After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

Afterwards, the emperor's words were like the spring rain, moistening everything silently, and every word and sentence was filled with deep concern for Long Kui.

He gently raised his hand, the action contained the unique delicacy and kindness of an elder, and slowly inquired about Long Kui's health. His tone was filled with the deep fatherly love accumulated over the years, warm and deep. "Recently, I saw that your complexion has improved slightly, and I am very relieved. Today is the Qiqiao Festival, the breeze is refreshing, and everything is full of vitality. Have you been accidentally disturbed by this cool breeze? Moreover, in the market, there are crowds of people and flowers blooming. Is there any beauty who has planted the seeds of tenderness in your heart, causing layers of delicate ripples in this calm heart lake?"

Hearing this, Long Kui's lips curled up into a warm smile, and his eyes were twinkling with stars, flashing with his affectionate response to his father.

"Father, I appreciate your kindness and I am so grateful that I cannot express it in words. In recent days, my health has indeed improved day by day. I occasionally go out, and the imperial physician also said that it has greatly helped my condition. As for the Qiqiao Festival, there are indeed many women, each with their own merits. Although my eyes are full of flowers, I also know that each one is a rare sight in the world, and I can only admire them in my heart."

Inside the hall, the conversation between father and son was like the gurgling of a stream, flowing with warmth and harmony, just like a warm and tranquil painting in spring, showing the rare beautiful scene of the deep affection between a loving father and a filial son in the royal family.

Their words were sometimes as light as the singing of birds in the woods, and sometimes as deep as the growth rings of ancient trees. It seemed as if the noise from the outside world had been silenced, leaving only this pure family affection flowing slowly in the air.

However, just as Emperor Dongyue was about to continue what he was saying, a slight cough sounded quietly from Long Kui's lips, like a breeze blowing across the quiet lake, gently breaking the tranquility.

The emperor frowned slightly, and a hint of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the subtle changes in the deepest part of people's hearts.

"You still need to take good care of your body, and you must not overwork yourself. If the new imperial physician's medical skills are not satisfactory, you must inform my father. I will search for famous doctors all over the world to treat you carefully."

His voice was soft yet firm, and every word revealed unquestionable care and determination.

Long Kui felt his father's deep love and care, and a gleam of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Father, you have been worried about me, and I feel so guilty. Fortunately, this imperial physician has great medical skills. I feel better day by day, and there is no need to trouble you anymore."

However, that cough still made the atmosphere a little solemn and interrupted their warm conversation.

Seeing this, Emperor Dongyue quickly ordered his attendants to carefully escort Long Kui back to the palace to rest, and repeatedly reminded him, his words full of reluctance and worry. Although those words were simple and unadorned, they were full of deep affection, touching the hearts of everyone present.

After the prince left, Emperor Dongyue waved his hand gently, signaling everyone in the hall to leave, leaving only Eunuch Wang to wait quietly. He did not rush to deal with the memorials on the desk, but walked slowly to the hall door, staring into the distance.

In those deep eyes, there seemed to be thousands of thoughts surging, and endless worries circling.

At this moment, he is no longer the majestic and inviolable monarch, but a loving father who is deeply concerned about his son.

At this moment, the door of the palace seemed to be gently pushed open by an invisible force, and the warm spring breeze brought thousands of rays of spring light into the hall. Golden light filled every corner, making the weather-beaten but still majestic face of Emperor Dongyue look particularly soft.

He stared at the prince's gradually receding back, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, including reluctance, worry, and deep expectation.

His expression revealed a sense of confusion, as if he was in another world, as if at this moment he had crossed the boundaries of time and space and saw various scenes of the future and the past intertwined.

Although the spring scenery was bright and beautiful, it seemed unable to completely dispel the loneliness and worry in his heart.

But amidst this worry, there are also deep blessings and expectations for my son. I hope he can recover soon, inherit the throne, and lead this country to a more glorious future.

After an unknown amount of time, the only sound in the hall was the deep and slightly otherworldly voice of Emperor Dongyue, which flowed slowly in the vast hall, like a clear spring in an ancient mountain stream, echoing: "The love between me and the crown prince, father and son, is as deep as the vast ocean and boundless. However, the world is unpredictable, just like the clouds rolling and unrolling. I haven't seen you for many days. My sick body is sometimes strong like a pine tree, and sometimes weak like a willow. Time is ruthless. As time passes, it seems like a lifetime ago. It is hard to find the shadow of the past..."

At this point, his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his deep eyes revealed helplessness and deep sorrow about the rapid passage of time, as if he was silently having a silent conversation with his past self.

Eunuch Wang was standing beside the emperor. When he heard his words, his heartstrings seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He was afraid that this heavy emotion would touch the unspeakable pain in His Majesty's heart, causing him to lose control and say something inappropriate.

He secretly clenched the dust whisk in his hand, his eyes as sharp as torches, and locked onto every subtle expression of His Majesty, for fear of missing any emotional fluctuations.

Fortunately, Emperor Dongyue changed the subject and stopped talking suddenly like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The hall returned to silence again. Only Eunuch Wang breathed a sigh of relief, but he still did not dare to slack off in his heart.

Although his figure seemed more hunched in the spring sunlight, his eyes were unusually bright, flashing with determination and loyalty. He stood quietly beside Your Majesty, like a silent monument, silently bearing the unspeakable heaviness and loneliness.

After a long time, there seemed to be a subtle change in the hall. The eyes of Emperor Dongyue suddenly flickered, like the brightest stars in the night sky. He turned slowly, his eyes fell gently and deeply on Eunuch Wang, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was both nostalgia for the past years and expectations and deep meaning for the future.

"The Crown Prince and the Second Prince have both grown into tall and handsome young men, in their prime, and it is time for them to get married. In your opinion, is there any woman in the world who can be worthy of these two outstanding princes of mine?"

When Eunuch Wang heard this, he was horrified. He knew very well that His Majesty had already made plans for this matter. As a eunuch, how could he rashly discuss such an important matter as a royal marriage?

So, he smiled humbly but respectfully, bowed and replied, "I am a humble servant within the palace walls, how dare I speak rashly about the affairs of the boudoir? Such national affairs should be decided by your majesty. Your majesty's choice must be a match made in heaven. If your majesty has any concerns, it must be because of your profound considerations, which I cannot guess."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Dongyue could not help but burst into laughter. That laughter was hearty and open-minded, showing both approval of Eunuch Wang's quick response and a hint of self-mockery and relief.

He glanced at Eunuch Wang and scolded him with a smile: "You old fox, you know my mind very well."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the inner hall with steady and powerful steps, leaving behind only a string of hearty laughter that echoed in the empty hall for a long time.

As the night deepened, everything was silent. Under the west wall of the East Palace, a team of soldiers had just completed their patrol and were quietly leaving.

And in that dark corner, a black shadow quietly descended, like a ghost in the night, silently blending into the interweaving of palace walls and moonlight.

The moonlight was hazy, the stars were hidden, and the entire palace was shrouded in a faint chill, making it look particularly cold and mysterious.

Deep in the east palace, Long Kui was preparing to go to bed when he heard a subtle and strange sound coming from the roof. He was startled and quickly and calmly triggered the mechanism to take out a cold black iron dagger from the secret compartment beside the bed and hid it in his sleeve. Then, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, breathing slowly and evenly, but under his closed eyes, there was an undercurrent, waiting for the arrival of the uninvited guest.

A moment later, there was a slight noise in front of the window. Long Kui's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his eyes were still closed as iron.

A faint and confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his hands in his sleeves were secretly gathering strength, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.

In this silent and dangerous night, he seemed to have turned into a lurking cheetah, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.