Chapter 2271 Love that Spans a Thousand Years (15)

After a while, Luo Qingchen raised the corner of her mouth slightly and gave a faint bitter smile: "Young Master Mo has said so, what should I say?"

"Your Highness Princess, have a good rest. I will go to Yuehua Palace for the time being so that Miss Feng will not wait too long." He still handed over his hand, his tone was as humble as before, but he felt a little anxious.

"I won't send it off." Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes coldly and turned around, unwilling to say another word.

If she wasn't the one to write the story that was agreed upon, why didn't Mo Ye give her a chance?

Is she just a passer-by in a thousand years of time and space, or should she come and see with her own eyes how Mo Ye fell in love with Feng Ling'er?

He really couldn't believe that such a man who gave everything he had could bury his guilt deep in his heart.

To think that he would be so contrary to her in another time and space...

Mo Ye was obviously stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a faint wave in his deep, ink-like eyes.

Only he himself knew that his heart was inexplicably touched.

"I resign from my humble position——"

This was the first time they met, and the last two words they said——

‘Not sending it off’, ‘resigning from humble position’.

For the next half month, they never saw each other again. I heard that Feng Ling'er liked the wine made by Mo Ye very much, and would often dance impromptu in her Yuehua Palace after drinking too much.

Light gauze and thin clothes, enchanting and colorful.

Rumors in the palace gradually reached Luo Qingchen's ears, and they were mostly unpleasant words.

For example, I saw Feng Ling'er dancing for the winemaker Mo Ye; for example, they have been close to each other for a long time.

But Luo Qingchen knew very well that Mo Ye had never stayed overnight in Yuehua Palace, not even once.

Although he went to Yuehua Palace frequently, his stay was short.

She still knew this, but she just didn't understand it.

She never went to see Feng Ling'er, and Feng Ling'er didn't come to see her either.

She was just hostile, full of hostility.

But she kept telling herself: Don't care, don't care. do not mind.

Because she had been lying still for sixteen years, her hands and feet were very slow in reflexes, and she would feel tired after walking a few steps.

It is very late in winter, and there is heavy snow every day.

The maids were afraid that she would be cold, so they wrapped her in thick coats before letting her go out.

Her favorite is sitting in the Zuimeng Pavilion in the Imperial Garden, because this place is the only way for Mo Ye to go to Yuehua Palace.

About every day when the sun sets, Mo Ye will come out of Yuehua Palace and pass by the Imperial Garden.

The slightly drunken warm light shone on his stunning profile, making him look so beautiful.

Luo Qingchen would always sit in Zuimeng Pavilion and take a second look. Looking at his young face now, she would always think of his dying appearance on that winter solstice.

Whenever she thought of this scene, she told herself that she could still persevere.

If God doesn't give her the so-called love at first sight, then she should work hard to let her see him.

Such excellent Luo Qingchen...

Therefore, she personally planned an "unbearable" plot, such as——

The 'fainting' situation that would happen in the palace in those years, since she has a delicate body, it shouldn't be clumsy to pretend to be fainted in such a cold weather!

Everything was ready. She wore a plain white pleated skirt with floral patterns, holding an ink-colored Qingyun umbrella, and stood in the center of the imperial garden.

Thanks to half a month of hard work, she no longer needs to hold a cane, but she still feels tired after standing for a long time.

The colorful sunset filled half of the sky with red, and the young man in black long clothes walked slowly towards her.