I don’t know that one day in a certain year and month can only cut off these invisible and terrible shackles.
"His Majesty……"
"Fangfei!"
Fangfei!
Fangfei!
He actually called himself Fangfei!
This is a traitor.
Fangfei's hand shook and the candlestick almost fell to the ground.
The steps couldn't help but retreat, as if the little animal smelled some red flag.
"Fangfei...I..."
It’s not unaware that the assassin chased him that day, how did he sacrifice himself to save him!
When His Majesty made his will, how did he lie about having a child and let himself escape?
These, Luo Jia mentioned them repeatedly.
However, she always reminded me: He scolded me, he did not allow women to interfere in politics, he was my son!
These three conditions will safely isolate yourself from him from afar.
If this is not the case, it will not make people calm.
In a daze, she even forgot how he lied—how to perfunctorily deal with the ministers—his son?
She stumbled and suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, which of your concubines is pregnant?"
Pregnant?
He completely forgot about this matter - in fact, it was not forgot, but solved it as soon as he came back: the nameless concubine had "miscarriage", such a simple thing. It was not impossible for the emperor to hide certain things.
Moreover, "killing the mother and establishing a son" is common for concubines to contraceptive and abortion is not surprising, and the ministers will not have any doubts.
However, Fangfei, she actually mentioned this matter at this time!
He has no son!
He has nothing, and he doesn't care about this issue at this time. He doesn't want to care about anything!
His voice was even deeper, and his footsteps were closer: "Fangfei..."
She suddenly woke up and her voice rose: "Your Majesty, Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold! You are very happy today!"