Emperor Jing squinted his eyes slightly, searching Zi Xun's half-downed face with probing eyes. His questioning voice was slightly trembling, "Did she say anything? Did she mention how she knew Qin'er...Qin'er?"
Handicraft process…”
Emperor Jing was talking about the ink-making process she just mentioned?
Zixun was stunned, and the fingers that were tightly clenched instantly let go, and the almost soaked note in her hand fell to the ground. Concubine He saw it at a glance, and hurriedly came over to pick it up. She looked at it carefully, her expression
He suddenly became excited, "This is... the note left by Sister Qin Fei!"
"Show it to me quickly!"
Emperor Jing's face changed when he heard this. He stood up and walked up to Concubine He in a few steps. He snatched the note from her hand and with just one glance, his eyes immediately turned red.
[If you don’t see the ice and fire melting together, I won’t forget that the snow and ink are lingering.]
[A hundred years of fire will burn away my concubine’s love, and a thousand years of snow will solidify your heart.]
[Don’t forget each other, once you miss each other, you will never forget it, no matter how difficult it is to miss you again.]
[I only wish that your heart is like my heart, and we will never be separated from each other!]
"I only hope that your heart will be like my own, and that we will never be separated from each other..."
The small piece of paper was almost crumpled into a ball. Emperor Jing shook his body, his eyes filled with blood red. He could only repeat the four lines of poetry on the piece of paper over and over again, but his voice became lower and lower. Finally, he
Crying face to face.
"It's me who failed Qin'er, it's me who didn't let her die a good death, it's all my fault, it's my fault..."
Zixun's voice was clear and gentle, "Princess Jiaoyue asked the daughter to pass this to the emperor. She said...this is the poem that Concubine Qin left when she made ink for the emperor for the last time."
"What else did Yue'er say?"
Emperor Jing closed his eyes and his voice was choked with sobs, but it lacked the majesty and strength just now, and was full of guilt, "I owe Concubine Qin, and I also owe Yue'er and Hao'er... If Yue'er insists on refusing the marriage, I will definitely not
I will try harder..."
Bei Minghao breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he was worried that Emperor Jing would forcefully recall Yue'er in order to consolidate the relationship with the Xitan Kingdom, and then marry her to Xicheng Jue in a few years. Fortunately, Bei Mingyue still stayed.
With this last move, all hidden dangers were nipped in the cradle!
"This is the end of today's affairs. The auspicious time will come in a while. It is inconvenient to kill again at this time. Then Xi Chengfu's crime of treason..."
Emperor Jing rubbed his eyebrows and closed his eyes tightly, "Delay the processing!"
Concubine He's face suddenly stiffened. Delayed processing?
Xi Zimu is from Xicheng Jue, and there is no guarantee that Prime Minister Xi will be too. If we don't eradicate the root cause now, if Xicheng Jue is angry with her interference today and finds a way to save Prime Minister Xi...
"Your Majesty, Xi Zimu has already surrendered to the law. It is not an exaggeration to deal with Prime Minister Xi now. Why..."
Before Concubine He finished speaking, Emperor Jing waved his hand tiredly, "Forget it, we'll deal with it another day."
Yes, Emperor Jing saw the note left by Concubine Qin. It was too late to feel sad at this time. How could he be in the mood to deal with Prime Minister Xi, who was Concubine Qin's biological father?
Concubine He's face turned blue and purple, and she could only retreat unwillingly.
"Now the auspicious time for the fourth princess is approaching. Your Majesty, should we retire now, or should we..."
Zixun couldn't help but speak. No one knew that her palms were already filled with sweat when she said these words.
Bei Mingyue told her that the news she wanted to bring to Emperor Jing was extremely important, and Bei Minghao would also tell Emperor Jing,