mesbooks Chapter 90: The Seventh Princess's experience is truly heartbreaking.
Chapter 90: The Seventh Princess's experience is truly heartbreaking.
Everyone searched anxiously all around, but still couldn't find any trace of Murong Qing.
Murong Lin's expression was solemn as he scanned Ye Zhilan, Murong Lin, and the others. His voice carried a hint of urgency and doubt: "What exactly happened? Why did Qing'er suddenly appear here?"
Ye Zhilan exchanged a glance with him, sighed softly, her brows furrowing into a deep frown, and shook her head helplessly. Murong Lin, tears streaming down her face, sobbed, "Seventh Sister... Seventh Sister hasn't returned all these years. Her secret appearance today was supposed to be a reunion between sisters, but Seventh Sister seems to be burdened with immense sorrow and inner turmoil, and she won't stay any longer. I... I wanted to keep her here, but I couldn't."
Upon hearing this, Murong Lin frowned, his eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow. He sighed softly, "Sigh... Why did she have to do this? Blood is thicker than water, is she really that heartless?"
Ye Zhilan reached out and patted him to comfort him.
Lin Qianqian was filled with confusion, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, like a pale crescent moon shrouded in mist. She parted her lips slightly and asked in a gentle and soft voice, "Your Highness, Princess, what exactly is going on? Is there some intractable rift between the Seventh Princess and you?"
Upon hearing Lin Qianqian's question, a deep sense of helplessness appeared on their faces, as if the years had etched a faint layer of sorrow upon them.
Murong Lin tilted his head slightly, gazing at the deep night sky, and sighed heavily. His expression was weary and cold. He waved his hand slightly, indicating that he did not wish to continue discussing the matter. He turned to look at Ye Zhilan, his eyes carrying an undeniable air of authority, and nodded gently.
Ye Zhilan understood immediately. She gently raised her hand and patted her chest, her brows furrowed with helplessness and exhaustion. She exhaled softly, the sound particularly clear in the quiet night. She bent down and pulled Murong He up. Murong He seemed to be affected by the heavy atmosphere as well, obediently nestling beside his mother, his little hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.
Murong Lin turned around first and strode back the way he came, with Ye Zhilan holding Murong He's hand and following closely behind. The figures of the family of three gradually disappeared into the depths of the moonlit path.
Lin Qianqian watched the three figures leave, lost in thought. Then she glanced at Murong Lin, only to see that Murong Lin's eyes were filled with tears, her nose was red, she was sobbing, and her body was trembling slightly, like a helpless leaf falling in the autumn wind.
Lin Qianqian gently raised her hand and patted Murong Lin's back softly, trying to soothe her agitated emotions. Her eyes were full of concern and doubt as she asked softly, "Princess, please don't cry. What happened?"
Murong Lin raised her tearful eyes and looked at Lin Qianqian, her voice trembling with sobs as she began to recount her story: "My seventh sister, Murong Qing, once fell in love with a man of mediocre family background. She was reserved by nature, but extremely brave in the face of love. Despite the strong opposition from the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, she insisted on marrying him. After that, she left the palace and never returned. I know that she was afraid of facing the Empress Dowager's sad and disappointed eyes when she came back. She felt that she had gone against the Empress Dowager's wishes and must have broken her heart, so she would only secretly come back each time, take a quick look, and leave. Today is my ninth brother's wedding, and she must have been unable to suppress her longing for him, which is why she appeared here. But her guilt and unease were too deep, and in the end, she still refused to stay."
Lin Qianqian listened quietly, her expression gradually becoming solemn and filled with sympathy as Murong Lin recounted her story. She slightly parted her lips, took a deep breath, and her eyes were filled with shock and regret for Murong Qing's experience. In her bright eyes, it seemed as if strands of thought were intertwined, and she seemed to be sketching in her mind the image of Murong Qing bravely fighting for love, yet painfully struggling due to the ties of family.
After a long while, Lin Qianqian sighed softly. This sigh was filled with a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness towards the royal family. Her heart skipped a beat: "The Seventh Princess has such a tortuous past; it's truly heartbreaking."