The prince is hard to serve

In this room, there was an atmosphere and furnishings that Mu Ziling was extremely familiar with. He had lived here for so many years, and these things made him feel very at ease and comfortable at this moment.

This is his home, the place where he lived since he was a child, and his father is here...

Thinking of this, Mu Ziling finally couldn't help it, his nose felt sore, his hands tied the corners of the quilt tightly, and big teardrops rolled down from his red eyes.

He wept silently.

Now, he can finally vent his anger without thinking about anything——

He left the palace and went home.No one will stare at him all the time, no one will pay attention to him all the time, and he doesn't need to be so cautious.

This is the first time Mu Ziling has cried. Even in his last life, he was forced to drink the bitterest and bitterest poisonous wine in the world. Shed a tear.

However, at this moment, he was crying like a child, helpless and sad... He was also crying very wantonly, without trying to control or suppress it at all.

Ah Lin has never seen his young master crying, and suddenly, Yuanyuan's face wrinkled, he shook his head, and after realizing it, he immediately handed over a clean handkerchief in a hurry.

"My lord, wipe your tears away."

Then, after thinking for a while, he put his head closer and asked worriedly, "Young Master, are you feeling uncomfortable again?" Otherwise, why would Young Master cry so sadly?

Blinking his eyes twice, Ah Lin puffed his cheeks and looked at Mu Ziling worriedly, feeling very melancholy and very sad——

It wasn't long before his son recovered from the poisoning, he was already in poor health, and now he vomited blood and fell into a coma for some reason, if it was possible, he really wanted to suffer these sufferings instead of the son.

After crying hard to vent his anger, Mu Ziling already felt a lot better. At this time, he heard Ah Lin's caring words, and he blinked slowly, and then slowly let go of his curls. With a shrunken body, he raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face.

At this moment, although Mu Ziling's expression was still a little dazed and his whole body was very weak, his body no longer trembled, and a little color returned to his face.

Wiping away his tears, Mu Ziling remained silent for a long time, until he felt that his emotions had completely calmed down and he was no longer uncomfortable, then he turned his head, looked at Ah Lin, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "How did I come back? Where is Yan... Second Highness?"

His previous memory was broken after he returned to the palace. He remembered what Yan Wenhao had confessed to him. He felt a headache, and then a bloody smell rose in his throat...

After that, there is no more memory.

He knew that he might have passed out at the time.

However, he didn't know why he returned to Mu's residence, and why he was in his own room.

Flattening his lips, Ah Lin's tone still contained dissatisfaction, but his answer was well-behaved: "It was the Second Highness who brought you back from the coma, and His Highness carried you to the back of the room. , and went to the study with the master."

After a pause, he said again: "There is also Mr. Fu, he has gone to make medicine for you, young master."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling was stunned for a moment, and after pondering for a while, he asked again with doubts: "You just said that His Highness sent me back?" There was a particularly obvious surprise in his words.

"It's true, young master." Tilting his head, Ah Lin looked at his young master, although he was very puzzled, he still answered him honestly.

After confirming the answer, Mu Ziling slowly withdrew his gaze, lay on his back, staring blankly at the carvings on the top of the bed, but his thoughts had already turned rapidly.

I don't know what he thought of, Mu Ziling suddenly curled the corners of his lips sadly, and a very bitter smile appeared on his already pale face, which made his complexion even more ugly.

Probably because once he likes someone, it is easy to worry about gains and losses. Therefore, after hearing this answer, Mu Ziling couldn't help thinking, maybe Yan Wenhao no longer needs himself?

Otherwise, why send him home?

Thinking of this, his emotions that had been calmed down once again surged at the thought of this.

Uncomfortably hugging himself tightly, Mu Ziling felt as if a big hole had been broken in his heart, and felt chills all over his body. Suddenly, his expression changed, and then he coughed violently, followed by a sweet smell gushing out of his throat...

"Son—"

Shouting loudly, Ah Lin stared wide-eyed, watching his young master spit out a big mouthful of blood, and he looked like he couldn't breathe, he was terrified.

Liushen wandered around the house twice in vain, thinking that the doctor in the mansion should be arriving soon, Ah Lin calmed down a little bit, he stopped circling, and then hurriedly said: "My lord, wait a minute, I'll get you here The doctor brought it here."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned around and walked out quickly.

Ah Lin, who ran out in a hurry, bumped into Mu Yan's arms as soon as he got out of the archway.

