Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Chapter 481 Prince and Daiyu Reconcile

"Zijuan, I wonder what happened to the prince?"

Daiyu muttered to herself as she slowly took off her padded jacket, revealing the moon-white undershirt underneath.

She stared at the burning candle on the table, as if she could see the prince's figure in the jumping flames.

Zijuan stood aside. She sighed softly, then reached out and pulled down the curtain in front of the bed. The whole room was immersed in a dim light and shadow.

After a long while, Zijuan finally spoke softly:

“When Miss Yun’s child passed away, Xueyan and I felt the same way.

At that time, we personally sent the child to the orphanage. It felt like a hole in my heart.”

When she said this, Zijuan's voice was slightly choked, and a line of tears slid down her cheek.

“He’s already that big, but when Xueyan and I tease him, he turns back and forth following our eyes.

The master also gave him a nice name, Yu Dongliang."

Zijuan gestured with her hands as she spoke, as if the lovely child was right now in her arms.

Hearing this, Daiyu felt a pang of grief in her heart. She hurried over and hugged Zijuan tightly. Zijuan's body was trembling slightly, and her emotions were getting more and more excited.

"He's still so young, Xueyan and I are hoping he can start calling me auntie soon."

Zijuan paused for a moment, as if to comfort herself, or as if to comfort Daiyu: "But fortunately, fortunately, our Rui'er is healthy.

The wet nurse has good milk, and the child has grown strong. His arms and legs are thicker than ours!"

The child's health was a comfort to Daiyu.

She sighed softly, "I wonder when the prince will let Siyu rest in peace?"

Daiyu was wondering where Xiangyun and the others had gone, and she also thought that the prince had a bad stomach and she didn't know how he had eaten in the past few days. So she fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up, it was already daybreak.

Daiyu was just about to ask Zijuan to bring some water so she could get ready when she heard someone calling from outside the door:

"Is Fu Jin awake? The prince asked me to ask if it would be convenient for you to go to Ting Yu Xuan?"

When Daiyu heard this cry, her heart suddenly tightened and she suddenly woke up. She couldn't help thinking:

"Go to Tingyuxuan? Did something happen again?"

Daiyu tidied herself up a bit, washed and dressed, put on a black gown, and hurried to Tingyu Pavilion with Zijuan.

When Daiyu stepped into the courtyard of Tingyuxuan, she was shocked by the scene before her.

The entire yard was surrounded by white flowers and black gauze, the ground was covered with chrysanthemums, and countless maids and old women were kneeling on the ground mourning.

What shocked Daiyu even more was that the yard was full of monks and Taoists kneeling, chanting scriptures for salvation and praying for Siyu and the child.

The sound of chanting scriptures came one after another, which seemed so strange in this palace.

When Daiyu stood among the monks and Taoists in surprise, she felt as if she was an outsider.

The prince suddenly walked out of the house quickly.

When he stood in front of Daiyu, she was stunned.

He was darker and thinner, his eyes were sunken, and there was a faint bluish-black tint around his eye sockets, as if he had experienced a terrible catastrophe.

The prince's clothes were no longer as neat as before. His robe was a little wrinkled and there were even some stains on the collar.

He discussed it carefully with Daiyu:

"Yu'er, I think we should let Siyu and the child rest in peace!

You can handle the affairs of the palace. I will immediately send someone to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to prepare the files, and then to Siyu's mother's family to announce the death!"

Daiyu nodded, and looking at the prince's figure, her heart ached - he was finally normal!

Daiyu hurried to catch up with him, just like they were on the Huns' side - heart to heart, back to back!

She no longer cared about other people's gossip, hugged the prince from behind, and said softly:

"Cattail grass is as tough as silk, and rock is immovable. My Lord, I will wait for you!"