On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

But in a moment, Su'er was brought to Mu Wanyan's tent by Xiangqin.

As soon as he saw someone willing to seek justice for his master, he immediately knelt down and cried:

"Princess Chen, my princess is really not a spy. Please help my master to get revenge."

Mu Wanyan asked Xiangqin to help her, but she refused.

He tremblingly took out some poetry collections of Pei Yili and handed them to Mu Wanyan.

"Princess Qiluo has been familiar with the poems written by the Eighth Prince since she was in her boudoir. My mistress can recite almost every poem written by Prince Yi."

“She was not favored in Nanlan, but she really admired Prince Yi, so she asked the emperor for mercy and married him to Dafeng.

Su Er said, "My master has suffered so much for Prince Yi, and I thought that the clouds would finally clear and the moon would appear. But I never thought that she would be killed by Prince Yi himself while she was pregnant."

Tears fell like rain, and she kowtowed heavily to Mu Wanyan, "Princess Wanyan, I only ask you to help my master get revenge. I will repay you in my next life by working like a cow or a horse."

Mu Wanyan helped Su'er up and said, "Don't wait for the next life, repay me in this life."

"I will definitely help you get revenge."

Keeping a favor for her may help the little girl give up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

He then asked, "How does Prince Yi treat your master normally?"

Su'er roughly described the daily life of Qiluo and Pei Yili, and when she got excited, she couldn't help but spit.

"I thought Prince Yi was a master I could trust, but I didn't expect him to be such a heartless, ungrateful beast with a human face and a beastly heart."

Mu Wanyan hesitated for a moment, "I have a different opinion. I think Prince Yi may not be interested in your master."

I just love the country and myself more.

In other words, did Prince Yi really regard Qiluo as a spy?

Mu Wanyan showed sneer at the corner of her mouth. If Prince Yi really loved Qiluo, it would be easier to take revenge.

Pei Yili's eyes that looked through Princess Qiluo to the core, his repeated urge to hold her in his arms, and the smile that could not be stopped when their eyes met...

Mu Wanyan felt that it was impossible to pretend.

He must have feelings for Qiluo, and a lot of them.

Unlike Pei Mochen.

Only when she was dancing in sexy clothes would he develop a perverted possessive desire for her, calling it being a slut.

Bah, disgusting bastard, Pei Mochen is even more vicious than Prince Yi and Prince Yan.

Mu Wanyan: "It seems that Prince Yi actually loves your master."

Su Er wanted to open her mouth to refute, but she interrupted: "Don't be impatient. In fact, the more Prince Yi loves Qi Luo, the more beneficial it is to us."

Quickly taking out a pen and ink, "Su'er, do you have any letters or words written by Princess Qiluo herself? The more the better, and quickly."

Su Er: "Yes, the maid carries a lot with her."

She took out a thick stack of papers and handed them to Mu Wanyan, "Princess Chen, look, these are all poems that my master wrote down personally, all from that unfaithful man."

She took out a handkerchief and was about to cry again.

Mu Wanyan: "Don't cry, cheer up. Tell me what your master did for Pei Yili and when he did it."

She quickly gathered up her sleeves and long hair, "Be quick and concise."

After a moment's silence, he reminded her again: "You just need to state the facts, don't bring in any personal emotions."

So, Su'er told Mu Wanyan everything about her master.

Originally, every time she recalled a story, she would curse Pei Yili a few words.

However, when I saw Mu Wanyan very seriously and quickly write down the story of Princess Qiluo in the form of a notebook, I was shocked.

She was deeply shocked and no longer dared to vent her emotions and disturb Mu Wanyan.

Under Mu Wanyan's description, every single thing was full of affection and every sentence was heart-wrenching.

It was as if Princess Qiluo's girlish thoughts and her deep attachment to and love for Pei Yili were all restored on paper.

No, no, no, what Princess Wanyan wrote was so touching. The Qiluo in the letter loved Pei Yili even more than the real Qiluo.

