The old eunuch bent down and entered the door respectfully, and as soon as he entered, he said, "Princess, Your Highness next door......"

He hesitated.

Yu Chu raised his eyebrows, put the book on the table, raised his eyes and stared at him coldly: "What's wrong?" ”

The old eunuch hesitated, as if he was very jealous, and only replied after a while: "The palace of His Highness Seventeen seems to be haunted, and the palace people have all run away early in the morning. ”

"Haunted?" Yu Chu laughed.

Although she didn't believe it, the old eunuch was an old man in the cold palace, and she was very evasive about these gods and ghosts. He nodded and said in a low voice: "The palace people are all gone, and there is no one to serve His Highness, I heard that someone saw a hanged ghost in the courtyard last night...... It was a scary scene, and everyone said it was a ghost asking for their lives......"

Yu Chu remembered the beautiful big eyes of the milk dumpling, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you looking for Xiao Seventeen?" ”

"Princess, don't you know...... the old eunuch got closer, lowered his voice and replied, "In the past, when His Highness the Seventeenth was born, he killed Concubine Liu Niangniang at that time, and it was because of this incident that the emperor hated His Highness the Seventeenth to the bone and sent him to this cold palace to wait for death." ”

Concubine Liu was the emperor's favorite concubine at that time.

She gave birth to a child for the emperor, but she died because of it. In ancient times, when the imperial heir was so important, the emperor was angry with his newborn son because of the death of Concubine Liu.

can also see the emperor's true love for Concubine Liu.

It's just that there are many heirs in the harem, and Jinghuai is the seventeenth...... So it doesn't matter if it's gone.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent to the cold palace.

Yu Chu pressed the book, thoughtful.

…

Night falls.

The child was curled up alone in the bed, with his back against the wall, and his beautiful eyes were open with a soft and ignorant eye.

He stared ahead in a daze.

Under the snow-white middle coat, the little hand was shaken.

He was a child after all, facing the night alone—especially when it was haunted last night, and today there was not even a single palace person, and he was in a deep mood, staring at the jumping red candle with dark eyes.

The shadow of the flame fluttered lightly on the wall.

The little milk dumpling hugged her knees, her cheeks gently resting on her knees, a little sleepy, but she couldn't sleep.

He hadn't eaten all day, and he was cold and hungry at this time, but he didn't say a word with his long eyelashes hanging down.

Today he heard people from other palaces talking outside the door, saying that it was a ghost asking for his life.

Xiao Jinghuai felt a little confused.

He had never met his mother, but he had heard that it was the mother who insisted on giving birth to the child. If it was really haunted, was it really his mother who sought revenge on him?

Despite his young age, the little milk group still pursed his immature lips disdainfully when he thought of this.

Someone wants to kill him, and they have to make up this kind of reason.

If the mother herself wants to give birth to a child, how can she regret it and take revenge. And if you really want to find him for revenge, you will find it a few years ago, why wait so many years......

He thought vaguely in his heart, his stomach was very uncomfortable, but his little hand quietly touched the pillow, and under the cold and hard pillow was a cold dagger.

He couldn't leave this palace, and whoever wanted to kill him had to wait here. But he can't be unprepared, he'll try to live.

The little boy rubbed his eyes, and his mood was gloomy. In fact, he doesn't know what to do in life - this life is at a glance, there is no joy, there is no emotion, it doesn't matter if he really wants to die.

He stared at the night.