The Empress Behind the Veil
Chapter 530 Resigning And Willing to Be Ordinary People
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Seeing Yuya not speaking, Ye Wushuang further said: “Everyone said that the power of the Emperor is greater than the sky, do not know what my whole life is I have a chance to escape this prison.”
Those words contained sadness and anxiety, making the person who heard them feel sad in this lonely night. No matter how cold Yuya was, on her own accord she could not resist this sad thought and asked: “What does the Empress miss in the Empress's family?”
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In the Palace, the servants were not allowed to speculate on the thoughts of his master at will, and Yuya's questions like this were clearly disrespectful. Her straightforward and direct temperament was what made her disliked by her masters.
As a modern person, Ye Wushuang certainly did not bother about this much, she only considered Yuya as a person to talk to. But upon hearing Yuya bring up the family, Ye Wushuang suddenly recalled, the owner of this body was the daughter of Qin Shiyi, a scholar in the Qi Country. With the position of his father, Qin Shiyi, in the empire, as long as he was willing to use a little effort then he would definitely be able to get out of this cold Palace. At first when Ji Xingyun ascended the throne, Qin Shiyi devoted herself greatly, then was crowned as the Ruler of the State, so to speak her father was in charge of tens of thousands of people, did not know how many people wanted to flatter their Qin family.
“Yuya, do you have a way to send a letter and deliver it to my family home?”
Ye Wushuang seemed to catch her last life savior, her mission was to believe in this cold-hearted Yuya.
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“I....”.
“Yuya, are you afraid? If you can help me deliver the letter to my house, then I will definitely let you go from here.” Seeing Yuya who was staring at the moon, Yuya must miss his family very much, of course Ye Wushuang had to make a tempting offer instead so that others could do such a dangerous thing for her sake, otherwise who would be willing to be a fool who did something for nothing?
After a long time, seeing that weak and indistinct look of Yuya, Ye Wushuang finally lost a bit of her patience: “You can directly say whether you agree or not, I will not force you.”
Seeing Ye Wushuang's calmness, Yuya then said slowly: “The Empress should not know right? Not long after the Empress moved to this Zhihua Palace, the Empress's father resigned and was willing to become a commoner, a few months ago she returned to her hometown.”
“Resign and be willing to be a commoner.” Ye Wushuang simply repeats these words and is unable to focus. Even his last hope was gone. Ji Xingyun, Ji Xingyun, you are really so cruel, even you have also destroyed her last path. This woman is your wife, the one who sacrificed for you for the sake of getting the world, the one who gave up everything for you, but in the end you put her in the Cold Palace, ruining her face, you also took away the power of his family.
Even though this woman was not herself, but at this moment Ye Wushuang deeply felt that who else was more ruthless than that cold-faced Emperor in this world?
The silence and loneliness of this Cold Palace was not something an ordinary person could endure. For almost 3 months Ye Wushuang lived here, she felt that every day was like being passed through the years. In his dreams almost every night, he also wants to escape from life like being in this cage.
Ye Wushuang leaned against the fence, like a petrified statue, staring fixedly at the distance, sadness could not be clearly seen on her face covered by that thin veil, she said, only that pair of clear and bright eyes showed endless sadness.
Once again, watching the red sun slowly setting on the horizon in the distance, the light of the setting sun in the western sky was already like a beautiful scarf waving, covering the roof of Zhihua Palace, the, it was as if the scene was painted. Faintly, Ye Wushuang could still feel the grass outside the palace walls coated with golden yellow, the night wind blowing, the small grass swaying the lyrics of the night, the, perhaps in the quiet and cold life of the Cold Palace, this was the only welfare not to be deprived.
