Quickly wear the lost man in the world, the plot is always broken

"What did you say?"

Jiang Ruonan felt that it must be because it was too early and she got up at the wrong time, otherwise how could she hear such outrageous news?

The third daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion passed away, and the eldest daughter died in grief? !

"Oh - how is it possible? I don't believe it..." Jiang Ruonan murmured to herself. Her usually straight back suddenly bent down. Her voice was choked with sobs. She felt as if there was a knife in her chest, stirring her heart.

That fairy sister is gone, and the most powerful Xu Wanyan is also gone...

Suddenly, she mounted her horse and headed straight for the Prime Minister's residence without even having time to wash or dress. However, when she saw the white cloth covering the door from afar, her vision went dark.

As she got closer, she felt her brain buzzing, and everything around her seemed to begin to distort, and all the sounds disappeared...

In a trance, she saw the little sisters she had met before supporting each other, and Lu Yanyan even had red eyes from crying.

Everything seems to be real.

Jiang Ruonan stumbled and fell off the horse, falling to the ground, covered in dust.

She stared at the door, then staggered to her feet and walked in slowly.

Today seemed to be a special situation. There was a lot of crying at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. When I went inside, the crying became even louder.

Everything in sight was white, and in the hall, there were two coffins!

On top of the coffin were the spirit tablets of the two people.

Jiang Ruonan stared at the scene intently, walked step by step to the coffin, stretched out her trembling hand, and gently stroked the coffin.

Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul.

“Why…why is it like this…” Jiang Ruonan murmured in a low voice, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Obviously...

She hasn't even taken her fairy sister out to play yet, and hasn't defeated Xu Wanyan yet!

Layer upon layer of sadness made it difficult for Jiang Ruonan to control her emotions, but she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

"The fifth prince..."

The man seemed to be a wooden sculpture, sitting under the mourning hall, with his head lowered, motionless.

Hearing the voice, he seemed to react and slowly raised his head.

What Jiang Ruonan saw was an extremely calm face.

Calm to...

The person is alive, but seems to be dead, with dull eyes, as if all the energy is gone.

Everything has changed...

Jiang Ruonan's head was groggy and she only knew that she had been sitting in the mourning hall for a long time.

By the time she fully woke up, more than ten days had passed. During these days, she had fever and nightmares day and night. Her strong body had become much thinner, and when she walked, it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

This caused Jiang Ruonan to smile sadly.

She seemed like a weak woman, but the person she wanted to please and get close to was gone.

The sadness in the city about the fairy-like woman's tragic fate seemed to have passed, but it also seemed not to have passed.

Those who have seen Bai Yun always lack a level of spirit and energy, while those who have not seen her admire the beauty of the deceased even more.

The Prime Minister's Mansion also entered an unprecedented period of decline. Ye Qingze eventually blamed them. Not only did he try to ruin the jobs of Xu Wanzong and Xu Wanzu, he also made things difficult for Xu's father in the court.

Father Xu was so angry that he felt suffocated and uncomfortable. Thinking that Xu Wanzhen was the fifth prince's consort after all, he asked Bai to visit her and asked Xu Wanzhen to keep her in mind.

Bai went there with great expectations, but when he saw Xu Wanzhen, he was shocked speechless.

"Wanzhen, why do you make it so difficult for yourself? Those who have left are gone, and those who are still alive are more important!" Bai's face was full of heartache, and she wanted to hold her daughter's hand. The next second, she was shocked by Xu Wanzhen's empty eyes.

The lifeless eyes are like a pool of stagnant water.

Bai tried to touch Xu Wanzhen's forehead with trembling hands, but the latter turned her head slightly and dodged.

"Mother, I'm fine." The tone was calm and peaceful, but Bai could hear that she was worried.

"you……"

"Mother, I know what you are here for." The lively and smart girl before was now cold and aloof, as if she had become a different person overnight.

Bai Shi held back the bitterness in her eyes and for the first time went against Xu's father's wishes and shook her head, "Wanzhen, mother doesn't ask you to do anything. Mother just hopes that you are safe."

Having seen what happened to Xu Wanyan and knowing how important Bai Yun was to the two sisters, Bai was really scared, fearing that Xu Wanzhen would follow in her footsteps.

