Chapter 1172

The palace maid hurried forward to greet him, and after a respectful salute, she said to Chu Yan, "Your Majesty, the concubine asked the servant to give this to you."

The palace maid handed over a handkerchief, which seemed to be wrapped in something.

Chu Yan hurriedly took it and quickly opened the handkerchief. Inside was a handful of torn pieces of paper. The handwriting on the paper was exactly what he was familiar with.

He carefully closed the veil, and said to the palace maid, "Thank you, Concubine Meng for me."

After the palace maid withdrew, he hurriedly returned to the imperial study with his things.

It took a full two hours to put together the letter full of writing.

Some words have been blurred and can only be guessed by imagination.

She said that when she left, she would not return to Qiyun Mountain, nor would she come to Kyoto again.

He will never appear in front of him again, and he will never have anything to do with him again.

She said, let him forget her and be the emperor of this Chu country.

In life, some destiny is doomed.

He is destined to be an emperor, destined to sacrifice his life for the common people, destined to lose his freedom.

She said that forgiving her selfishness and heartlessness, she could not give up her freedom, her dignity, and the life she wanted for a man.

She said her shoulders were too weak to carry those heavy burdens.

She said, don't look for her again, their fate was exhausted when he chose to leave Huangtuo Village.

She also said that they are destined to not be able to stick to each other, so they can only forget each other!

His destined destiny is to hold the imperial power and control the life and death of a country.

And her destined destiny is to use that pair of plain hands to heal the sick and be at ease.

He shook his head and kept shaking his head: "No, it's impossible, forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes? Absolutely impossible!"

He waved his hand, and the torn pieces of paper fell and flew with the scrolls on the table.

The palace people in the hall fell to their knees, shivering, and called the emperor to calm down.

But how can the emperor's anger be relieved?

After a while, Chu Yan went to pick up the shredded paper again, and glued it together piece by piece again. Looking at the handwriting that made him mad, reading it over and over again, his heart gradually calmed down.

He won't give up, and he can't give up, so he wants to find a way to let her come back by herself and come back to him.

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After Bai Zhi left, Chu Yan never felt heartache again. His heartache suddenly healed. No matter how much he missed the person who left him, he wouldn't feel as bad as before.

He called Imperial Doctor Xu to question him.

"My heartache, why haven't I committed it for a long time."

Imperial Physician Xu said: "Wei Chen also doesn't know what method Miss Bai used, she gave you two injections, and then injected you with medicine with a syringe, and then left a prescription for the palace servants to feed you every day. At that time, although you were in a coma, your complexion improved day by day, and then Miss Bai left."

"Before she left, did she leave anything for you?" Chu Yan asked.

Imperial Physician Xu hurriedly took out a prescription from the medicine box and handed it to Chu Yan, "This is the prescription left by Miss Bai, saying that it can relieve the suffering of cold diseases, but it cannot be cured. She also said that as long as a cure is found, I will return to Beijing and tell Wei Chen about the method of Hanji.”

Chu Yan's eyes lit up, and his heart was secretly happy. He knew that she was not as unfeeling as the letter said.

Imperial Physician Xu secretly glanced at the happy-looking emperor, and sighed deeply in his heart, why did the people who had been on the right side get this result now.

Bai Zhi is not a bird in a cage and cannot stay in this imperial city, but the emperor is destined to be the emperor from birth.