Chapter 1770
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Yun Ruoyue walked to the bamboo forest and sat down on the stone bench. Thinking of what Chu Xuanchen had said to her, she felt very sad and her tears flowed even more fiercely.
She felt more and more wronged, so she simply leaned on the stone table and cried to her heart's content.
In the room on the second floor opposite, Prince Xian saw this scene and clenched his fists tightly.
He didn't expect that Chu Xuanchen and Yun Ruoyue would quarrel again. Was it because he had said a few more words to Yun Ruoyue?
He really wanted to go down and comfort Yun Ruoyue and explain to Chu Xuanchen, but he couldn't go. With Chu Xuanchen's personality, if he comforted Yun Ruoyue at this time, he would only be angrier.
No matter how he explained, Chu Xuanchen wouldn't believe him. Instead, it would make things worse.
He just really liked Yun Ruoyue and simply wanted to treat her well. Every day, he looked forward to talking to her or looking at her quietly.
He knew that she was a married woman and that his thoughts were wrong, but he couldn't help but want to get close to her.
In order not to cause trouble for her, he tried his best to restrain his delusions about her and tried his best not to look for her. He tried his best to only talk to her about ordinary things and didn't dare to cross the line.
Seeing Yun Ruoyue crying so sadly, his heart also ached. How could Chu Xuanchen have the heart to hurt her?
God knows how much he envied Chu Xuanchen.
If it were him, he would never let her shed a single tear.
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In the room, after Chu Xuanchen smashed the table, he suddenly looked at the door nervously.
Only then did he realize that Yun Ruoyue had gone out. He felt anxious and quickly followed her out.
As soon as he followed her out, he saw her sitting on the stone bench, crawling there and crying sadly.
Seeing her small and thin back, he felt very upset. Regret and guilt intertwined in his heart. He really wanted to go up and comfort her, to hold her in his arms.
However, his footsteps were heavy and his breathing was sluggish. He couldn't take another step.
"Your Highness, don't listen to Chun Niang. She's deliberately adding oil and vinegar to anger you. I just asked the other maidservants in the courtyard, and they all said that Prince Xian played the 《Homesick Song》. Moreover, he didn't say much to the Princess Consort and left after he finished playing the song. The interaction between the two of them was also very polite. It wasn't like what Chun Niang said about reciting poems or chatting while playing the flute. Wang Ye, you've wrongly accused Wangfei. "Mo Li walked over and advised in a low voice.
"Wang knows," Chu Xuanchen said softly.
He had never doubted Yun Ruoyue's love for him. He just didn't want her to be with Prince Xian, even if it was just a simple conversation.
His father and mother had already been killed by Chu Yao. He didn't want to lose his wife and son.
"Your Highness, since you know, then don't be angry at Wangfei anymore. She's still pregnant, she's so pitiful. "Mo Li said with red eyes." Your Highness, didn't you prepare a surprise for Wangfei? Let's give her the surprise now, alright? "
"That's right, Wang has prepared a surprise for her. Alright, Mo Li, go get it and help Wang release them. "Chu Xuanchen said.
After he finished speaking, he walked over to Yun Ruoyue.
When Mo Li and Liu Ruyan saw this, they quickly went to the side room next door to get the cloth bag.
After getting the bag, they quickly snuck to the side of the bamboo, ready to move at any time.
In front of the stone table, Yun Ruoyue was crying in pain. Today was her mother's birthday. Not only could she not see her mother, she was also misunderstood by Chu Xuanchen.
Her heart really hurt and she was very sad.
Just as she was feeling sad, a hand was placed on her shoulder. A hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "Yue'er, I'm sorry."
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