Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!

Chapter 260: Song Qianhang (Extra) 3

Fine, just give it to her.

I hid in the corner, waiting for the maid to finish cooking the sobering soup and return, feeling a sense of relief.

I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t help turning back to look, scenes flashing in my mind of her reaching out to catch the snow, smiling.

I feel like I might be ill, and quite severely so.

Because that night, I stood in the snow, building a so-called snowman for her, trying to make her happy.

...

The next day, I caught a cold and called for a doctor to come over to the mansion.

But Su Juan completely forgot about last night’s events, even thinking that the snowman I built for her in the wind and snow looked quite ugly. Watching the Buddha beads she took from my hands last night on her wrist, I felt a strange sensation in my heart, indescribable.

When I saw my older brother, I felt uneasy, fearing he would find out about last night’s events.

Since that day, I’ve subconsciously started avoiding Su Juan because thoughts of her would inexplicably pop into my mind, and I often dreamt about her at night. I have to admit, I’ve indeed developed some other feelings.

In the Capital, storybooks were popular, and there was one that was exactly like Su Juan, with the characters in reality being directly copied into the book.

That day, I also read it, and the content left me dumbfounded, my heart beating rapidly.

Just as I was engrossed in it, Su Juan got up and stood by my side, glanced at the storybook in my hand...

[What nonsense is this!]

I was so startled that I immediately closed the storybook in my hand.

I felt incredibly flustered, my mind full of the storybook’s content, hurriedly poured two cups of wine to calm myself down.

Afraid that others would discern the thoughts hidden in my heart that couldn’t be revealed.

I know, I’m truly ill, with no cure.

...

On the day Su Juan divorced, I went to my elder brother to ask for the divorce document on her behalf. I understood my elder brother; if I didn’t get it back in time, he would surely delay indefinitely.

But what I did not expect was that after she went to Xu State once and returned, everything changed before I even had time to sort out my emotions.

I hadn’t expected that my biological father was actually Pei Lianshan, whose family was executed years ago for treason, and I was the one who was saved.

The blood case of the family weighed on me before I had time to digest it all, and I was pushed onto a path of no return.

I cannot overturn the case for the Pei Family, because once my background is exposed, Prince Jing Mansion would face annihilation, considered as harboring rebels, tantamount to rebellion.

Yet Su Juan said, if ever a day came when things changed, she would fulfill my wish and overturn the case for the Pei Family.

She kept her word, and eventually did it. I also restored my identity, but the Prince Mansion inevitably got implicated in my brother’s rebellion.

My brother was ordered to die, and my mother, being aware and not reporting it, was considered guilty of the same crime, a capital offense. I knelt in the prison for a long time, writing a letter in blood to plead for her.

Over twenty years of nurturing grace, how could I forget?

Your Majesty eventually spared her from the death penalty, allowing her to live and cultivate in Kaisan Temple, but because her son died and she lost her connection with her husband, having nothing left to hold on to, she cut off her hair, never to leave the temple again.

My father, knowing he had not taught his son well, felt too ashamed to face his brothers and requested to return to his fiefdom, never returning to the Capital.

When I woke up, the Capital had turned into a different picture, at least, my father and mother were alive, at least the Pei Family’s case was overturned.

But now, in the vast Capital City, I cannot return to the Prince Mansion, living alone in the Pei Mansion, the only one bearing the Pei surname.

I have nothing left; it’s all empty. I don’t even know what I can still do; I am desperately trying to grasp whatever I might still hold onto.

But Su Juan, in the end, never took a husband; she had no interest in romantic entanglements. I want to; she was always clear. I don’t need fame and fortune; I just want more companionship, to stay by her side, even without a legitimate title, even as we initially joked, as a family member.

In my current state, I no longer care about so-called principles, nor need her wealth; no matter who she is or what her identity, I want her.

But she still refused.

Many years passed in a flash; when news of her death reached me, my eyes welled with tears. In those times when we lived together day and night at the Prince Mansion, I always felt she didn’t belong there, that she would leave eventually.

But I am not the person who could hold her back; she was like the wind, coming and going, leaving nothing behind.

I often recall that snowy New Year’s Eve night, the most unforgettable snow of my life, a scene I would never witness again for the rest of my life.

Now, in this world, I’m truly alone.