After all, Yung Heng had been the emperor for a long time. What kind of storms had he not seen? When he suddenly saw the doctor standing in a dark place, he thought that person was Meng Qing Rong. For a moment, he did not come back to his senses and was inevitably stunned. When the doctor walked over and gave him a polite smile, he took a closer look and found that it was not Meng Qing Rong. This doctor was a bit paler than Meng Qing Rong and did not have Meng Qing Rong's resolute and upright appearance. They were only seventy to eighty percent similar. It was normal to mistake the doctor for Meng Qing Rong if they were further away and it was evening.
Just like she said, he looked exactly like this world's Xie Heng. What was so strange about another person who looked seventy to eighty percent similar to her big brother?
He quickly regained his composure.
"Yuanyuan, I …" Yung Heng rarely ran out of words in front of others.
Since reuniting with her, this was the first time he called her that. As soon as he said it, his throat became sore.
He missed her too much. For a period of time, when he saw the word "Yuan" on the signboard in the palace, he would feel disappointed and even angry.
Song Yuan looked at him like this and carefully observed his expression. She suddenly wanted to laugh. The situation seemed to have reversed. In the past, she was always trembling with fear and was always careful in front of him. Ever since she found out about his identity and knew that imperial power was supreme, she was afraid that she would say something wrong and implicate the general's estate. Even if she had resentment and anger in her heart, she would only vent a little when she couldn't take it anymore. She would forcefully swallow the remaining eighty to ninety percent of it. Now that she thought about it, she also felt unfamiliar with her forbearing self at that time.
In front of her, although he tried his best to put down the airs of an emperor, he was born a prince, followed by a crown prince, and then a monarch. Pride was engraved in his bones. He was used to ignoring everyone, so what he didn't know was that he was also high and mighty in front of her.
Later, he always asked her why she couldn't treat him like a normal husband.
Who would dare? Who would have the guts to give all their sincerity to a person who could take their and their family's lives at any time?
Although she was stupid, she did not dare to be that stupid.
"You should have something to say to me. It's too cold here. It's not suitable for chatting." Song Yuan put her hands in the pockets of her down jacket. Her expression was relaxed and even had a smile. "Take my car. Let your driver drive you first. I'll send you back to your hotel later."
Yung Heng stared at her. He did not see the expression on her face. It was very strange..... there been no resentment or sadness................
"Alright."
The two of them went to the first floor of the inpatient department and took the elevator to the parking lot of the basement. There were many people in the elevator, and Rong Heng instinctively reached out to protect Song Yuan, not wanting her to be bumped into.
.........................
Rong Heng was taken aback.
............ At least, he did not expect her various reactions at this moment.
He thought that she would be very sad. He thought that she would blame him and hate him. But now, it seemed that her current calmness was not fake. She was not the kind of person who was good at pretending and acting. He had been with her for several years. He could tell that she had really calmed down. Compared to before she recovered her memory, she was more stable and relieved. She was less naive and cheerful.
It didn't take long for them to get from the first floor to the basement. The two of them walked out of the elevator one after another. Rong Heng followed behind Song Yuan and kept looking at her back.
She quickly found her car. She opened the door and got in. He also sat in the front passenger seat.
"You've been here for so long. Except for that time when I treated you to hotpot, I don't think I've treated you to a meal." Song Yuan smiled. "This time, I'll be the host. I'll treat you to delicious food. I remember that you also like seafood. How about this? Let's go eat seafood. Now, let's go back to pick up Rong Ting."
Yung Heng looked at her in silence. In the end, he nodded.
"Gugu will be very happy. I'll give him a call first."
Song Yuan took out her phone from her bag and dialed Rong Ting's number. The other end quickly picked up. Rong Ting's small and childish voice, which was trying hard to pretend to be serious, sounded. "Mother, what's the matter?"
"Didn't you say a few days ago that you wanted to eat shrimp? I've met your father now. Let's go back to pick you up. Then, we'll go eat seafood together, okay? "
Her light tone made Yung Heng a little absent-minded. He had the illusion that they were the most ordinary and warm family of three in the world.
Rong Ting cheered. "Okay! I was just about to say that we don't have enough food at home! "
Although he was very happy to eat his father's cooking, he wanted to eat seafood more.
"That's fine. Pack up a little. Remember to bring your thermos flask. You can come downstairs in about 20 minutes."
