The emperor endured his anger and went to see the queen for the last time.
Before entering the bedroom, he was only angry at the queen.
They have been married for more than 20 years, and she is fully aware of his plans and that he will not harm the prince, but she is still unwilling to fulfill him and cherish the relationship between husband and wife.
But when he walked into the bedroom and saw the person lying on the bed, his heart suddenly hurt. It was a plain dress embroidered with green flowers. It had been a long time since he had seen her wear it. It had been so long that he couldn't remember it. She once had such delicate clothes.
There were flowers on her hair, reflecting her tranquil face. He suddenly remembered that she was running on the snow in the wind and snow, picking many small plum blossoms and embedding them carefully on her temples.
Her face turned crimson from running, and it was the same color as the pale pink plum blossoms, making her look more delicate than flowers.
Yes, he had forgotten that she had such a beautiful youth.
When she got married into the family, she was very confused and didn't know many things. Her big eyes were open, innocent and clear.
She was easily nervous. I remember the first time I brought her to the palace to meet his husband, she didn't sleep all night, tossing and turning. The next day, there were dark circles under her eyes, and she had to apply a lot of powder to cover them up. She held his hand all the way, My palms are sweating.
He also laughed at her at that time, saying that she was so nervous just after entering the palace. How about living in the palace from now on?
She said that she would work hard to grow up and she would not be laughed at.
Such purity once made his heart flutter.
But later he married Liu'er, who was completely different from her.
Liu'er has various styles, full of sorrow and resentment, sometimes sad, sometimes charming, and every move she makes touches his heart.
He fell in love with Liu'er, and all women lost their color in his eyes.
But he didn't know when the queen had become mature and steady. He didn't know what kind of efforts she had made behind her, and he never cared.
But now, everyone in the palace was there, and he couldn't see anyone else. As he walked past step by step, all the sounds seemed to be noises from outside the world, and the cries seemed to come from far, far away. He only saw a very long line. At the end of the lonely road, there was her lying quietly on the bed.
He knew that he would lose her forever.
No matter whether it was the heartbeat, the final impatience, or the disgust, there will be no trace of it.
she left.
He suddenly had a moment of clarity. Why did he end up in the field today? Although he and she are not a loving couple, they respect each other. Why are they like this?
However, in addition to her at the end, there was also the splendid dragon chair, which was a symbol of imperial power. It was his life's ideal. It was so hard back then that he sat on the dragon chair.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone, he just wants to protect his position. Is he wrong? He was not wrong.
Even with this thought, his tears still fell when he arrived at the bed.
He stretched out his trembling fingers and touched her cheek, which was so cold that there was no warmth at all.
She is dead.
He was suddenly startled and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Nangong Yitian knelt on one side and raised his head to look at him. From the moment he entered the palace, Nangong Yitian had been watching him without missing any emotion.
Nangong Yitian couldn't tell whether these tears were crocodile tears or genuine sadness, maybe both.
Nangong Yitian's eyes gradually turned cold. His mother was definitely not having a heart attack.
The emperor turned around slowly, glanced at Nangong Yitian, and slowly moved his eyes to Leng Xiao's face. This woman made him feel scared.
There was a complete clarity in her eyes, as if nothing could be hidden from her.
When the imperial concubine was pregnant, she had this look and this look in her eyes.
As expected, the imperial concubine gave birth to a fetus.
