More than ten years later, he walked in here again.

He could even see his young self childishly trying to measure the length of the wall.

He opened his arms and ran from beginning to end, then ran back and said, "Concubine, Xi'er can't measure it, it's so long."

"Silly boy, you will understand when you grow up."

When he grows up, he will no longer be qualified to measure the length of the wall here.

However, the palace road was only a dozen steps away from them, and he wanted to laugh a little.

How long is a dozen steps?

The footsteps overlapped and crisscrossed, heading upwards into the Chengqian Palace.

The man in Chengqian Palace held a picture scroll in his hand and sighed for a while.

"If Your Majesty needs it, I will always be there."

He couldn't remember how many birthdays this was without her.

Every year after the excitement, he would sit alone in the palace, missing the person who was as elegant as the moonlight.

The first person he cared about was also the first woman he killed with his own hands.

Of the fifteen sons, only fourteen are present now.

"Father."

Song Chen sighed, put away the scroll in his hand, and turned around, "Yuanming, do you have something to tell my father?"

His son rarely talked to him in the past. Most of the time, he took the opportunity to teach him to think more carefully. He listened with a smile and said casually, and the son understood.

When he turned around, he realized that there were two people in front of him. One of them was wearing a white mask, which looked a little mysterious in the moonlight.

"This is?"

Song Chen frowned, but Song Yuanming knelt down first.

"My son, I hid something from my father, and my crime deserves death. I beg my father to punish me."

"What's the matter?"

"About Fourth Brother."

At this time, Pei Lin's slender hand touched the mask, and the next moment he took off the mask under Song Chen's shocked eyes.

Behind him was the bright moonlight, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a pool of moonlight.

Song Chen's hands couldn't stop trembling. He seemed to have seen her, and he seemed to have seen him too.

Very similar, as if, he had been very similar to her mother and concubine since childhood.

However, her mother-in-law's eyes were as gentle as water, but the person in front of her was cold and sharp.

"Who are you?"

"Father."

When he spoke, Song Chen stumbled and held on to the table behind him, "Yuan Xi?"

Pei Lin raised his lips slightly, but nodded calmly in front of him.

The man in front of him had gray hair on his temples and was much older. His excited look made him want to laugh.

Didn't he destroy everything with his own hands? But now he looks very much looking forward to seeing him.

I am really old. I have thought about the days when my children will be at my knees, and then I think about his son who is far away from home.

There was an eerie silence in the hall. Song Yuanming was the only nervous person. He didn't know what the consequences of his reckless behavior today would be.

"Xi, Xi'er, Xi'er! You, when did you come back, didn't you tell your father?"

Pei Lin turned sideways to avoid his trembling outstretched hand, "Reply to my father, two months ago."

There were tears in Song Chen's eyes. He thought he would never see his most beloved son again in this life.

"It's good to be back. It's great to be back. I will tell the world tomorrow and welcome you into the palace."

"If the father wants his son to die soon, he can do this."

Pei Lin spoke unceremoniously, and his determined look was really funny. The dignified emperor of the Song Dynasty did not even have the right to bring back his son, and could not make the decision on his own. He wanted to kill first and then report later, just like burning the boat.

How pitiful.

It's not that he doesn't know that he's being hindered in his actions, it's just a pity that his mother and concubine have sacrificed their lives for him, how can the person in front of him still live like this?

Song Chen was stunned and lowered his head. His guilt was fermenting over the years. If he could, he would like to kneel down and beg his son for forgiveness.

He really had no choice back then.

"Father, I brought my fourth brother here today because I have important matters to discuss with you."

Song Yuanming opened his mouth and spread the poison he had found from the incense ashes on the table, "Father, do you feel that you have been very weak recently and can't lift your spirits, and you are prone to night sweats and dreams at night?"

Song Chen stared at the ashes in the white cloth in his hand and knew what he wanted to say.

"I hate it too."

"My son has a way, but I don't know if my father is willing to believe it."

Song Chen raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. It was only today that he felt that his most unreliable son was not what he seemed.

Not to mention that he could not intervene in the harem, the previous dynasty was controlled by the two He brothers. He had long had a pure heart, but he was suffering from being trapped.

"Yuan Ming tells me, I have plenty of time to listen."

"yes!"

The three people in the main hall are like a stable triangle, and relatives connected by blood are on the same boat.

It's already late for the banquet to end, and now it's even darker all around.

Bai Yan waited for a long time but didn't see them come out, so she could only pass the time by flapping her feet and chatting casually with Xiao Cui.

"Brothers and sisters."

Some familiar sounds made the movements of her feet pause. Bai Yan secretly lamented that she wouldn't be able to carry it like this, and this could happen to her.

But she still turned around with a gentle smile and said, "Your Highness."

Song Yuanhe smiled slightly and nodded at her, took a step forward and sat opposite her, "Why are my brothers and sisters here? Are you waiting for Yuanming?"

"Um."

"Is something wrong with Yuan Ming?"

"I don't know."

Bai Yan lowered her head as she spoke. She really didn't know, and naturally she couldn't see any signs of lying.

Song Yuanhe smiled again, "Are my brothers and sisters from the Song Dynasty?"

"yes."

"Then at the temple fair next month, will Yuan Ming and his siblings also go together?"

Although she didn't know what it was, Bai Yan still smiled and nodded, "If His Highness has time, he will probably take this concubine with him. But maybe His Highness also has someone else to take him with him."

She remembered that she had complained to Queen He a few days ago about Song Yuanming's philandering, and she hesitated before adding.

"Hahahahaha," Song Yuanhe laughed and leaned down with a smile, "The younger siblings are really interesting. If Yuanming doesn't have time to take you there, I will take you there."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

In her heart, she rolled her eyes. Why can't I go with my Pei Lin? I want to go with you, a strange person.

As she said this, she turned her head and saw the two figures appearing, and she stood up immediately.

Song Yuanhe followed her gaze and raised his smile again, "My sister-in-law really has a deep friendship with Yuanming. Let's go quickly."

Bai Yan responded and lifted up her skirt and walked over quickly.

Song Yuanhe followed her footsteps and walked in front of the two of them.

"Yuan Ming."

"Brother Royal."

The two greeted each other politely, and Song Yuanhe's eyes moved to the person next to him, "Who is this?"

"He is a good friend of mine. I came to the palace today and wanted to recommend him a job."

"I see, my siblings have been waiting for you for a long time."

Bai Yan smiled shyly at the right time and stood next to Song Yuanming.

The smile on Song Yuanming's face did not change, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go now."

The three of them got on the carriage together. Song Yuanhe watched them leave from behind and put away his smile for a while.

As soon as Pei Lin took off his mask on the carriage, the villain next to him kissed him.

Her big eyes were shining brightly in the dark night.
To be continued...