The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Somehow, Song Jiu wanted to see His Highness, so he left the room and came to the window of the main hall again.

I thought I could see the man's peaceful sleeping face, but I saw the master's eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and his forehead covered with dense beads of sweat.

It seemed like he was experiencing tremendous pain.

Song Jiu's heart was tight and without thinking, he went directly into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, rolling up his sleeves to wipe His Highness's sweat.

He had been very careful with his movements, but he still woke up the lying person.

The man opened his eyes, and there was an astonishing fierceness in his eyes, but they disappeared in an instant.

The speed was so fast that Song Jiu didn't even catch the subtle changes.

Qin Han looked very tired. Even so, it was difficult to conceal the tenderness of the soft water.

She held his slightly cold wrist with a worried look on her face.

"Why is it so cold? If you don't sleep well, you run around in such little clothes. What should you do if you catch a cold? Come on, come in and sleep together."

The young man didn't respond, just watched quietly without speaking, the edges of his eyes were red.

Qin Han's eyes flashed, and he took his little hand to the bed, took him into his arms, covered him with the quilt carefully, and scraped the tip of his nose.

The tone is doting.

"While I'm here, if you feel wronged, feel free to vent it out, don't hold it in your heart."

It's okay not to say it. As soon as he said this, the water droplets in the young man's eyes could no longer be held, and tears flowed down.

While wiping away tears, I choked with sobs.

"It's nothing, it's just that His Highness is so gentle, how can I..."

Before the young man finished speaking, the man came over.

The moment the two people's lips met, the prince and the mission disappeared at this moment, and only the smooth touch of the other's lips remained in his mind.

The man's breath sprayed all over Song Jiu's face.

It's hot, like a warm worm burrowing into the heart, itchy and crispy.

The world suddenly became so quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

Bang bang bang, jumping faster and faster, to the point of suffocating.

It was such a strong brew. After just a sip, my cheeks turned red, I felt dizzy, and my limbs became weak.

Song Jiu fell into sleep under the gentle coaxing of the man Ruoshui.

……

This is a strange dream.

The palace decorations are ordinary, and there is a little dust accumulated on the vases in the corner, like a cold palace belonging to an unfavored concubine.

Song Jiu didn't know why he appeared here. He tried to shout, but the people around him seemed to be unable to see him and passed straight through the transparent body.

He wandered aimlessly and unknowingly came to a place that looked like a bedroom.

Through the gap in the door, Song Jiu saw a little boy of five or six years old, placing a black chess piece on the chessboard with his fleshy little hands.

Sitting upright, his expression was serious, as if he was studying some major life event. He was obviously still very immature, but he had to pretend to be a young adult.

Song Jiu couldn't help but laugh out loud, but fortunately the people around him couldn't hear him.

After the boy put down the chess piece, he raised his head and looked towards the opposite side, his eyes bright, with a bit of expectation and a hint of imperceptible caution.

"Look, mother-in-law, I have solved this mess."

It turns out he is not alone.

Song Jiu adjusted the angle and saw a woman dressed as a concubine, with gaudy clothes and an absent-minded look on her face. When she heard the little boy's words, she nodded in an extremely perfunctory manner, but her eyes frequently looked out the door.

Seems to be waiting for something.

Song Jiu frowned and even ignored his own children. This kind of person is not worthy of being a mother.

The smile on the little boy's lips faded a little. He picked up a jade chess piece in frustration and knocked on the edge of the chessboard.

His eyelashes like cattails trembled, quite self-deprecatingly. What was he expecting? Expecting that the biological mother who gave birth to him but hated him would be able to give him a trace of maternal love?

Try it again, just one last time.

The little boy's expression was a little gloomy, but he then plucked up the courage, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a touch on the top of his head.

The mother-in-law praised him with a kind face: "Xiaohan is great. I'll reward you with dessert. It's in your room. Go get it yourself."

Listening to this, the little boy's dark eyes seemed to become moist.

It’s just a piece of dessert, are you so excited?

Song Jiu watched in confusion as the little boy clenched his fists and ran out of the room quickly, his bouncing figure disappearing from sight.

In the bedroom.

After waiting for a while, as if expecting something, the woman hurriedly put away her undisciplined look, quickly touched up her makeup, straightened her skirt, twisted her waist, and walked out.

"Your Majesty, you are finally here. I miss you so much."

Following the woman's line of sight, Song Jiu saw a hint of yellow robe. The emperor's face seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

While he was thinking, the woman coquettishly led him inside, stopped at the chessboard, pointed at the chessboard, and showed off proudly: "Your Majesty, look, Xiaohan has solved the eternal puzzle left behind. It's amazing. Bar."

The emperor stared at the chessboard and studied it for a long time, and finally exclaimed that he was a genius, put his arms around the woman's waist, and praised the woman for giving birth to a good prince.

As they chatted, for some reason, their breathing became rapid, their clothes were messy, their long sleeves swept away the chess pieces, and they actually did that on the chessboard.

Exquisite jade chess pieces were scattered all over the floor.

Song Jiu felt some physical discomfort and turned his head and opened his eyes.

But he found that the little boy was standing next to him, quietly, looking at the ridiculous scene inside, watching his favorite chess piece being thrown to the ground, covered with dust.

Not crying, not fussing, expressionless.

His fist tightly grasped the only crystal clear jade chess piece in his hand, his favorite chess piece.

It turns out that his love for playing chess and the so-called encouragement were just tools used by his mother and concubine to fight for favor. If he played well, he would be rewarded, and if he played poorly, he would be beaten.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

His stomach was churning, and the little boy bit his lower lip to prevent himself from vomiting.

Song Jiu felt distressed and stretched out his hand to comfort the boy, but it penetrated the boy's body and had to stand aside and accompany him silently.

The wind at night is very cold.

The little boy stood outside for a long, long time, so long that the blood in his palm was soaked in the jade chess piece, so long that his heart felt neither joy nor sadness.

……

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the day of the prince's birthday party.

During this period, Song Jiu also carefully tested whether the mission target had something he loved, but unfortunately to no avail.

It was dark, and the palace was brightly lit and bustling.

"No need to be nervous, just follow me and stay there."

Before sitting down at the table, Qin Han stroked Song Jiu's temples and carefully instructed him on some matters, his eyes so gentle that they almost melted with spring water.

For fear that Song Jiu would not be able to adapt to the palace banquet, he added at the end: "If you feel uncomfortable, just give a shout and I will take you out for some fresh air."

Song Jiu hummed, then lowered his head cautiously, checking whether his clothes were appropriate.

After all, I am His Highness's person, so I cannot lose His Highness's face.

The man just watched him sort out his clothes slightly nervously. After he finished, he put his big hands on the young man's soft hair and rubbed it.

The thin lips are slightly hooked, and the phoenix eyes hide endless darkness.

If you don't betray this palace, it won't hurt to protect you for the rest of your life.

Xiaojiu, don’t let me down.