Chapter 63 Chapter 62 I, the Buddha, will not cross over

Her calm gaze frightened Emperor Yonghe. This was the second time in his life that he did not dare to look directly into someone's eyes. The last time was the late Empress Jiang Ying, and this time it was her daughter Wei Huai'en.

Two pairs of similar faces overlapped in front of his eyes, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

That day in the past was a nightmare. He could not let Wei Huai'en stay here and let his nightmare reappear again.

"Get out!"

Wei Huai'en did not do what he expected. His straight spine stood as straight as a cedar, unmoved by any wind and snow.

"If my father doesn't agree to my son's wishes, my son will never leave."

She kowtowed again and hit her forehead heavily on the floor.

"As an imperial daughter, I have never slacked off my responsibilities for a day. I am not ashamed in my heart, my father and the emperor, and I am not ashamed of the country and the country.

Only Xiao Qi is the only selfish thing I have left, and I must not lose him. I ask my father to help me!"

There was deathly silence in the palace. In the long silence, Emperor Yonghe recalled that Jiang Ying on the sick bed was so determined and desperate on that day.

"Your Majesty, I am tired. I have no regrets about this. This is my choice."

"Whether he can survive or not depends on your ability."

Emperor Yonghe's voice was no longer strong, it was as low as a sigh that had passed through many years.

It seems that he said the same thing back then, but at that time, it was to force his lover to make a choice. This time, he really compromised for the sake of his daughter.

Fortune plays tricks on people, and retribution is not good. Will the affection and sincerity that he has owed be paid to him sooner or later?

Wei Huai'en raised his head in surprise, and his face, which had long been accustomed to keeping his emotions and anger a secret, burst out with incredible joy:

"Thank you, Father, for your success!"

"come here."

Emperor Yonghe waved to her, even a little tired.

"Father."

Wei Huai'en went over and knelt beside him.

"If I don't kill him this time, it doesn't mean he will live.

Since you have chosen this path, you shouldn't have any weaknesses, do you understand?"

"I understand. But I will definitely protect him."

"Yeah?"

Emperor Yonghe scoffed. "Maybe."

"Since you have chosen this path, no matter what happens in the future, it will be your own destiny."

"Father."

Wei Huai'en met his gaze and said word by word to his father who he once admired, then feared, and then became defensive:

"But I do."

It was extremely cold at the height, and the lonely emperor stood on the throne, watching quietly as the newcomers climbed up to this uninhabited peak step by step amid the never-ending killings and battles.

He wanted to say, you can't protect him.

Just like I can't protect your mother.

Even between the throne and love, you have to choose one after all.

He even pushed his lover back into the abyss with his own hands.

As the sun cuts and the moon cuts, everything you have is in vain, and only loss is eternal.

Practicing Buddhism is not only a little comfort that is better than nothing, but also uses reincarnation and the next life as the other side of this world, pretending that it has never really been lost.

It's just that when he had it, he never knew how to cherish it.

Regardless of his status as an emperor, he could no longer remember his feelings as a father. However, when he looked at the young man who was as confident and arrogant as he was back then, his eyes would be filled with compassion because he foresaw the pain she was about to suffer.

But this kind of mood should not appear on an emperor, especially. Therefore, his mercy is just a fleeting bubble.

Wei Huai'en of Mingzhou saw through his chess game, but King Duan of the Northern Territory was deceived into using the food and grass of the Northern Territory Army because there were too many hungry people, which directly led to the mutiny of the defenders of the two cities. Fortunately, several victories last year defeated the Beizhai people.

The vitality was severely damaged, so it did not lead to irreversible consequences.

At the Wanshou Festival, although Wei Huai'en did not show up due to injury, she became the most popular figure. Except for the officials of her faction who were building momentum for her, even Qingliu, who was waiting and watching, had to admit that her ability was far superior to that of King Duan and Rong Wang.

Princess Jiarou's virtuous character is obvious to all, and some scholars even say that she is not inferior to the late Prince Huaide.

The position of prince is only one step away.

