Of course, Li Yan never imagined he would regain his freedom so quickly, all because his dear mother had complained a bit to his imperial father.
Li Yun was, frankly, a little jealous.
He was jealous that Li Yan could so easily receive Ming Lingyi's attention, and jealous that Li Yan was someone Ming Lingyi cherished.
Once upon a time, he had also been the one Ming Lingyi cherished.
In the past, no matter how late he returned, a lamp was always left lit for him in her room.
No matter how tired he was, the moment he returned to a place where Ming Lingyi was, he would unconsciously feel completely at ease.
In the five years without Ming Lingyi, he had barely slept through a single night.
Even when lying beside the Kunshan Cold Jade Bed, holding the hand of the woman upon it, he still couldn't sleep.
In Kunning Palace, the scent that belonged to Ming Lingyi faded more and more with the passage of time.