The key to the key is, how was Princess Wanyan able to make all her handwriting, even the strokes, exactly the same as Princess Qiluo's?

How can this be an imitation? This is a real and vivid copy of a beautiful notebook.

Su'er stopped crying, took the meat bun handed to her by Xiang Qin, and ate it while blending into Mu Wanyan's concentration with high morale.

Mu Wanyan's forehead was covered with sweat and her hands were numb from writing, but she did not stop to rest for a moment.

It was not until around 3 p.m. that she recorded everything about Qiluo.

Xiang Qin was delighted and wanted Mu Wanyan to eat quickly.

Mu Wanyan waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, there is still one most important thing to do."

Pei Yili, the most honorable third prince of Dafeng Kingdom, must still think that Princess Qiluo is a spy, right?

Because they did go to the loquat forest at Lu Yan's instigation.

"I was going to die, but I sprained my foot by accident and didn't make it to the loquat forest."

Su Er stepped forward and said, "Princess Chen, I know what happened that day."

Mu Wanyan: "You don't need to say anything, I know this better than anyone else."

So, after brewing her emotions for a while, Mu Wanyan picked up the brush again.

……

In a moment, she had written on the last page of the diary, from Princess Qiluo's perspective, how Lu Yan came to see her, and how she agreed to Lu Yan's suggestion because of Pei Yili's hobby of eating wild loquats.

It’s all written down on paper.

When everything was done, Mu Wanyan was still worried.

She then asked Xiang Qin to step on the notebook repeatedly.

Then he lit a candle and, according to the time recorded on the notebook, he baked the paper carefully over the candlelight for a while, so that the paper would form different levels of yellowing.

It really looks exactly like an old notebook.

At this point, a notebook record belonging to Princess Qiluo was completed perfectly.

Mu Wanyan: "I heard that Prince Yi has suffered from heart disease since childhood. Although it is not very serious, but——"

She gave an obscure smile and handed the letter to Su'er.

"Go ahead, I believe you know what to do."

Su'er understood Mu Wanyan's intention, and she burst into tears with excitement, and kowtowed several times to her benefactor.

She knew exactly what she was going to do.

She wanted to put this notebook in Princess Qiluo's bag, in an inconspicuous place where Pei Yili would definitely find it.

-

Prince Yi's tent.

Because of Nanny Yuan's death, the Emperor allowed Pei Yili to stop hunting.

However, people cannot leave Yushan Paddock, because tomorrow, Lin Xiang's daughter will come to the Paddock to meet Pei Yili.

Late at night, Pei Yili felt unbearable heartache, as it was the moment when he missed Qiluo the most.

He sat up, and while crying, he touched the things that Qiluo had used when she was alive.

"This is Luo'er's favorite lip balm..." A smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"This is Luo'er's favorite hairpin..." She touched it and shed tears.

Opening the closet, "This is Luo'er's favorite pajamas to wear at night..."

He covered his chest and tears welled up in his eyes.

He said to himself, "Fool, do you really think that I consummated my marriage with you because of these pajamas?"

This king deserves to die. I have never told you that I love you. This king really deserves it.

Pei Yili stroked the clothes that smelled of silk, each of which witnessed every moment they had spent together.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he was deeply attracted by something.

"Notes?"

"Is this Luo'er's notebook?"

Pei Yili's hands began to tremble. He picked up the letter and found that it was indeed Qiluo's handwriting. He was stunned for a moment.

He didn't dare to look at it, he really didn't dare to open it at all.

Luo Er is Nanlan's spy, so the contents recorded in her notebook must only be her use of me and her deliberate schemes over the years.

Even if he didn't look, he could still pretend that she loved him.

If you really watch it, then even those remaining good memories will be gone.

Pei Yili put the letter on the charcoal fire and prepared to burn it.

In the end, he couldn't overcome his curiosity and opened Qiluo's notes with trembling hands.

One page, two pages, three pages...

"what--"