However, Xu Wanzhen's pale face curled up into a faint smile, and her previously round face now looked a little dull. There was not much expression on her pretty face, and her tone was stiff.

"Mother, in the future... I hope you take care of yourself. It is my fault that I was unfilial and could not help father. I will definitely repay you in my next life."

She is so tired.

She felt that Yun'er and Xu Wanyan were really smart. They just left and left her alone to live in this body.

Thinking of this, Xu Wanzhen laughed bitterly, then looked at the maid beside her. The latter understood and stepped forward to ask Bai to leave.

Bai was confused and uncertain, but she didn't dare to offend the people in the Prince's Mansion, so she left, looking back every few steps.

She thought there was still a lot of time and she would always find an opportunity to convince her daughter.

But unexpectedly, everything changed suddenly.

As Ye Qingze's momentum in the court grew, the emperor attached great importance to this son. Finally, on the day Xu Wanzhen gave birth to a child, Ye Qingze became the crown prince.

When Ye Qingze returned home, the backyard was pitch black.

When the people around him came to report the news, they were trembling like a sieve, "Your Highness, the Madam has become a nun!"

Ye Qingze looked a little dazed. Since that day, he never asked about Xu Wanzhen's affairs and never went to the backyard.

It took a long time for Ye Qingze to calm down.

But he didn't ask anything and didn't say anything. He just waved his hand and let the people go.

When the nanny trembling with fear brought the child over, she was even more shocked to find that this noble man was so deep and profound that he made her feel inexplicably frightened.

"Your Highness, the child... this is the child left by the Madam!"

Ye Qingze knew it, but he felt nothing in his heart. He just took a quick glance at the young child's eyes and the last bit of expectation in his heart disappeared.

He forgot that there was no one in the world like her, not even a child with a slight blood relationship.

Ye Qingze suddenly laughed out loud, but she didn't know if it was an illusion, but Mammy always felt that the laughter was very cold...

It was so cold that she broke out in sweat and shivered on her back.

Finally, in the dim night, a deep male voice sounded without any emotion: "Take him away and take good care of him. If you have anything to say, tell the housekeeper."

"Yes!" The nanny retreated quickly as if she had been pardoned.

Ye Qingze smiled sarcastically and continued painting. Unlike his other paintings, this one had the poem before the portrait was finished.

She is so beautiful, but her fate is unfortunate. The world is full of troubles, but love remains in my heart.

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"Donor, once you make a decision, there is no turning back. Are you sure?"

Xu Wanzhen clasped her hands together and nodded firmly.

There was no one she loved in this world anymore, so she had let go of the worldly life.

Upon seeing this, the nun sighed, said no more, and asked her disciple to shave her head.

Her hair fluttered and her Buddhist beads rolled, but Xu Wanzhen's heart was extremely peaceful.

She couldn't help but recall the first time she saw the girl...

Beautiful and unforgettable.

Xu Wanzhen couldn't help but curl her lips and smile, her face looking more and more relieved.

"From now on...just call you Nian Chen." The nun spoke slowly with a compassionate look on her face.

From then on, there was no more eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the world, only the Buddhist disciple Nian Chen.

Time flies, and many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

By that time, Ye Qingze had already ascended the throne, the world was at peace, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. Everyone respected this emperor very much, but they did not expect that the emperor would soon become obsessed with cultivating immortals and refining elixirs. Not only did he turn day and night upside down, he also spent lavishly to build temples, just in pursuit of becoming an immortal.

Seeing that they could not stop it, the court officials tried to urge Ye Qingze to enrich his harem. You know, Ye Qingze now only had one unfavored prince under his name. Although that prince's biological mother came from the prime minister's mansion, she had already left the world and became a nun, so he really had few offspring.

However, as the prince grew up, Ye Qingze continued to do as he pleased. He was ruthless and monopolized power, and soon no one in the court dared to say anything.

As the years passed, until Ye Qingze's health was almost failing, he chose the most suitable person from the royal branch as the heir.

His only prince was rewarded with countless things and sent among the people to continue searching for immortals and seeking the way.

It is said that although this prince was unfavored and unknown in history, he obtained the most precious painting of the previous emperor, which was said to be worth a fortune and once became a topic of curiosity and sighs for many people.

Curious what the painting looks like?

It’s sad that even biological children cannot sit in that high position.

It's really a bad fate.