"My marriage to you was your father and brother's idea. It was a transaction. They wanted to get power, wealth and even more from me.
But you are not. You have been very good these years. I think this is good, so let it always be like this."
Emperor Qi always called himself "I" instead of "I", which made her see hope and made her extremely moved and grateful.
Empress Qi thought to herself that he loved her, and even a stone would warm her after being together for so many years.
She is willing to retreat behind the scenes, willing to be driven by him, and willing to do many, many things for him.
But now that I think about it, what he said at that time actually had another meaning.
"You've always been good, so keep it that way."
In fact, he was saying that she had always been honest, and he thought that was good. After all, another queen might not be more trouble-free or more suitable than her.
But tonight he suddenly mentioned this matter, just to say that she was dishonest.
Queen Qi's lips moved, trying to defend herself, but in the end it turned into a bitter smile that was too light to be seen.
She lowered her head more respectfully and said softly, "Yes, Your Majesty, I know my mistake and I will never do it again."
She didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at Emperor Qi, but she could feel his cold gaze falling on her head, which weighed more than a thousand pounds.
She thought, what made him most angry was that she had touched Zhao Hongru, or the Marquis of Dongyang?
She didn't know.
But thinking about it, it wasn't the case, it was just because she made him unhappy.
With a flick of the hand, the porridge bowl was finally taken over.
"Get up." Qi Huang said calmly, "What's going on over there at the Jinxiu Pavilion?"
Empress Qi felt relieved, knowing that this incident was over, and she hurriedly said, "It's nothing serious."
Emperor Qi was noncommittal. After a while, he said, "Go back."
It took Queen Qi a while to realize that he was going back to his own palace.
Eunuch Gou was busy arranging his companionship. Empress Qi wanted to send him out, but was stopped.
She had no choice but to stand there, silently watching Yu Jia go away. When she looked back, she saw the bowl of porridge that had been cooked carefully for a long time, sitting untouched on the desk.
The old palace man walked in softly and asked, "Mother, how are you?"
"Ah" Queen Qi raised her head blankly, stared at the old palace man for a long time, and then whispered, "Oh, your Majesty is a person who remembers love."
The old palace man didn't quite understand the meaning of these words. After a moment of silence, he said, "Oh, that's good. As long as His Majesty still remembers his feelings, that's fine."
Queen Qi asked, "Where did he go? Did he go to Jinxiu Pavilion and see Dongyang Hou?"
The old palace man shook his head.
Queen Qi fell into silence again. After a long time, she smiled softly, "Mommy, do you feel that we are all like items displayed on a Duobao grid?"
The old palace man was at a loss and didn't understand what it meant.
Empress Qi didn't expect the old palace people to understand. She looked at the bowl of porridge and fell into deep thought.
Concubine Li, Gu Mingyue, Zhao Hongru, herself, and the many male favorites are just the furnishings in Yan Youdao's treasure house.
He collected everything he had ever crossed paths with, anything that interested him and made him unforgettable.
It may not necessarily be about how much love or nostalgia there is, but just to satisfy him and make him feel that he is really rich and not that poor guy who lost everything overnight and is as panic-stricken as a bereaved dog.
Queen Qi suddenly laughed, "He won't love others, so don't be wishful thinking."