The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Xie Lin did not answer, his misty eyes focused only on her.

He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't, he didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Qi, let's go home." Meng Xuanhe took his hand, and the self-blame and guilt that rose in her heart almost paralyzed her limbs.

Now they were still in the palace, the later they left, the greater the risk. Not allowing Meng Xuanhe to linger any longer, she grabbed him, pulled him up from the ground, and ran away from the shadows, running into the bright and beautiful sunlight outside the palace.

The carriage prepared by Ying Wugui for them had already been parked at the gate of Weiyang Palace. The coachman kept his head down, and when doing things under the eyes of Master Wugui, he had to follow nine words.

Can't see, can't hear, can't speak.

Even when Meng Xuanhe and Xie Lin got on the carriage, the coachman didn't even look up. After the two of them were seated, the coachman flicked the whip in his hand and drove the carriage slowly towards Chengtian Gate.

This carriage belonged to Ying Wugui, and everyone in the palace knew it. So almost no one dared to stop and watch, and they all walked past quickly with their heads down.

The journey was smooth and Meng Xuanhe understood that all this should have been arranged by Ying Wugui. Although it was just a deal with him, she was able to take Xie Lin away from the palace so smoothly, and Meng Xuanhe still thanked him from the bottom of her heart.

The two of them were silent in the carriage. Xie Lin was still in a daze, only focusing his eyes on Meng Xuanhe, as if he could no longer do anything else.

It was not until they returned to the princess's mansion that the gatekeeper saluted her.

Lin Zhao was waiting eagerly at the gate, watching Meng Xuanhe and Xie Lin return safely, and a thousand doubts flashed through his mind.

"Your Highness, is this person the same as the rumors outside?" Lin Zhaoben was Meng Ziyan's man, and he couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Xie Lin.

Meng Xuanhe smiled gently, but her smile was so shallow that it seemed as if a breeze could dissipate it.

"I think the eunuch should know about this. The emperor allowed us to leave the palace so easily. The rumors are naturally self-defeating." Meng Xuan stared at Lin Zhao with calm and deep eyes, making Lin Zhao feel uneasy.

Damn, they were able to come back so quickly, I guess Meng Ziyan must have made up his mind.

"This whole world belongs to the king. I think Eunuch Lin knows this better than I do." Meng Xuan had the same expression and voice as before, but with a sense of oppression and anger added.

Lin Zhao had always relied on being Meng Ziyan's man and had never been too arrogant towards her. This kind of criticism had never happened before, and Meng Xuanhe really felt sorry for Xie Lin. This time, she was so angry that she said such words.

She was angry at Meng Ziyan's arbitrariness and absurdity for locking Xie Lin up in the dark Weiyang Palace. She was also angry that she was the culprit of this farce.

If she hadn't escaped to Yangzhou, he would have been able to protect Xie Lin.

All along, Meng Xuan was oppressed by reason and carefulness, and now she found an outlet to vent her anger, so she poured it all out on Lin Zhao. And she used Meng Ziyan as an excuse, leaving Lin Zhao with no room to refute.

Meng Xuanhe's hand never let go of Xie Lin, and she was still holding his wrist, feeling his cold temperature gradually warming up. She took him to her bedroom instead of the West Pavilion.

The warm wind lifted his black hair, and his thick eyelashes were clearly visible and trembling slightly, covering his broken eyes.

"Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi?" Meng Xuanhe's calling out to him was of no use. He suddenly clasped the boy's shoulders with both hands and shook his body vigorously.

Xie Lin's dim eyes finally showed some color. He opened his lips slightly, and his usually gentle voice was tinged with a bone-chilling breath for the first time.

"why?"

The hurt in Xie Lin's eyes was concealed in an instant. Meng Xuanhe stared at the boy in front of her, as if the coldness was just her illusion.

"sorry."

Meng Xuanhe didn't know what to say when facing his question. She opened her lips slightly, and had thousands of words to say, but in the end, they turned into these three simple words.

"I thought that the princess didn't want me anymore. Or maybe, it's more than just a thought." A trace of indifference flashed across Xie Lin's pale and sickly face, and he smiled gently.

"I didn't." Meng Xuanhe lowered his head and was about to explain this matter when he heard his voice again.

"During the time you were gone, I looked for you in the princess's mansion. But no one knew where you were. It suddenly occurred to me that I seemed to have been in the dark all along."

"I think this period of time is just a dream. In fact, I have long been accustomed to the darkness, but why do I feel lost now?"

Xie Lin's calm voice echoed in her ears.

Meng Xuanhe's heart sank unconsciously. Maybe it was only half a month for her. But Xie Lin didn't know how long he stayed alone in the dark. In the end, what he waited for was not her arrival, but the troops sent by Meng Ziyan, who locked him in a dark room.

Maybe, maybe...

If Ying Wugui had not taken action, Xie Lin would probably have been in great danger.

Meng Xuanhe closed his eyes, feeling even more guilty. Compared to physical torture, mental torture is more insane, not to mention Xie Lin's state of being poisoned.

"I went to Yangzhou to handle some things. I didn't mean to leave." Meng Xuanhe explained to him, not knowing whether he could listen.

She lowered her eyes and did not look at Xie Lin. She only heard a light sigh from above her head, and a pair of hands as strong as iron suddenly pulled her directly into his arms.

Xie Lin held her tightly in his arms, greedily feeling the scent at his nose.

Before she knew it, the boy who in her eyes needed her protection already had such broad and strong arms that could hold her petite body tightly in his arms.

The hot breath fell on her neck, as if a magical electric current passed through her body, and a tingling sensation pierced into her heart.

"stay with me."

forever......

He placed his big, broad hands on the girl's soft hair, locking her head tightly so that she couldn't move.

Meng Xuanhe realized for the first time that she was so powerless facing Xie Lin. She had always been avoiding that feeling, and her reason always prevailed over her emotions.

In this uncertain era, in the turbulent royal family, she carefully sought her own place.

Meng Xuan and a person were in the fog, everything here was so unfamiliar. And Xie Lin was also in the dark.

She was saving Xie Lin, but she was also saving herself from the fog.

But she and Xie Lin were not from the same world after all. The Nanmeng and Beiliang dynasties were just a dream to her. When Xie Lin unified the two countries, auspicious signs appeared and strange phenomena fell from the sky, she would eventually go back.

He lost his true heart in vain in this dream. With Meng Xuanhe's intelligence, how could he allow such a thing to happen?

However, emotions were never something that could be suppressed by reason. Her intelligence and reason, which she was proud of, vanished the moment she saw Xie Lin in Weiyang Palace.

Even though she knew that one day she would no longer be in this world, even though she knew that Xie Lin would go back to Beiliang with Li Chuan and completely forget about the past.

She didn't want to go against her heart anymore.

The only thing Meng Xuanhe wants to do now is to stay with him in the little time left.

She wants to help Xie Lin plan his future.

If she could see Xie Lin ascend to a position above thousands of people in the future, it would be a shining scene in this wonderful adventure.