After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

In the dead of night, in the study room of Prince Xiang's mansion, the air was filled with sandalwood, creating a tranquil and solemn atmosphere. Prince Xiang sat alone in front of the chessboard, his eyes deep, his fingers gently stroking the chess pieces on the board, as if thinking about the next move.

At this moment, Jing Yang pushed the door open and walked in, his footsteps brisk and steady, breaking the silence of the study. "Your Majesty!" He bowed respectfully.

Prince Xiang raised his head, a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, "Is there any movement in Weiyang Palace?"

Jingyang shook his head. "No, everything is normal."

King Xiang nodded slightly, signaling him to leave. However, Jing Yang seemed to have something to say. He hesitated for a moment, but still did not leave, and said again: "My Lord!"

King Xiang looked at him in confusion, "What else?"

Jing Yang took a deep breath and seemed to have made up his mind. "Your Highness, the princess has been acting very strangely these days. Haven't you noticed?"

King Xiang frowned slightly, and didn't seem to take it to heart. "Why is it strange?"

Jing Yang considered his words carefully, "The princess hasn't come to the study these days. In the past, the princess would bring nourishing soup to the prince every few days."

When King Xiang heard this, his heart moved slightly. He thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed true.

"If you let go of some things, you won't be obsessed with them anymore." King Xiang said calmly, with a hint of helplessness and emotion in his voice. He knew that there was an insurmountable gap between him and the princess, but he never thought of hurting her.

However, Jingyang heard the deep meaning behind King Xiang's words. He bravely said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for saying so much. The princess is sincere to you, and it is really unfair for you to do this to her."

Upon hearing this, King Xiang was silent as a stone, and a complex emotion flashed in his deep eyes. He admitted that Jing Yang was telling the truth, but he also had his own unspeakable difficulties. He sighed, his voice low and helpless: "After all, this king and her are a marriage granted by a piece of paper. I have given her everything I can."

Jing Yang did not retreat. He continued, "But Your Majesty, the princess is gentle and virtuous, dignified and generous, and she is sincere to you. She did nothing wrong, did she?"

King Xiang was silent for a moment, and the guilt in his heart surged like a tide. He admitted that he had always felt guilty about her. But that guilt was like a heavy yoke that made him unable to face his own heart. He smiled bitterly: "She is indeed not wrong, but... my heart cannot accommodate her."

Jing Yang was puzzled, frowning: "I don't understand. The princess has been married to you for many years and has experienced ups and downs with you. Why can't she be as good as a woman you have only met a few times?"

King Xiang smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't know how to explain this feeling. He sighed and said, "I can't figure it out either. Some people, once they appear in your life, are like a brand, deeply engraved in your heart. Even if they do nothing, they can easily take your heart away. This may be the so-called fate. It's ridiculous to say it."

When Jing Yang heard this, he felt helpless. He understood that the prince's knot in his heart could not be untied overnight. He bowed respectfully and left silently.

The study room was once again quiet, with only King Xiang alone in deep thought. He sat in front of the chessboard, staring at the chess pieces with empty eyes, as if he could find the answer from them.

The heart of the King of Xiang was like being weighed down by a heavy stone. He knew very well that he felt guilty towards the princess, and he also knew how much he missed Zheng Xiyan. However, this conflicting emotion made him feel even more painful, and he didn't know how to choose.

He recalled the time he spent with the princess, her gentleness, virtue, dignity and generosity were deeply imprinted in his heart. She had given so much to him, but he could not give her the same love. He felt that he was very selfish and cruel.

However, Zheng Xiyan's shadow often appeared in his mind. Her smile and her eyes were unforgettable to him, and this love made him unable to extricate himself.

He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the moonlight outside, and said self-deprecatingly: "Zheng Xiyan, what on earth did you do to me? The funny thing is that you obviously did nothing, but quietly walked into my heart."

The moonlight sprinkled on him like water, coating his lonely figure with a layer of silver. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluctuations in his heart, but the emotions that surged like a tide left him with nowhere to escape.

He recalled the first time he met Zheng Xiyan. Her smile was like a mark engraved in his heart, which could not be erased. He smiled self-deprecatingly and thought to himself, "What's wrong with me?"

He closed his eyes, trying to erase those images from his mind, however, those memories were like stubborn vines, tightly wrapped around his heart.

He sighed, turned around and walked back to the room, sat back at the table, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He picked up the pen, the tip of the pen jumped on the paper, as if it had life, gradually sketching out a portrait of a woman. That was Zheng Xiyan, the woman who made his heart beat.

He stopped writing and looked at the person in the painting. The portrait of Zheng Xiyan was lifelike, as if she was right in front of him. Her eyes were clear and bright, as if she could see through people's hearts; her smile was as warm as spring, making people yearn for her. Looking at this portrait, an inexplicable emotion surged in the heart of King Xiang, which was a deep longing for Zheng Xiyan and an unspeakable love.

He has been deeply bound by this emotion. He can't forget Zheng Xiyan and can't stop thinking about her. At the same time, he also understands that this emotion will bring her endless pain.

King Xiang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. He tried to calm himself down, but the emotions in his heart were surging like a tide and difficult to calm down.

He opened his eyes again and looked at Zheng Xiyan's portrait firmly. The woman in the portrait seemed to be really standing in front of him, with clear eyes and a warm smile that made people's heart beat. King Xiang's eyes revealed a complex emotion, with both deep longing for Zheng Xiyan and helplessness and emotion about their fate.

He sighed softly and said slowly: "We met too late, it's really not meant to be!" His voice was filled with endless regret and helplessness. Although he had deep feelings for Zheng Xiyan, their identities and situations meant that they could not be together. This love was destined to be buried in his heart and became his eternal regret.