"Leave it to you?" Qiye raised his eyebrows, looking a little sarcastic: "Hurd, how can I not see the matter between you and Hong Yi? How can I trust you?"
"Since the emperor knows, then the emperor should leave it to the ministers to handle it."
"Why?"
"Because, Chen, I don't want her to end up in such a bad way. In this world, I am the only one who will be weak-minded towards her. He has always been."
Qiye's eyes were blurry. After a long time, he nodded and said softly: "Okay, but all actions will have to wait until Qianshang gives birth safely, because I can't bear any more shock!"
In fact, he can understand Hurd's mood, just like how uncomfortable he felt when he put Qianshang into the cold palace this time.
pain like a knife
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When Qiye walked into Fengchen Hall, Hongyi had already prepared dinner. She was alone, silently thinking about the food on a large table. When she saw Qiye walking in, she stood up quickly and meekly
Say: "Your Majesty"
Red clothes, very plain on this day
She was not as colorful as usual, and her face was very haggard. Maybe the death of the little prince really gave her a big blow.
The death of the little prince is like a mystery in their minds that cannot be solved no matter what.
Qiye sat down and looked at Hong Yi across the table full of food and wine. Unknowingly, his heart felt heavy - the woman in front of him loved him. He could feel it. She loved him far more than Hurd.
Maybe it's because, in his hands, he can give her supreme status, supreme wealth, and supreme power.
