"But, Your Majesty, don't forget this. I don't like you! We have indeed had friendships in the past, but time has passed, people and moods have changed. Your Majesty, you think, you can go back
Are you 20 years old? You can't do it, why do you want me to be the same as 18 years old forever?"
Her voice was so cold, "Your Majesty, what you want to do is not to hit your "mother's queen"! What you should favor is the concubines in your palace. They are your women. If you dare to blaspheme the Queen Mother, then
Are you not afraid that your father's spirit in heaven will be furious?"
Emperor Hongwen's body could hardly support it, and his face was full of panic.
"Go back! You should be the real queen! As for filial piety and fasting, there is no need to do so!"
He turned around and left, never looking back, and his heart was broken into pieces.
Early the next morning, Emperor Hongwen led the civil and military ministers to return to Beijing.
Li Yi and a group of palace men took the little prince to see him off, but they saw Emperor Hongwen being haggard overnight, with a long beard, and his whole body seemed to have been pulled away.
Li Yi was shocked. After all, he was an old friend, but he felt a little unbearable.
Emperor Hongwen just hugged his son, kissed him again and again, reluctant to leave, with a look of attachment on his face, and repeatedly reminded: "Li Yi, you must take good care of the little prince and not let him make any mistakes."
"I obey the order."
He hesitated for a moment before whispering, "You must take good care of the Queen Mother."
"I will do my best, please rest assured, Your Majesty."
The Imperial Army's flag has already arrived.
The commander-in-chief was already in Hou Jia. Wei Qiyuan waved the whisk in his hand and followed, "Your Majesty, can you set off?"
Emperor Hongwen just looked back.
No one, she didn't show up.
The child in his hand is heavy and he can't let go no matter what.
The child could already smile, his hands moved around, and he didn't know how to be sad and parted, but he kept squeezing the patterns on his father's dragon robe.
"Hong'er... Poor Hong'er... You will never see your father for a long time... Alas, your father will miss you every day, what about you? Will you miss your father?"