His tone was extremely serious, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and Hua Xuanji's figure was softly printed in the dark pupils, but he didn't seem to be looking at her.
My head was in a daze, and there seemed to be that pungent smell in the air again.
He raised his lips and murmured:
"Perhaps everyone has forgotten what happened at that time, but I remember it clearly."
Nineteen years ago in Da Yang, outside the magnificent hall, a man in bright yellow robes was walking back and forth. His smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat. The eunuch behind him was wiping the sweat on his head with a handkerchief.
He shouted, pointing to the chair that had just been brought to the side and urging: "Your Majesty, why don't you sit down and wait."
"No need." The man in bright yellow robes replied very cheerfully, with anxiety in his frowning eyes. He looked inside the room, sighed, and continued to turn around and walk.
From time to time, women's screams could be heard in the room, each sound was more horrifying than the last, and each sound was weaker than the last.
The smell of blood filled the whole room. The midwife, whose hands were covered with blood, wiped the sweat from her head without fear of dirt, "Queen, you are so powerful."
He forgot how long the cry lasted and how many laps he had walked outside. It was not until the crisp and loud cry of a baby that shook his eardrums that the emperor realized what he was doing.
He opened the palace door with joy, but a smile condensed on his face for a moment.
The faces of all the people were not filled with the kind of joy that one would expect from a prince. Everyone looked heavy, with their heads lowered and did not dare to say anything. Xipo's face was even scarier and whiter, and her blood-stained hands were shaking constantly.
I almost dropped the swaddling clothes in my hands several times, and even the most basic salute was extremely difficult.
"Give birth." After all, the emperor was someone who had seen such a big scene. The emperor first regained his composure. Looking at the tired-looking woman on the bed, his expression softened. He stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, looking slightly sideways at the woman.
Trembling midwife: "Boy or girl?"
Unexpectedly, the midwife knelt down with a groan, her voice trembling so much that she almost cried.
"Hui...Hui...Your Majesty, they are...twins."
The voice behind her words was as soft as a dream, but she still clearly heard Xipo's words.
Taking a deep breath, "Which one was born first."
"It's him." A palace maid walked up shakily and tilted the swaddling clothes forward slightly.
The boy's eyes were tightly closed, his little fists were placed on his cute little face, and his long eyelashes were flickering, making him very cute.
The emperor's eyebrows suddenly curved into an arc, he reached out to take the cute swaddling clothes, stretched out his slender fingers to play with the boy's little hand. While bringing him close to the queen, he said, "Look, his eyelashes are so similar.
And you."
The queen knew his character well and knew that this was just the calm before the storm, but she didn't have the slightest strength at this moment. He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and approached the midwife:
"Show me the child."
"Swelling." "Wow." Almost instantly, two voices came to mind at the same time. The midwife was so frightened that she shook several times, and even her shoulders kept shaking.
The baby, who had just fallen asleep peacefully in her arms, was forced to the ground by the superior man in front of her. The baby, who had been silent until now, was violently impacted by the powerful force and cried out.
The voice was so loud that the queen's eyes suddenly turned red.
"An Ran." The emperor suddenly spoke loudly, with a hint of forbearance and depression in his voice. When a man answered the door, he pointed at the swaddling clothes on the ground without even looking at them, "You can't keep them."
Three words, decisively and without hesitation, decided the fate of that baby.
The palace maid was already frightened by what just happened. She suddenly trembled when she heard the words of the superior person. Tears of horror flowed down her eyes like a bursting dam. Her shoulders trembled, but she did not dare to do anything.
Voice.
"Is it against you?" The emperor's voice was as cold as ice, without the slightest emotion.
"Your Majesty." The Queen had already burst into tears. She used her last strength to tightly hold the Emperor's sleeves, her red and swollen eyes pleading, "Your Majesty, please, stay, keep him. Please."
"
"Queen." The emperor kissed the baby in his arms gently and handed it to the maid behind him. He shook his head heavily and said sincerely: "It will be a good thing for you if you are the first, but it will be a disaster for the next. You can't keep it."
"Even if I beg you." The queen didn't know where the strength came from, and she almost fell to the ground. She stumbled and held the swaddle that he had knocked down in her arms. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.
.
"Your Majesty, please, keep him. Keep him."
The emperor did not expect her move at all, and quickly stood up to help her up. However, without even looking at the swaddling baby, he asked, "Queen, what are you doing?"
"God has the virtue of good life. Your Majesty, please spare his life. Even if he doesn't become the prince, just spare his life."
The air seemed to freeze for an instant, and the only sound left was the choking sounds of the infant in the queen's arms.
After a long time, the superior man finally nodded and said to the figure who had been waiting outside the door: "Pass the message, the Queen has given me another heir, and is hereby promoted to the title of Crown Prince."
Holding Ye Sheng in his arms again, the emperor even filled in some smile lines on his eyebrows and kept shaking the swaddling clothes in his hands:
He shouted over and over again: "Yesheng, Yesheng. Yesheng, do you like this name?"
The infant Ye Sheng seemed to understand the emperor's words. He opened his eyelids and burst into laughter.
Raising her head slightly, the queen looked at the smiling man holding the baby, and her eyes suddenly went dark. The hand holding the baby dropped limply to the ground.
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