Chapter 353, Do you have a clear ideaChapter 1085 About My Wedding Night, I Was Holding Another Woman

Wan Jiaojiao's temperament knows that he wouldn't be able to come back without greeting him now.

But she just didn't come.

Things are chaotic outside today.

Despite the tight security in the Eastern Palace, accidents can still happen.

With the history of his relationship with Wan Jiaojiao and Sanbao's dying entrustment, Li Chen absolutely couldn't tolerate Wan Jiaojiao having an accident at this time.

A maidservant whispered, "I saw Miss Wan in the back garden just now."

"Very good, enjoy the view."

Li Chen felt slightly relieved. As long as the person was still in the East Palace, everything would be fine.

After saying that, Li Chen directly turned his head and went to the back garden.

And in the crowd, Zhao Rui opened her mouth as if to call out to Li Chen, but ultimately swallowed the words that reached her lips.

"Concubine Tai, we should go back first. The imperial physician said you injured your head and need to rest for many days," the maidservant whispered, unable to bear to see Zhao Rui's disheartened expression.

Zhao Rui sighed softly and nodded, saying, "Let's go, let's go back."

East Palace back garden, inside a pavilion.

The wind and rain lashed down from all directions. Wan Jiaojiao crouched under the gazebo, already soaked to the bone, but she seemed oblivious.

Tears streamed down her face; she was helpless, like a discarded rabbit, curled up holding her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the wind and rain ceased.

It wasn't that the rain stopped, but rather that she had an umbrella over her head.

Wan Jiaojiao, seeing Li Chen holding an umbrella for her behind her, hastily wiped away her tears and turned around wanting to kneel down.

"No need for formalities."

Li Chen said softly, "You know"

Wan Jiaojiao could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"Your Highness, Jiaojiao has lost her father."

As if the emotions that had been repressed for so long were finally being released, Wan Jiajiao burst into tears and couldn't stop.

She choked back tears as she said, "Jiaojiao was found by her adoptive father when she was still an infant. It was he who raised me. Although we weren't blood relatives, my adoptive father treated me like his own daughter. He even used to say occasionally that he wanted to find a good husband for me. But now, he's gone."

Li Chen couldn't bear to see this, and said, "If you want to cry, just let it out."

Wàn Jiāojiāo's pretty face was streaked with tears, her red eyes timidly looking at Lǐ Chén, "Your Highness..."

Li Chen opened his arms and hugged Wan Jiaojiao.

Wan Jiaojiao could no longer hold back her tears, leaning against Li Chen's shoulder and sobbing loudly.

Outside the gazebo, wind and rain lashed against the banana trees, and the flowers and plants in the garden were drenched. Standing inside the gazebo, both of them were soaked to the bone. Li Chen's entire crimson wedding attire was repeatedly wetted and dried.

But at this moment, holding Wan Jiajiao in his arms who was trembling all over, as frail and pitiful as a rabbit, Li Chen could only comfort her, "Your godfather died for the country. This palace has posthumously conferred him the title of Marquis Wuding, and his funeral will be held according to the specifications of a marquis, considered a glorious burial."

Moreover, this palace has him buried beside Dingling. Dingling is the imperial mausoleum of our royal family. Even in death, he will forever enjoy incense there.

Li Chen's words brought Wan Jiaojiao to tears.

After crying for a while, Wan Jiaojiao seemed to remember something. She broke free from Li Chen and knelt on the ground, saying: "Jiaojiao thanks His Highness for his grace on behalf of her foster father."

Li Chen said: "In the end, he asked me to treat you well."

"I'm sure even in heaven, he wouldn't want to see you so sad."

Wan Jiaojiao wiped away a tear and whispered, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Let someone in."

Li Chen said something, and immediately someone came quickly from the darkness and knelt outside the pavilion.

"Take Jiaojiao to rest, and tell the kitchen to cook a bowl of ginger soup. Check her pulse, make sure she doesn't get sick."impeccable, looked like skinny monkeys in Li Chen's eyes.The tallest of the grass pheasants, Jing Erlang, wouldn't have exceeded 1.6 meters according to Li Chen's estimation, probably around 1.58 mete...