Chapter 151: An Yu or Di Yu An
"Ah? Oh, okay then." Ye Qiongying also pulled away and sat up straight. "In that case, let's go out and have something to eat at noon. Have you been exercising well these days?"
"Of course," An Yu said quickly, "I run in the yard every day. Uncle Ye also took me to the clinic to see a doctor. He said that my health has improved a lot and even my memory has recovered. In addition to running, the doctor also taught me a set of health exercises. After doing them every day, Uncle Ye also taught me how to use a dagger to protect myself. Sister, don't underestimate me. It won't be long before I can follow you to the military camp!"
"Okay, okay," Ye Qiongying was naturally happy for him when she heard that his health had improved, and she even put aside the inexplicable embarrassment she had just felt. "But... memory? Have you remembered anything?"
An Yu paused, then said:
"Well... I've been having dreams these days, about my mother... and father, but I can't see their faces clearly.
I only remember that I seemed to have a good life when I was a child, but then I lost my relatives early. Sometimes I can see my childhood self beside my mother, and sometimes I seem to hear myself crying. I can also remember the bitter taste of taking medicine in my dreams...
Sister, I feel like I will be able to remember everything very soon.
But I always feel that some things are better left unknown.
Do you think I should remember those past events? "
He looked at Ye Qiongying and asked seriously.
It seems like he is asking something else.
What he said was not a lie.
He did have a lot of dreams these days, and he really dreamed about the past.
That was when the Queen Mother was still alive.
He was still young, and although his body was very weak due to the toxins in his childhood and he could not avoid the bitter taste of medicine every day, he could still get by with his mother by his side.
Later, he saw his father, the woman standing beside him, and the lonely and hateful eyes of his mother.
The medicine tasted even more bitter.
Then, there was blood everywhere.
His mother was lying in blood, and on the other side was his hateful father and that vicious concubine.
When An Yu saw her younger self, she calmly dragged them to the cold palace, lit a fire and burned everything.
He arranged for people to erase the Queen's act of killing the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine, and changed it into a tragedy caused by a sudden illness in the royal family.
He had the emperor, empress and imperial concubine buried, but secretly ground his father and imperial concubine into ashes.
No one knows that, nowadays, only the queen is buried in the imperial mausoleum. Those disgusting men and women don't even have the chance to be buried and worshipped by future generations.
He ascended the throne and proclaimed himself king. With an iron fist, he quickly reorganized the court and took power into his own hands.
The medicine becomes more bitter day by day.
The genuine smile he once had never appeared on his face again.
A glance or an approach from others would make him violent and irritable. All he could think of was the figure lying in a pool of blood and the voices of the late emperor and the imperial concubine flirting.
Every time, he couldn't help but get angry.
It is not a good idea to involve innocent people, but those treacherous officials with ulterior motives and the secret agents who can be arranged to get close to him are just used to vent his anger.
With this title, all the obstacles were removed, the palace was completely under his control, and his reputation as a bloodthirsty tyrant spread.
Except for Liang Dehai, no one else dared to get within three steps of him.
The maids in the palace did not know that the tragic deaths of their colleagues were actually the result of a careful arrangement by someone who wanted to climb onto the dragon bed to influence the young emperor's decision, or to take the opportunity to become pregnant with a dragon seed, thereby preserving the son and getting rid of the father, and thus gaining power.
They only saw that everyone who wanted to get close to His Majesty could not escape a tragic death.
Nowadays, no one dares to have such thoughts. Everyone just wants to do their job honestly and wait until they reach the age to be released from the palace and regain their freedom.
An Yu, or Di Yu'an, never explains and doesn't care about his reputation.
He didn't even know how many years he had left to live.
Since this is the case, it is better to live according to your own wishes.
I'm going to die soon anyway.
then……
He got the purse.
Emperor Yu'an never thought that he could be knocked unconscious and turned into an adulterer just to ruin the reputation of a marquis's wife.
In fact, he had already found out that the incident was related to Leng Qianqian from the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery. Later, he was sure that the purse could not belong to Leng Qianqian. Instead, he set his sights on Ye Qiongying, the wife of the Marquis who had slept with him for a short time.
According to his previous temper, Leng Qianqian would definitely be cut into pieces.
But he didn't do that this time.
Of course, it was not because Leng Qianqian's clown-like behavior made him feel curious and special that he showed mercy to her.
Instead, he wanted to see what Ye Qiongying was going to do.
Compared to a clown who is not presentable, his attention is focused on Ye Qiongying.
In this way... it followed us to Pingwu City.
At this moment, the question he asked seemed to be talking about the past memories of "An Yu".
In fact, I want another answer.
Should he leave?
Looking back in the past, he was Di Yu'an, the emperor, the king who should be in charge of the capital. Naturally, he should not have anything to do with Ye Qiongying.
He has completely given up the past and is still guarding this small courtyard, waiting for Ye Qiongying's simple-minded younger brother An Yu to come home.
He knew that he had to and could only choose the first one.
He also knew that Ye Qiongying had no idea what he wanted to ask.
But I still couldn't help but want to hear her answer.
"An Yu." Ye Qiongying naturally didn't know all this, but she could feel that there was a dark pain in An Yu that made him hesitant, as if he was trapped in a whirlpool and couldn't break free.
This reminded her of her past life, when she was trapped in the mud of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery's Mansion, unable to free herself.
She didn't know the royal family's past, and only thought that An Yu had vaguely remembered some painful memories of her mother being hanged in front of her when she was young, which was why she reacted like this.
"The memories of the past may not be beautiful, but they still belong to you," Ye Qiongying said softly, "I am not you, and I cannot decide anything for you. If you are willing to accept the past, then face it bravely. If you want a relaxed and happy present, then let's ignore it. I just want to say that no matter what decision you make, I am here, Uncle Ye is here, you are not alone, we are all your family. We can accompany you through the painful past, and you can also share the happiness hidden in it with us."
An Yu thought of the reply letter he received half a month ago and looked at Ye Qiongying:
"But what if that pain hurts you?"