The Prince Consort's Beloved

Chapter 160 Farewell Letter

Li Yuanqi clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his eyes fixed on Li Yuanrou's blank face, his tone became sinister: "Between me and Li Yan, she chose Li Yan!"

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he gritted his teeth: "Li Yan! If he dies this time, it's fine. If he survives..."

A terrifying murderous intent flashed in Li Yuanqi's eyes. So what if he killed his father? So what if he was struck by lightning!

Li Yuanrou was shocked, thinking that Yuanqi was determined to kill her.

Since ancient times, patricide has been the greatest act of rebellion. Those who kill their fathers are unacceptable to the world, and are condemned by thousands of people and despised by everyone.

She pursed her lips tightly, as if she had something to hide.

She lowered her gloomy eyebrows, gritted her teeth, and made up her mind: "If I convince the emperor's uncle to stay away from the court and stop making things difficult for you, can you... stop what happened between you and him?"

Li Yuanqi's pupils suddenly shrank, and his gaze shot towards Li Yuanrou like a sharp blade. He angrily said, "What do you mean by between me and him? It's us, us!"

Li Yuanqi suddenly realized something. He stared at Li Yuanrou and said in a cold and warning tone, "Sister, are you pleading for Li Yan?"

Li Yuanrou was speechless for a moment: "I..."

She looked at her grief-stricken brother and wanted to say that King Yun was our biological father after all, and it didn't seem like he had to die. The words went around in circles but she didn't dare to say them out loud.

It was necessary to die, but only for her.

She lowered her eyebrows again and murmured, "Actually, he is quite pitiful..."

Li Yuanqi's face turned cold, and a dark tide surged in his eyes. His voice was filled with resentment, and he shouted angrily: "Why is he pitiful? If he is pitiful, then you and I, a brother and sister, are not pitiful too?"

Li Yuanqi stared with scarlet eyes and gasped for breath, shouting at the top of his lungs: "We didn't make him miserable, but he made us miserable!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed exhausted and started coughing violently.

Li Yuanrou quickly steady him and patted his back to comfort him.

She had a complicated expression and wanted to say something, but Li Yuanqi's words were so powerful that she had no way to refute. Their positions were somewhat different now. She opened her mouth but swallowed back the inappropriate words.

Li Yuanqi stretched out his hand to interrupt her from stroking his back. He calmed himself down and lowered his voice, which was full of sadness: "He is not pitiful, I am the one who is pitiful."

His voice suddenly became a little difficult: "In the end, the Queen Mother chose him, not me..."

Li Yuanrou looked up upon hearing this and stared at him in shock.

Li Yuanqi took a deep breath. He thought he had given up and didn't care anymore. He never mentioned the matter again since he came back, not even to Chang Xinyi.

He recalled the scene at that time, and his heart still felt a little sour: "Li Yan and I were poisoned at the same time. She was originally coming towards me. She was just one step away from reaching me... such a step within reach... But as soon as Li Yan moved, she turned around and ran towards Li Yan without even hesitating."

He stared at Li Yuanrou, his voice trembling slightly: "Just one step, one step away... Doesn't she worry about me at all? Aren't we her children? What did we do wrong to make her hate us so much..."

Li Yuanrou held his trembling shoulders. She had probably thought of the scene described by Li Yuanqi.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she choked up and called out, "Yuan Qi..."

Li Yuanqi suddenly roared: "What kind of mother is she! Why should we bear this pain for the mistakes she made with Li Yan? She is dead... She has never loved us. There is nothing to think about, nothing to be sad about..."

As he spoke, he suddenly started rummaging around the bedside.

Li Yuanrou's tone was full of worry: "Yuanqi, what are you looking for? I'll help you."

Li Yuanqi looked around for a while, and suddenly his eyes became stern. He looked at Fu Lai who had no sense of existence in the corner, and said in a deep voice: "Fu Lai, where is the stuff?"

Fulai's hunched body trembled, and he handed over the thing he had secretly hidden with trepidation.

Li Yuanrou took the thing from Fulai's hand, which was a silk handkerchief. She slowly opened it, revealing a piece of paper that had been burned to the ground. She asked, "What is this?"

Li Yuanqi tried hard to suppress his anger and said in a calm tone, "A farewell letter."

He slowly closed his eyes. This was something Fuling had given him a few days ago. Fuling said that the Queen Mother wrote it and burned it for some reason, so she got it by accident. Unfortunately, it was incomplete, but one could still guess that it was written to Prince Yun.

He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a calm indifference in his eyes.

Li Yuanrou looked at it in confusion. The paper was burned incompletely and intermittently, but some words on it could be vaguely recognized.

"When I wrote this book, I was still a human being in the world. When you read this book, I have become a ghost in the underworld..."

"The red string is broken, the bright mirror is cracked, the morning dew is bright, the beautiful time is over, don't miss me..."

"I would like to use this book to bid you farewell forever!"

Li Yuanrou's face was full of disbelief, and her eyes revealed an unconcealable shock. Her mother had already made up her mind to die when she wrote this farewell letter.

Rest in peace, don't miss me...

She asked Prince Yun not to think about her, so... what kind of bond was there between them... In her memory, she had always been cold and rejecting towards Prince Yun, so why was it Prince Yun that she was thinking about before she died?

Li Yuanrou was puzzled. She felt that even if her mother didn't miss her and Yuanqi, she should still miss her elder sister.

She raised her head and looked at Li Yuanqi with a confused look.

Li Yuanqi's mouth curved up in a mocking arc, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Sister, who do you think this is written for? It can't be written for the emperor."

He suddenly laughed at himself: "She calls herself his concubine..."

"You didn't expect that she has feelings for Li Yan..."

Li Yuanrou blinked away the complicated emotions in her eyes, rewrapped the torn piece of paper and handed it to Fulai.

She looked at Li Yuanqi and said sternly, "Don't jump to conclusions. The facts still need to be investigated."

Li Yuanqi had a sneer on his face, but his eyes were filled with anger that kept people at a distance: "The fact is, she and Li Yan colluded with each other, killed my father, and harmed us... I, Li Yuanqi, am in this state now, all because of them!"

Li Yuanqi's words were so powerful that Li Yuanrou had nothing to say. She felt mixed emotions and her mind was a mess. She felt powerless and could not sort out the tangled mess.

After a long while, Li Yuanrou spoke softly, "We cannot choose our birth. Since we cannot choose, we should accept it calmly. Or maybe..."

She pursed her lips, and suddenly a light bulb went off in her head as she thought of something she had seen on a short video: "Perhaps, what kind of person we become in this life, what we experience, and who our parents are, all of these things are chosen by ourselves before we are reincarnated."

Li Yuanqi suddenly shook his head and sneered when he heard this: "Sister, where did you hear these nonsense? If I could choose, how could I choose to be the son of Li Yan?"

Li Yuanrou looked at him steadily and said without hesitation: "Who said you are the son of Li Yan? You are the Son of Heaven."

Li Yuanqi was stunned, and suddenly he felt enlightened.

His eyes brightened, and gradually became clear. Yes, he was the son of Li Yan, the son of Li Heng, and the emperor.

This is the destiny he chose himself, he chose to be the emperor.

He had to become stronger, strong enough to support his own destiny, and he would no longer be bound by the inner demons of his birth.