Appreciation of excerpts from the Tribulation in the Lower World of Antarctica (excerpted from the original article "The Tyrant's Wife Controls: The Useless Crazy Queen")
"Brother Haotian..." I'm sorry!
These three words were spoken by Mo Zihan in her heart.
She knew Yuchi Haotian's thoughts very early on, but she really only regarded him as her brother.
Her heart has been given to another person and can never be taken back.
Ever since she received the imperial edict to become a queen, she knew her fate.
Her heart and her dreams all ended because of that imperial edict.
Without her heart, she could not survive without her heart. Although the man who owned her heart told her that he didn't care, she knew that her love with him had no way to go.
She had no intention of hurting Yuchi Haotian, but she knew that even if she didn't hurt him now, she would in the future. She and him were destined to be impossible.
She knew clearly that Yuchi Haotian was good to her, so she couldn't hurt him. Instead of suffering endless pain in the future, it would be better to end the pain at the beginning.
The pain in her chest was excruciating, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out. Death was sucking her life away bit by bit.
She really wanted to take another look at that face that haunted her, that face that she would never get tired of looking at for the rest of her life...
Before the darkness swallowed up her consciousness, she only saw countless guards pouring into the palace gate, and heard Yuchi Haotian's constant shouting for the imperial doctor...
Away from the hustle and bustle of the palace, Mo Xuehan strolled alone to a secluded part of the imperial garden.
The crape myrtle flowers are in full bloom in autumn, just like in his heart, the cold winter season is about to come.
When you give the woman you love to your "best brother", you have to smile...
He always thought that she had weight in his heart. He had family affection, love between man and woman, and gratitude for her, but this weight was much smaller than other things.
It wasn't until today that he personally sent her away to this palace that didn't belong to her, that he realized that this sister he had grown up with had left such a deep imprint on his heart.
Before leaving, the tear that slipped from the corner of her eye was like a strong corrosive, slowly, severely, and seriously corroding his heart.
But what about heartache? Can he tell the emperor that he and she are not brother and sister? She has loved him since she was a child? Can he ask the emperor to take back the imperial edict?
He can't do any of these, let alone know how to do them!
A gust of autumn wind blew by, and a crape myrtle flower that had just bloomed on the tree was blown off by the wind, fell to the ground, and rolled several times.
A little palace maid, holding a tray, hurried past and happened to step on the fallen crape myrtle flower.
Picking up the crape myrtle flower that had been trampled to the ground by the palace maid and no longer had any vitality at all, Mo Xuehan's heart felt as if it was being choked.
Although he promised her that even if the emperor touched her, he would not dislike her.
But just like the crape myrtle flower that was trampled to the point of being lifeless in his hand, when he can pick her up, will she still have the vitality of the flowers on the tree?
And can he still pamper her without any suspicion as he does now?
The palace not far away became more and more noisy. Mo Xuehan frowned slightly and stood up to find a more secluded place.
"Master!"
Wuhen's face was pale and bloodless, and he hurried to Mo Xuehan's side from a short distance away.
Mo Xuehan's heart suddenly jumped heavily.
Wuhen is one of his four personal bodyguards. He has excellent mental qualities and will not change his color even at the critical moment on the battlefield. This is the first time he has seen Wuhen look so panicked.