazy appearance and the emperor throwing her into such a place, she presumptuously thought that she had fallen out of favor.

So when faced with the eldest princess's bribery, she chose to stand on the eldest princess' side without any hesitation.

Ever since Ye Zhiqiu entered Qingyue Temple, Shen Guihong had more and more opportunities to visit her. Zhao Jianing saw all of this and felt resentful in her heart.

Whenever her eyes fell on the little baby Shen Yihuan, her wet nurse would immediately notice and quickly take the child away.

In fact, Shen Yihuan lived a pretty good life during the few years when her wet nurse was still alive. With her wet nurse watching over her, even though her father didn't love her and her mother didn't care for her, the people in the mansion didn't dare to blame her.

Unfortunately, the nurse died a few days later. After that, Shen Yihuan was completely reduced to a poor little girl who was not loved by anyone. Because of Zhao Jianing's neglect, everyone in the mansion could bully and step on her.

Zhao Jianing saw all of this, and sometimes even watched coldly from the sidelines, deliberately watching her being bullied, as if only in this way could she feel better.

Having said that, without anyone knowing, Ye Zhiqiu was poisoned, and his health deteriorated over time.

Half a year later, she was already terminally ill and unable to walk.

At that time, she was already skinny and bony. She sat on the bed with a haggard face, staring blankly out the window.

Beside him, Shen Guihong held a bowl of medicine and said softly, "Qiu'er, drink the medicine."

"Shen Guihong, look at me now, I'm in this condition, so I won't take the medicine." Ye Zhiqiu slowly raised his head and looked at him with clear eyes.

Shen Guihong was shocked and stammered in disbelief: "Qiu'er, you, you...you are awake?"

"Yes, I was confused for a while, but today I suddenly became clear for some reason." Ye Zhiqiu brushed her hair at the temples as she did before, and suddenly she felt her thin cheek. She paused and sighed, "What happened during this period is like a dream."

"That's great. It's good that you're sober now. Everything will be fine in the future."

"Will I have a future?"

"Yes, of course." Shen Guihong looked confident. He put the medicine bowl aside and walked forward and said anxiously, "Qiu'er, you know, I regret it. I really regret why I was so cowardly. I should have taken you away regardless of everything. Qiu'er, I regret it. Please don't leave me, okay? I won't be the prime minister anymore. I will take you away. Then it will be just the two of us."

He spoke seriously and Ye Zhiqiu looked at him blankly. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the way they first were.

Without Zhao Yong, Zhao Jianing, the imperial palace, and the number one scholar, they had grown up together as childhood sweethearts. She had fallen in love with him since she was very young. After marriage, they were very happy.

But, but he met Zhao Yong, that tyrant. Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes darkened, and he suddenly felt very tired.

She raised her head slightly, forced a smile, and said, "Shen Guihong, if you had told me this back then, I would have been very happy."

Shen Guihong grabbed her hand excitedly and said stubbornly, "It's not too late now."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and did not respond to his words. Instead, he suddenly said, "Guihong, I'm tired. Can you let me lean on you for a while?"

"Okay, let you lean on it." As he said that, he sat down and patted Ye Zhiqiu on the shoulder.

Ye Zhiqiu leaned forward gently and smelled a familiar scent at the tip of his nose. It came from Shen Guihong and made him feel at ease.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Shen Guihong, who had no idea about it, was still fantasizing about their future.

"Qiu'er, when you recover, we will leave here and find a paradise. We will farm and we will weave, and we will have many children. What do you think?"

He asked cautiously, but after a long time without seeing any response from his side, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He turned around gently, held Ye Zhiqiu's face, and called softly: "Qiu'er..."

The touch was still soft, but he knew that his Qiu'er would never open his eyes again.

"Qiu'er..." She said this with a choked sob and tears came down.

(Finish)