Rebirth on the wedding night, being doted on by the scumbag elder brother

He once thought that he would never be able to set foot on this land again, but now he has returned unexpectedly. However, Ah Ying can no longer witness all this.

Recalling Aying's firm belief and support, she always believed that he would return to the palace, but she was addicted to alcohol and sex at that time and failed to meet her expectations.

"Aying..." Baili Lin called in a low voice, his eyes full of self-blame and regret.

"I am back."

The carriage slowly drove into the palace, and the old eunuch led him straight to the imperial study.

Standing outside the door, Baili Lin had a calm expression, but his clenched fists revealed the turmoil in his heart. Through the heavy wooden door, he seemed to be able to feel the oppressive atmosphere in the house.

In the imperial study, the old eunuch was reporting to the emperor on the process of finding the deposed prince.

Upon hearing the news, the emperor was shocked. He had been busy with palace affairs recently and had overlooked the whereabouts of the deposed prince.

Upon learning that Crown Princess Song Xuying had been unfortunately murdered, the Emperor was in disbelief. He gripped the armrests of his chair tightly with both hands, unable to calm down for a long time.

"What did you say? Xueying is really gone?" The emperor's voice was filled with disbelief.

The old eunuch bowed his head to confirm.

The emperor's face turned pale, and he slammed the table in anger and said, "What on earth is going on? Qing'an Temple was attacked. Who did it? Where are the guards?"

"Your Majesty, the assassin is extremely skilled in martial arts and the guards of Qing'an Temple were all seriously injured." replied the old eunuch.

The emperor was silent for a moment, his anger still lingering: "Investigate thoroughly! We must find out who is behind this!

Although the prince was deposed, he is still of royal blood. Someone dared to assassinate him. This is not only an attack on the prince, but also a provocation to the imperial power!"

After calming down a bit, the emperor asked, "Where is the prince now?"

"Waiting outside the door." The old eunuch replied respectfully.

"Let him in." The emperor sighed and said with a complicated expression.

Baili Lin stood outside the imperial study, his straight figure exuding an imperceptible nervousness. His dark eyes were deep as he stared at the tightly closed wooden door, his mind full of thoughts.

Soon, the door creaked open. The old eunuch said respectfully, "Your Highness, please come in."

Baili Lin stepped in, his eyes swept across the room and fell on his long-lost father.

I used to think that meeting my father could only happen in my dreams, but today it has become a reality. He only took a quick glance and then lowered his head and walked forward.

When the emperor saw that his clothes were tattered and even stained with blood, he frowned slightly and a complicated expression appeared in his eyes.

"Your Highness," Baili Lin said in a low voice, with a barely perceptible bitterness in his words. He had been stripped of his status as the crown prince and could no longer address his father as the emperor.

"Do you know the mastermind behind the assassination at Qing'an Temple?" the emperor asked, his voice heavy.

"I don't know."

Baili Lin's answer was brief and powerful. When he mentioned this, a chill emanated from his whole body and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

He swore to find out the truth and seek justice for Aying!

Baili Lin hid the coldness in his heart deep inside, not letting anyone see it.

The emperor sighed and said, "I will order a thorough investigation of this matter and will give an explanation. Also, where is Xueying buried?"

Hearing this name, Baili Lin's body trembled slightly. Although his heart was filled with coldness and the flame of revenge, Aying's name always touched the most tender part of his heart.

He tried to control his emotions and answered in a low voice: "On the top of the mountain. Because she said she liked the scenery there."

Aying once said that even if she left this world, she wanted to be buried in the highest place so that she could see him and protect him at any time.

That night, as her body temperature gradually disappeared, Baili Lin held her in his arms, climbed to the top of the mountain step by step, and built an eternal home for her with his own hands.

Thinking of this, his hands began to tremble involuntarily, and his palms were full of scars left by digging.

The emperor looked at Baili Lin trying hard to suppress his grief, and felt a surge of sympathy in his heart.

"Alas, the dead cannot be resurrected. May Xueying rest in peace in the nine springs!"

Baili Lin did not respond, but just lowered his head in silence.

He knew very well that he owed Ah Ying too much, and if there was an afterlife, he would definitely treat her a hundred times better.

Therefore, he could not forget and had to engrave the memory of An Ning into his bones, and would never forget it even if it turned into dust.

There was silence in the imperial study. The emperor looked at Baili Lin and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself several times.

Finally, it was the old eunuch who gently reminded: "Your Majesty."

To save the Thirteenth Princess and the Seventh Prince, the prince's blood is needed to make the antidote.

The emperor said in a deep voice: "You should have heard about what happened in the palace."

"Yes." Baili Lin responded calmly, his expression as calm as water.

"Only the blood of the royal family can be made into an antidote. Now the prince has been poisoned. You are the only one who can provide blood."

Hearing this, Baili Lin's heart was shocked, and he clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, but he did not feel any pain.

"Are you willing?" The emperor hesitated.

Baili Lin raised his head and said firmly: "Then use my blood!"

"Are you sure?" asked the emperor.

Baili Lin smiled bitterly: "I have made too many mistakes. This may be a chance for God to redeem me. I am willing to use my blood to save the Thirteenth Princess and the Seventh Prince."

He clenched his fists even tighter, blood seeping out of his palms, but he was completely unaware.

He was determined to seize this opportunity to stay in the palace.

The emperor nodded with satisfaction: "Good, what a good boy." In this way, there was hope of finding the antidote.

"Your Majesty," the old eunuch suggested in a low voice.

"Let's talk about blood collection tomorrow."

Seeing Baili Lin’s exhausted face, the emperor agreed: “Okay, let’s set it for tomorrow. Gao De, take him to rest.”

"As you wish." replied the old eunuch.

Baili Lin followed the old eunuch out of the imperial study.

The old eunuch was hesitant and didn't know how to accommodate this special guest. It was obviously inappropriate to send him to the Prince's Palace.

Baili Lin took the initiative to ask to go to the cold palace where he was previously under house arrest.

The old eunuch looked at him and finally agreed, thinking that this was the most appropriate arrangement.

"Your Highness, please take a rest. I will come back tomorrow."

"Ah."

After the old eunuch left, Baili Lin looked around.

This is the place where he and Aying have lived together for ten years. Her shadow is hidden in every corner. He pushed open the door of the cold palace. The courtyard was piled with fallen leaves, which looked particularly desolate.

However, the pear trees in the yard are still lush, and the white flowers emit a faint fragrance.

Looking at the pear tree, Baili Lin seemed to see the smiling woman sitting beside the stone table again, calling out softly, "Prince."

He walked towards the stone table involuntarily. But the scene in front of him quickly disappeared, and there were only fallen leaves on the stone table, and no one was there.

Baili Lin’s face became darker and darker, his eyes filled with sadness and loss.

Aying has left.

He walked into the room with heavy steps, and a musty smell hit him in the face.

He closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly slid down, finally sitting on the cold ground.