"Okay!" Rong Ting was very happy. He threw the conversation with his father this afternoon to the back of his mind.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yuan lowered her head to fasten her seat belt. Then, she heard the man sitting next to her say in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
This apology stunned Song Yuan.
She knew that her husband was the emperor. Even now, when she thought about it, she couldn't remember if she had heard those three words from his mouth.
Now that she suddenly heard him say sorry, she thought that she had misheard.
"Why are you saying sorry?" Song Yuan looked at him in confusion.
Yung Heng didn't say anything.
"Are you talking about the fact that you pretended to lose your memory?" Song Yuan suddenly realized. She waved her hand, pursed her lips, and smiled, revealing shallow dimples. "That's fine. I'm not angry. However, I think that you should apologize to Rong Ting. He's very concerned about this matter. At first, he thought that you lost your memory because you were injured, so he was worried for a long time. After he found out that you were pretending to lose your memory, he was actually quite hurt."
Yung Heng could still tell whether Song Yuan was telling the truth or not.
Her eyes were bright and her tone was relaxed. She obviously didn't mind.
But why?
She wasn't like this before.
He felt a sense of powerlessness and frustration, as if everything was slowly getting out of his control. As if he wanted to hide something, he asked somewhat anxiously, "Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you angry? "
When the words left his mouth, he also realized that he was inexplicably agitated. He breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Sorry, I was just a little curious. I didn't mean to criticize you."
After all, Song Yuan and he had been husband and wife for a long time. No one knew better than her what he was thinking and feeling at this moment.
She was silent for a moment. She didn't start the car immediately. Instead, she turned her head to look at him. When her gaze touched his white hair, she seemed to be stung. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'll answer your last question. After I start the car, let's not talk, okay? I'm afraid of being distracted. You know that I'm not smart. I can't multitask. I don't want to talk when I'm driving. "
"Okay."
"When I was studying, I once read a book by Mr. Lu Xun. There was an article in it that left a deep impression on me. He said that Chinese people like to compromise. For example, if you want to open a window, the people around you will definitely disagree. But if you say that you want to tear down the roof, they will come to compromise. In the end, they will be willing to open the window. " Song Yuan smiled a little embarrassedly. "I'm such a person. I don't know if this analogy is right, but I'm probably like this. If nothing happened back then, I would definitely be very angry now. After everything that happened in the past, after you hid your identity, and after you sent an edict to the General's residence to marry me, perhaps my tolerance is high. So now that you're pretending to have amnesia, I'm really not angry."
These were her true thoughts.
She was really …
No wonder her parents were always worried that she would be deceived.
After Yung Heng heard this answer, he felt as if a knife had been stabbed into his heart. She clearly wasn't angry. She was clearly willing to talk to him. This was the result that he had dreamed of. Why did he feel even worse when she really did it?
She told Rong Ting that she was already used to it.
Now, she was saying that after everything that had happened, she would no longer be angry.
He would rather she blame him and scold him and hate him like before. He didn't want her to be like this.
After saying these words, Song Yuan felt a lot more relaxed. She looked at the car's dashboard and saw that she was looking at a modern car park. She felt a lot more at ease. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and turned her head to smile at him. "Alright, we'll talk about it later. There's probably a little traffic jam on the road now, so I have to drive with all my heart."
Yung Heng nodded silently.
He recalled all the things that had happened over the years. He recalled how she had been in the beginning. Then, he thought about what she had just said. His jaw tightened and he felt very depressed.
His hands rested on his knees and he subconsciously clenched them.
The car slowly drove out of the car park. There were many cars coming in from the hospital, so it was much easier to get out of the hospital. Song Yuan was really focused on driving. Yung Heng turned his head to look at her. She was the same as before, but also different from before. During the last period in the harem, he watched as she became more and more silent and depressed. He felt helpless. He thought that one day, she would accept Meng Qingrong's death. Now that he thought about it, was her depression for herself or for Meng Qingrong? He didn't know. This was a topic that he didn't want to talk about or touch.
He looked out of the car window. He wasn't familiar with this place. He really wanted to experience her state of mind back then.
Just as they were waiting for the traffic light, he whispered, "Do you believe it?"
Song Yuan was still paying attention to the road ahead. When she heard his soft words, she thought that she had heard wrongly.
"At that time, I also had the thought of wishing that I was just Zi Heng."
Do you believe it? I also occasionally wish that I was just your Zi Heng, just an ordinary person. quot;
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