"Why are you in such a panic?" Holding Ah Lin, Mu Yan frowned and looked at him: "But what's wrong, Young Master?"

Looking up and seeing Mu Yan, Ah Lin quickly told him that his young master had woken up, "Go and inform His Highness and the master, the young master is suffering again, I have to find a doctor quickly."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked around Mu Yan with windy feet, and ran away after a while.

When Mu Yan heard this, his eyes lit up with joy, and he hurried back to the study to tell Yan Wenhao and Mu Jiyan the news.

Meanwhile, inside the house.

Mu Ziling was lying on the bed, gritted his teeth hard, and closed his eyes to hide the sadness and bitterness in his eyes. He leaned slightly sideways and hugged himself tightly, as if that was the only way. Wiping the pain will relieve it.

Maintaining this movement for a long time, Mu Ziling remained motionless until he heard clear footsteps outside the door, and then he blinked and came back to his senses.

Suppressing the sadness and bitterness in his heart, Mu Ziling let go of the hands that encircled him. He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, sat up slowly, and leaned back on the head of the bed. He lowered his head, his thoughts But it was empty.

A person sat quietly until he heard footsteps approaching, then raised his head and looked at the person with a blank gaze, but after he saw who the person was, he quickly turned his head expressionlessly went back.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for being unwell and unable to salute you."

Mu Ziling's tone was cold, and this sentence was just a greeting.

Seeing this, Yan Wenhao was stunned for a moment, and his forward steps were forced to stop.

Standing ten steps away from Mu Ziling, Yan Wenhao stared intently at Mu Ziling, whose face was still pale and depressed at this time, the light in his eyes completely dissipated, leaving only the full cherish.

"Are you suffering again?"

Pursing his lips, Mu Ziling's voice was cold: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, I'm fine."

No matter how uncomfortable he was, he didn't want to show it in front of Yan Wenhao... Anyway, he wanted to keep the only dignity he had.

"Humble, I'm sorry..."

Listening to the indifference in Mu Ziling's words, Yan Wenhao hesitated and stood there, opened his mouth, and apologized again, his voice was very soft, with too much emotion mixed in.

"Your Highness does not need to apologize to me, you are not at fault."

Yes, what could be wrong with Yan Wenhao?

It was nothing more than using himself, who was just a stranger at the time, to achieve his own goals. If he was standing in that position and bearing such hatred, he would probably do the same—

Laughing self-deprecatingly, Mu Ziling lowered his head, eyes full of sadness.

Who can blame it?

To blame, it is also to blame him in the previous life for being trapped in a cocoon, not knowing people clearly, and eventually killing himself;

And what does this have to do with Yan Wenhao?

Mu Ziling clutched his chest, suppressing the bursts of bitterness in his heart, lowered his head, never looked at Yan Wenhao, pursed his lips tightly, and said indifferently: "Your Highness no longer needs me anymore. , but prepare a divorce letter to set me free?"

Clenching his fist tightly, Yan Wenhao's eyes flashed, and he screamed in his heart over and over again: No, I won't let you go free, you are mine, you can only be me, and you can only stay here for the rest of your life. by my side--

forever!

Forced himself to endure the strong emotion that was about to surge in his heart, the red light in Yan Wenhao's eyes gradually receded, he took a deep breath, and after a while, he said slowly: "Modest, you know, Just now, have you passed out?"

His tone was still filled with lingering fear, and there were countless guilt and apologies in his voice: "Before you suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma in the room, Imperial Doctor Pei diagnosed you and said that you were out of breath. Ease your emotions, stay calm..."

Couldn't help but take a step forward, Yan Wenhao's eyes had a gentle light: "I know you don't like to stay in the palace, you will feel depressed and uncomfortable, after thinking about it, I think you will probably I wanted to go home, so I brought you back."

Word by word, he was explaining to Mu Ziling why he brought him out of the palace.

——He was afraid that Mu Ziling would think too much, and misunderstood what he meant.

However, Mu Ziling listened, but didn't react at all, and didn't look at him.

A trace of pain flashed in Yan Wenhao's eyes, and Yan Wenhao couldn't help it, and said sadly again: "I'm sorry, humble, I'm really sorry, I know that no amount of apologies can make up for the harm I caused to you... If it wasn't for me, you shouldn't It's what it looks like now..."

Without stopping his words, Yan Wenhao continued to speak, his tone was pious, full of deep and indelible apology, his feet were getting closer and closer, and he was only one step away from Mu Ziling.