1392. Chapter 1392 Does tiger poison eat its children? 03
This was naturally a fatal blow to the emperor, who would definitely not trust him anymore.
She raised her hand and pinched her cheek, frowning, "Ahhhhh, I'm going crazy, why is it so complicated."
Huangfujin rubbed her head sympathetically, "Don't think so much, it will damage your brain."
His slender fingers gently pinched her heart, letting her relax little by little.
Su Mo slowly snuggled into his arms, hugged him tightly, and said softly: "Your Highness Jing, what do you think we should do?"
As for the emperor, he would do whatever it takes for the sake of his throne, his reputation, and for the sake of generations to come.
If she could retreat alone in the past, it was because she had no feelings for the Su family, but now, she can't leave because the Su family is detained by the emperor. Unless they work for him, they have no way to retreat.
But what happened to Wu Hensheng suddenly overturned her understanding of the emperor. In the past, she thought that although he was strong and domineering and treated Huangfu Jin badly, he was still a good emperor.
If he was really the executioner who killed her own youngest son, she felt that she could not cross that threshold psychologically, and he was a murderer in her heart.
And because of his own abnormal psychology, Huangfujin has been tortured for so many years, and he has not been able to get the parental love that a normal person should have.
Taking a step back, at least Huangfu Jin has Old Man Ye who loves him, and Ali, Liu Yun and others to accompany him.
But what about Wu Hensheng?
She had an inexplicable sympathy for Wu Hensheng, and most of the hatred she had for him had disappeared. If he hadn't beaten Liu Nian to death, she would have even chosen not to interfere anymore.
For an ignorant child, he was so young, but his father didn't want him to live. I'm afraid no pain could be greater than this.
She took a deep breath and said, "I feel so tired."
Huangfujin picked her up, put her head on his neck, and coaxed her softly, "If you're tired, take a nap. I'll stay with you."
He carried her to the room prepared for her in the palace, carefully placed her on the bed, and sat on the chair next to her and looked at her quietly.
Her little face leaned in his palm, and tears flowed down his fingers. She sobbed softly: "I'm just glad that you are just the son of Concubine Shu. I can't even imagine what it would be like if you were the son of Concubine Shu."
