Qiaoyue saw that her lady's long hair was loose, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

But when Yun Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, holding the fourth prince Wuyou's hand in both hands, tears burst out from his eyes to greet New Year's greetings, and he immediately panicked.

"Miss, you..."

Yun Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head slightly.

Qiaoyue stopped talking and heard the footsteps of many people outside the room.

Then he heard Sun Meng, who had been guarding outside the room, whisper loudly: "Long live the emperor!!!"

Yun Sheng's lips raised slightly, with a hint of sarcastic smile, and Qiaoyue was so concise that she immediately whispered: "Miss, Miss, you... stop crying, take care of your health! If you cry again, who will take care of the Fourth Prince, Miss!!!"

Qiaoyue's voice was loud and sad, and the footsteps outside the room also paused.

The sarcastic smile on Yun Sheng's lips was even more intense, but in those bright and deep eyes, the tears were like beads with broken threads, and they kept wetting the exquisite skirt on their body.

Her face is fair and beautiful, her thin and scorching lips smiled, but her eyes were silently crying. The scene was strange and heartbreaking.

Yun Sheng glanced at Qiaoyue with admiration, then looked at Wuyou, the fourth prince who was unconscious on the bed.

The slender fingers tightly held the Fourth Prince Wuyou's hand in his hand, the joints turned white, and the clear skin was pale and the light blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

And it seemed that due to sadness and fear, my hands trembled slightly.

Tears kept falling silently, wetting a big piece of the skirt on her knees. Qiaoyue beside her was holding a handkerchief in one hand, sobbing while comforting her lady.

The master and servant looked sad, which made people feel pity.

The emperor entered the room and saw this scene.

Yun Sheng had a quick ear and eyes and had already heard the footsteps of everyone entering the door, but he seemed to have never heard of it, and he still looked at his unconscious husband on the bed with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Miss, you must be relieved, Miss." Qiaoyue added fuel to the fire at the right time.

"Bold, I won't get up to greet you when I see the lord."

A sharp voice sounded.

The master and servant turned around in surprise.

Yun Shengchang's hair was loose and his eyes were swollen. There were two lines of tears hanging on his clear cheeks. On the long and thick eyelashes, a teardrop was about to fall, which was particularly pitying. She opened her thin lips slightly, and her eyes were full of surprise: "Master!!!"

Yun Sheng hurriedly got up, but seemed to have shaken because of his poor health. Qiaoyue hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and the two gave a gift.

Yun Sheng's voice was quiet and hoarse: "My son, please pay tribute to your father!"

This time, without any flaws, was naturally not as cute as ever, which fully reflected a weak woman's sadness and sadness due to the misfortune at home and her husband's inactivity, her physical strength was shaky, her eyes were blurred, and she had no intention of plastic surgery.

When the emperor entered the door, he looked cold, but when he saw Yun Sheng with such a stern look, he couldn't help but feel that she was just a weak woman.

The emperor took a step forward and Xu Fu Yunsheng said, "Get up." His tone was quite pity.

Qiaoyue helped her lady up.

Yun Sheng's long hair was pouring down like an ink-colored waterfall. Yun Sheng was slightly weak and pinned his long hair behind his ears, lowered his eyebrows and looked down and bowed: "My son lost his manners in front of him."
Chapter completed!