The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Your Highness, don't worry. The child has a good appetite. She likes three meals a day, plus some desserts." Liu Mei stood aside and handed over a small plate of pastries for the child to eat with warm tea.

She is responsible for taking care of the child's daily life and is very clear about his or her preferences.

"I will send some charcoal tomorrow. The weather is getting colder and the children cannot stand the cold wind. Also, you should buy some new clothes for the winter."

Holding the child in his arms, You Mu pinched Shushu's nose and raised Liu Mei's treatment in this courtyard a little bit higher with his words.

"Thank you, Your Highness." To raise a child, the more expensive the food and clothing in the house, the better. Liu Mei did not refuse. Thinking of how Shushu had been asking for a father recently, she raised her eyes and asked for permission for the sake of the child:

"Your Highness, would you like to stay for dinner? Shushu is always thinking of you."

"Daddy, stay." Shushu understood what he said. She nestled in You Mu's arms and looked at him eagerly, looking so pitiful.

"Okay, I'll accompany Shushu." It had been a long time since You Mu had been able to have a simple meal with the child. Seeing the child's bright eyes, he agreed.

Lou Jian's elder sister was frightened and gave birth prematurely. The child was orphaned and extremely weak when she was born. He was almost in despair at the time, but when he looked at the weak child in the cradle during his illness, the moment the other's little hand took the initiative to grab his fingertips, a little warmth aroused his determination to live.

The house was warm and the children's laughter was contagious, but the wind outside was cold and the warmth of their bodies could not be felt.

"Your Highness, he is still outside..." Qingzan spoke in a low voice, pointing at the person outside the door curtain.

Although the voice was not loud, it reached the ears of Lou Jian outside the door. He moved his earlobes, wanting to hear the prince's response.

But the person who originally had a soft voice lowered his tone and said, "Take him back."

"……Yes."

Qingzan glanced secretly and the person outside the window seemed even more lost.

But whatever His Highness said was the truth, so Qingzan had to nod, lift the windscreen, pull the person away, and send him back to his residence.

The palace wall was desolate, and the red plum blossom that had jumped out of the corner had shed many petals. It leaned alone in the corner, looking extremely lonely.

On the way back, Lou Jian was silent as usual.

Qingzan turned her head and looked back from time to time, and always felt that this person seemed to be about to cry.

She rubbed her hair, but Qingzan was not good at comforting people and could not think of any nice words to make the other person feel better.

"By the way, didn't you want to find a tree last time? There are a lot of transplanted trees in Sister Liu's yard just now. Is there one you want?" After racking her brains, Qingzan remembered the tree that Lou Jian had been looking for like crazy before.

It would have been better if he hadn't said this. Once he said it, Qingzan felt that the man's face looked even uglier. Although, a face with scars couldn't show too many emotions.

"The...she you are talking about...is the one just now..." After hearing the new name from Qingzan's mouth, Lou Jian actually guessed it a little bit, but still couldn't help asking masochistically.

"Well, Sister Liu came a little later. His Highness asked her to take care of Shushu."

Lou Jian stopped asking and walked with stiff hands and feet.

He had no right to say anything. When he was Lou Jian in the past, he could only be a companion and a subject. Now, even that little bond was gone.

I don't know when I returned to the bedroom, nor do I know how long I sat there, until Jiang Ya's voice rang in my ears. When Lou Jian just came back to his senses, it was already dark outside.

"Sir, please follow me."

Lou Jian's thoughts froze. He stood up and followed Jiang Ya away. After they walked out of the courtyard and reached the street corner in the darkness, he asked blankly:

"...Where are we going?"

"As His Highness ordered, I will escort you out of the palace and leave Kyoto." Jiang Ya replied, sword in hand.

“…He wants…to let me go?” Not sure if it was a question or a statement, Lou Jian paused, lowered her head and looked at the white snow beneath her feet, her eyelashes trembling as she tried hard to hold back her tears.

"Your Highness is thinking about the safety of the young master." Jiang Ya turned his head and saw Lou Jian stopped and tried to persuade him.

Lou Jian remained silent for a long time before taking another step. However, her feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and each step required a great deal of energy.

Following the path, Jiang Ya took him to a remote place under the palace wall, where a carriage was parked next to the wall.

Reaching out and holding Lou Jian's sword horizontally, Jiang Ya took out the mask from his bosom and handed it over: "His Highness said that he broke your mask, so this is considered as an apology."

There was no light in the night, so Lou Jian reached out to take it and covered the scar on his left side.

"Follow the shopping team out of the palace. Someone from the outside world will pick you up and take you out of Beijing." Pointing in a direction, sending someone there, Jiang Ya turned and left.

Lou Jian stood beside the carriage holding a sword, looking a little hesitant.

The curtain inside the carriage was lifted, and taking advantage of the night, the two jumped out of the carriage, and immediately approached Lou Jian when they saw him.

"Zhu boy, are you hurt?"

"It seems that there is nothing serious. This palace is really not a place for people to stay. I see that he has lost a lot of weight in just half a month."

Someone pinched her cheek and she heard a familiar voice before Lou Jian recognized the person.

"Uncle Lin, Aunt Feng? Didn't you... already leave?" The fireworks would not be released easily, and Lou Jian thought that these people had successfully escaped.

"...I was originally going to leave, but...something went wrong." Feng Sanniang smoothed the hair around her neck and smiled awkwardly.

He originally wanted to escape during the chaos, but after setting off the fireworks, he was caught again.

They were not members of the Qinghe Sect, but the Qinghe Sect had many connections in the martial arts world, so the two parties were familiar with each other. They were arrested this time because they were implicated.

But it's strange, after being captured, except for being starved for a few meals, which made her look pale and thin, these gangsters didn't receive any punishment.

They were captured and forced Feng Sanniang to start her old business of making fireworks and firecrackers. However, before they finished, someone informed them that they could leave.

"We should not stay here for long. Let's go first." Although he did not know the intention of the prince's move, he was lucky to leave the palace. Uncle Lin looked around and did not see any ambush, but he still had doubts and did not want to stay any longer.

Feng Sanniang pulled Lou Jian into the carriage and drove away.

But she couldn't pull it. She turned her head and looked in confusion, and saw that the young man's face, which was originally half in the dark, seemed to have finally made a decision.

Raising his eyes, Lou Jian looked at the two elders and shook his head.

"Aunt Feng, please leave the palace. I won't leave."

"Hey...you kid..." Feng Sanniang didn't understand what was going on and just thought that the child was making trouble.

Uncle Lin, on the other hand, knew more. He paused and looked at Lou Jian for a while, then asked to confirm: "Have you thought it through?"

"I've thought it through. I must stay. Uncle Lin, thank you for your care before. Aunt Hefeng, please leave quickly."

After making the decision, the huge rock that was blocking her heart dissipated. Lou Jian finally calmed down. She said goodbye to the two of them, turned around and walked back, her steps steady and quick.

There are loved ones in the East Palace, and he cannot give them up.

"...No more persuasion?" Seeing that she was about to be freed, in the blink of an eye, she saw the other party returning to the high wall. Feng Sanniang sighed.

"This is his choice. Let's go, otherwise we will miss the time." Uncle Lin glanced at the figure hidden in the dark, took Feng Sanniang into the carriage, and drove away.