One month later, Princess Jiarou's Mansion.

Xiao Qi has returned to normal after more than a month of recuperation, but Xuanyu Division has not sent anyone to inquire about his injury, so both parties have tacitly suspended him.

Although Wei Huai'en did not tell him in detail how he protected him in front of Emperor Yonghe, as long as he remembered the day when Wei Huai'en came back with a bloody white cloth on his forehead, he didn't want to ask anything.

What's there to ask? Besides being a thousand times better to her, what other value does his life have?

It was a fluke that he was able to survive, but he stayed at the princess's house all day and never saw Wei Huai'en, so he had nothing to do.

On this day, Wei Huai'en went to court and did not come back.

The information collected by Shui Jing could only reveal some clues. Wei Huai'en was still not sure who was secretly loyal to Emperor Yonghe, so he had to go and socialize with them in person.

But Wei Huai'en clearly had no plans to meet anyone today. Xiao Qi felt uneasy for no reason, so he simply rode a horse and roamed the streets. Anyway, she could always be found in the bustling places of the capital.

Wei Huai'en was currently drinking tea with Budu in Room No. 1 of Tianzi, the largest entertainment venue in the capital.

After going to court, Wei Huai'en, who had intended to go home directly, was stopped by a young novice and handed over a gilded post. When she opened it, a burst of sandalwood scent hit her nostrils. She recognized Fudu's handwriting.

"I look forward to seeing you at Haoyue Tower."

Wei Huai'en didn't think she had anything to talk about with him, but this location aroused her interest very much. She wanted to know why a so-called eminent monk who strictly abided by the rules and regulations wanted to meet her in the gold-selling cave where he was obsessed with money.

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So the carriage turned around and headed straight for Haoyue Tower.

At this moment, Shui Jing and others were blocked below this floor. At this time, there were only two people in this room, Budu and Wei Huai'en.

"You, a monk, can actually enter the Haoyue Tower? What are you going to say when you ask me to come here?"

Wei Huaien asked straight to the point.

"Why can't I enter? This entire building is my property. Your Highness, don't be impatient. How about you try this tea first?"

Budu did not carry the string of Buddhist beads that he kept with him today, and the simple white monk's robe on his body was clearly incompatible with the extravagant furnishings here, but his gestures were very familiar.

Such a contrast made Wei Huai'en frown, feeling that there was something wrong with not spending today.

But his expression was so indifferent that she couldn't tell any clues about it, so she finally accepted the teacup he handed her.

Seeing her take a sip, Budu opened his mouth and revealed the true purpose of today.

"If His Highness had not persuaded me to save Xiao Qi's life that day, this building and I would have been yours."

"Cough...cough."

Wei Huai'en didn't expect him to say such a thing at all. After a while, he stared at him in disbelief and looked at him repeatedly, trying to find any trace of joking on his face.

"Are you telling the truth?"

The owner of this Haoyue Tower is Budu? It’s Emperor Yonghe?

"Monks don't lie."

Budu lowered his eyes and let her look at him.

"If Your Highness wants to be the heir, even though he has to give up the marriage, it doesn't mean that I really want you to live a lonely life."

"So, what did your father originally mean?"

Wei Huai'en guessed a possibility that he had never imagined.

"Yes, it was originally my intention to accompany His Highness today."

Budu raised his glazed eyes and confirmed her idea.

"This is ridiculous!"

Wei Huai'en stood up angrily and walked to the window, holding tightly to the window lattice to suppress his anger.

"Is my father crazy? Why should I choose you?"

"Why can't it be me?"

Wei Huai'en turned his back to Budu, unaware that his eyes were filled with sadness when he looked at her.

"You have known me for a long time, haven't you? My identity will not threaten you in the slightest, and even everything I own will be yours. This is the road that has been prepared for you this morning..."

"But why do you think my father will accept it? I will never agree to this path anyway, let alone you..."

Wei Huai'en turned around and met his eyes, and suddenly realized the most ridiculous thing about this matter.
To be continued...