Reborn, meet you again!

Chapter 252 Song Yan collapsed, how could you love her?

The bright moon hangs high.

Prince Huai's Palace.

Song Yan was carrying the boiled medicine in her own hands and walking towards Yun Zheng's room.

Yun Zheng was seriously injured in the miasma forest. Although they were only external injuries, the weather is hot now. If he doesn't take good care of himself, his condition will inevitably worsen.

Therefore, during the two days that he returned to Beijing, his eldest sister took care of her wholeheartedly.

It wasn't until this morning that her father sent someone to pick her up.

only……

She is alone.

She knew that her father was angry with her for marrying into Prince Huai's Mansion with her aunt while he was away. She just didn't expect her father to be so heartless.

Thinking of this, Song Yan suppressed the sadness in her heart and slowly walked into Yun Zheng's bedroom.

Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is that after her eldest sister returned home, she would be able to take care of the prince closely without her obstruction.

But when Song Yan walked into Yun Zheng's bedroom, she saw that Yun Zheng had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Thinking about what the servants in the mansion had said in the past few days, that the prince had not slept well because of his injuries, Song Yan did not have the heart to wake him up. After putting the medicine on the table, she sat beside the bed and looked at him blankly.

Compared to the initial joy she felt when she married him, her mood now was extremely complicated.

Although the prince had never treated her harshly, and occasionally treated her well when he came to her room, but this...

Far from enough.

She paid such a huge price to marry him, not to be an insignificant and invisible person.

But...if she wanted to do it again, she couldn't make up her mind...

Song Yan thought about it, and seemed to want to reach out and touch Yun Zheng's face, but she retracted her hand as if she was afraid of waking him up.

Then, she turned her gaze away from Yun Zheng and looked around the room aimlessly.

This was her first time entering the prince's room.

The layout of this room is very similar to him, low-key and elegant.

Only the big red love knot hanging on the edge of the bed and the red trumpet creeper climbing on the windowsill seemed particularly dazzling.

She knew that these... were all traces left by her elder sister.

Song Yan thought about it and walked towards the windowsill, as if he wanted to close the window and block out the gorgeous flowers, but his eyes suddenly fell on the scroll exposed in the wide-mouthed porcelain vase on the wall.

She stopped walking.

Of course, she had seen the prince's paintings, which was one of the reasons why feelings sprouted in her heart.

It seems that his favorite subjects to paint are pine, cypress and green bamboo.

It is vigorous and powerful, with vivid charm and awe-inspiring style.

During the time she was waiting to get married at home, she had fantasized countless times about appreciating poetry and discussing painting with him.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Song Yan's lips. He reached out to take a painting from the bottle and unfolded it.

But immediately, the smile on her face froze.

Because that's what's painted on the picture.

It's a woman.

And that woman was not someone else.

It was her eldest sister, Song Wan.

Looking at the bright and lifelike woman in the painting who was leaning on the railing and smiling, Song Yan's fingertips tightened slightly, but she comforted herself in her heart.

They had spent five years together, and even if it was just for fun, it was normal for him to paint a picture for her.

Moreover, the prince also told her that he felt guilty towards her, so it was not surprising that he kept the painting.

Thinking of this, Song Yan put away the scroll in his hand and took out another one.

Another one.

Another one.

Then, her body began to stiffen.

Because, that picture within a picture...

All the same person.

Or she may stand among the flowers, with a smile as beautiful as a flower and her skirt fluttering in the wind.

Or he could ride a horse and whip it, with long hair fluttering in the wind, as fierce as a blaze.

Or he might be deep in thought while playing chess, with his eyebrows slightly raised and a cunning look in his eyes.

Every stroke and every painting is lively and vivid, as if it can walk out of the painting.

She is also someone who understands and loves painting.

How can you not see...

The sentiment in this painting...

Song Yan put down the painting in his hand almost numbly, and without even bothering to put away the scrolls, he took out the last one.

Then I saw the person in the painting, wearing a bright red wedding dress, standing on a cliff...

This is……

Song Yan's heart moved, and he shifted his gaze to the inscription on the side.

Then, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

Because it says so.

"I wish to turn into a stone on a green mountain, so that we can grow old together in the next life."

Afterlife.

Grow old together.

"In the next life, we will grow old together... In the next life, we will grow old together..."

Song Yan muttered to herself, but her voice was trembling uncontrollably.

She had always believed that as long as she married into Prince Huai's mansion, she would be able to win the heart of the prince one day. Even if she came back, she could wait...

Wait until he has made up for the guilt in his heart, wait for her...

But now, these paintings and words in front of her were like a loud slap in the face, hitting her hard in the face, and also... shattering all her fantasies.

Her mind involuntarily emerged the little details of the time when the prince came to the prime minister's residence and interacted with his elder sister.

Now she thinks about those looks that she once thought were just playing around, and those behaviors that she once thought were just for show to others.

Is it all true...

Thinking of this, Song Yan felt that the smile of the woman in the painting was actually mocking her... She suddenly tore the painting in her hand open, and then tore it open again...

It seemed that only in this way could her suffocating heart get a chance to breathe.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"What are you doing?"

The familiar voice made Song Yan, who had almost lost her soul, tremble all over.

She turned around suddenly and saw that Yun Zheng had woken up at some point and was now standing not far behind him, looking at her.

Then his eyes fell on the tattered scroll in her hand.

Song Yan thought that the prince should explain something to her, but she saw his eyes suddenly become extremely cold.

Then he walked quickly towards her, pushed her away, and carefully picked up the painting on the ground.

The tears in Song Yan's eyes suddenly fell like pearls from a broken string.

She looked tremblingly at Yun Zheng who was carefully rolling up the paintings.

"Prince, these paintings...what's going on...you made them all for her to see...right?"

The only answer Song Yan got was Yun Zheng's silence.

After a long time, he slowly picked up the torn painting on the ground, and there was suppressed anger in his voice.

"It's getting late, Third Sister, please go back first."

Hearing the call of "Third Sister", Song Yan felt as if a string in her brain was touched. She no longer observed his words and expressions as usual, as if she could not hear the suppressed anger in his voice.

Asked repeatedly.

"Sir, these are just...playing for fun, right..."

"You said you felt guilty about her... You couldn't possibly love her, could you?"

Yun Zheng had already been offended by Jun Jiuchen in the miasma forest. Early this morning, Song Yi had Wan'er taken back with great fanfare, and did not allow anyone to follow.

At this moment, his mind was full of worries about whether Song Yi would say something to Wan'er, causing Wan'er to break up with her.

After all, they are biological father and daughter. Even if they have lost their memories, the bond between them is incomparable to that of others.

Therefore, when faced with Song Yan's repeated questioning, he had lost his patience.

After all, she has now married into Prince Huai's Mansion, and Song Yi doesn't even want to acknowledge her as his daughter. Can she really expose the matter to others?

So he stood up and looked down at her.

"Who I have in my heart has nothing to do with you."

"go out."

"Don't enter my room without my permission from now on."

Song Yan felt Yun Zheng's cold gaze on her, and felt that the man in front of her made her feel extremely unfamiliar.

She was confused and couldn't help but walk over and grab his sleeve.

"Prince, you can't love her. Have you forgotten? What's your purpose in approaching her? It's to make my father feel apprehensive at the critical moment and not dare to stand up and ruin Prince Huai's Mansion's affairs... isn't it?"

"That's why you let the rebels kidnap her. That's why you shot her to death without hesitation after they succeeded..."

"You killed her with your own hands...how could you possibly love her?"