In fact, if she really wanted to know how they were doing now, she could activate the 'sky mirror' in her hand.
However, the world is full of different situations, and everyone has his or her own way of living and destiny.
Why should she know too much? Even if she knew, what could she do? Fortunately, wouldn't it be better to remain ignorant?
Now, what worries her is that the imperial court killed so many people at once. Although they were not killed by her hands, they were indirectly related to her.
Now I don't know whether this will lead to murder or whether it will damage the merit she has accumulated with great difficulty.
Thinking of this, she became faintly anxious, activated the 'Wentian Sword', and quickly returned to the palace. She had no time to return to Jiaofang Palace, so she couldn't wait to rush towards the Dream Hidden Pavilion.
The night is gone, the sky in the east is bright red, and the sun is about to rise.
In the Hidden Dream Pavilion, Ya Ge burst into tears as she watched the seedlings at the bottom of the pavilion suddenly sprout four slender seedling stems... Does this mean that her merits are fuller again? Yong Ling
Resurrection and endless hope?
But, what should we do next? How can we let this seedling decorate the entire Hidden Dream Pavilion?
After all, how long will it take for it to be covered with green trees and tangled branches? Wu Yage became confused again.
Yongling, I miss you, I miss you...
At this moment, longing was like an arrow leaving the string, piercing her heart in an instant, but no red blood could flow out...
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Time passes, and the years fly by.
The situation in Xuanyuan Kingdom is very good. Wu Yage is leading the country conscientiously and marching towards the "Xuanyuan Prosperity", taking every detail into consideration.
Never say tired, never complain.
However, her person and her heart became increasingly empty.
Looking back on my life after time travel, I went from a desperate princess to a grand concubine, then to Concubine Li, Concubine Hua, and Queen, until today she is in a high place, above ten thousand people.
However, no matter how her identity changes, she has never been able to control her life. After three dynasties, all she sees is her own loneliness, only loneliness!
Many times in the middle of the night, when she woke up from the nightmare, her heart would be wandering: Whose concubine and whose woman am I tonight...