1462. Chapter 1462 All gone, grace and prosperity 03
"Not to mention a more noble status. I like Your Majesty because Your Majesty understands me. I just want to live a peaceful life like a human being. I don't ask for a prince. Mother is more valuable than son. With Your Majesty's wisdom and wisdom,
Auntie, tell me, why should your Majesty be so ruthless to a little woman like me who has no ambitions?"
The imperial concubine felt like she had been slapped in the head. She always thought that Song Rongmian must have tried all his means, and maybe he gained His Majesty's favor by stepping on her. She cursed day and night with hatred.
it turns out……
No, that's not the case. Song Rongmian is the best at lying. How could she not want more?
Which woman doesn’t want to be her husband’s first wife?
What woman doesn’t want her children to inherit the family business?
Which woman...
Drowsily, she heard Song Rongmian say: "Auntie, don't come to beg Your Majesty, don't embarrass Your Majesty. If Your Majesty can forgive you for doing such a thing, then how can the world be at peace?"
After saying that, she turned around and walked in, never looking back.
The imperial concubine felt as if a large piece of ice had been stuffed into her heart, her heart was cold, her chest was blocked, she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't speak.
She hoped that she could melt the ice with her own heat and feel better. But who knew that she would also be frozen by the ice and unable to free herself.
She waved her hand, telling Xiu'e and others not to follow her, and she wanted to be alone.
She didn't want to see anyone, and she didn't want to listen to anyone.
The family that has been famous for half a lifetime is so glorious and majestic, and the imperial concubine who has been favored for half a lifetime is so noble.
But in front of the imperial power, he is just a grain of sand in the dust.
Extremely humble and without any dignity. If the emperor makes you rich and glorious, you will be rich and glorious. If the emperor makes you humble like a dog, you will be worse than a pig or a dog.
Since ancient times, no one can blame anyone if he succeeds as a king or loses as a bandit.
If the brother succeeds, the one who is imprisoned will be the emperor, and she will be the legitimate empress dowager, and her son will be the new emperor of Zhou Dynasty.
But they failed.
What else is there to complain about?
She smiled miserably, and suddenly seemed to have seen through everything. She looked in the mirror to dress, picked up the black pen, wrote a few words messily on a handkerchief, and then bit it in half with her teeth.
In the mirror, the imperial concubine was no longer domineering and busy, but she seemed to have turned into the gentle, timid and curious Miss Song.
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The ending is always so difficult to write, but I will try my best to at least write it as it was at the beginning.
