During the whole process, he never spoke. His mind and heart were now a mass of mush. He had no maternal background compared to when he was a boy. When he didn't know the truth, he was in the dilemma of conflict between the Queen Mother and the courtiers.
It is more difficult to make a decision; it is more impossible to break through than the choice before a grand war; it is more absurd than everything he has experienced...
She returned the imperial edict.
Returning the life-saving medicine he gave her - she had a difficult delivery, she could no longer have children, and she no longer had a sense of security and protection. So, he gave it to her, giving her the right to restrain the little prince and little emperor in the future! Let her be able to control the ministers.
Right - at least, it has been established in an invincible position that can protect itself. At any time, it has the power to protect its own life, so that it will not be like those weak concubines, those who were buried in sacrifice, those who entered the cold palace and those who entered the cold palace...
However, she actually returned this right to him, without caring or cherishing it, as if this thing was just insignificant, just an insignificant thing, just throw it away, not worth any retention.
That is the last protection and the last promise that a man can give to a woman, and even for this, he does not even care about the country, the country, or the subsequent political risks - just for this woman, let her interfere with his son,
Let her dominate the world, let her protect herself... He can ignore any dangers and consequences it brings.
However, at this time, she actually returned it to him.
It's like I don't even know what the use of this thing is.
It’s not that I don’t know, I’m tired! I’m really too tired. In this protracted love palace war, she went from a young girl to a woman, from the initial innocence to the scheming; from three childhood sweethearts to
The three parted ways; even the innocence and tenderness of the past no longer exist.
He leaned against the bed, showing no expression. He just closed his eyes tightly and didn't even glance at the imperial edict on the table. Only when he looked carefully could he notice the rapid rise and fall of his chest, trembling.
And the turbulent final dying breath...
However, Feng Miaolian didn't know whether she didn't see it or didn't hear it at all. The surroundings were so quiet that she couldn't hear the last heat radiating from a man's chest, nor did she care, as if she couldn't feel this heat anymore.
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————————There was another earthquake last night, so scary:)) 2012 is gradually coming:)))