Satisfied Female Emperor

The lights in the room seemed to have dimmed as well, and the cool night air in all directions gathered around her. That cold and emotionless aura gradually pressed into her body and seeped into her heart, turning into steel knives that minced her weak hope of protecting him with all her might.

She stood up shakily, but before she could say anything, tears had already flowed down her face. One by one, tears fell as they fell to the ground and quickly, soundlessly dispersed.

"There, walk straight. The first courtyard …" Tutor Qian's finger seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds as he pointed at a door on the wall behind the room. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. After speaking, he covered his eyes.

The sadness that had accumulated in her heart over the years seemed to surge up to her chest, over her heart, and to her mouth in but a moment.

It was as if he had fallen into a field of death by himself. There was no life, only despair. It was a kind of endless desolation.

It was as if her soul had been extracted from her body. The only thing that remained in her mind was the wanderer chant she had just learned when she was young:

Mom, listen to me recite poetry for you.

Alright, carry on. I'm listening. The tall and fat woman wiped her hands on her apron and earnestly sat in front of her, listening to her daughter's childish words.

The thread in the mother's hand, the wanderer's clothes.

As they left, they did not want to be late.

Who was the one who was careful with his words and reported the Three Sunsets …

In a daze, he staggered to the entrance of the courtyard that Tutor Qian pointed out, revealing a bit of shaking light in the room.

Her mind was a hazy mess. She knew that her mother was there, so she walked forward without a care.

Madame Du Su lay on the bed, and Ru Yi dared not admit it. The person on the bed had gray hair, a dull complexion, and lips that were almost devoid of blood. Ru Yi fell to her knees in front of the bed.

"Mother, your daughter is unfilial. She came late."

Finally, she could no longer hold back the pain in her heart. All of her long perseverance and perseverance had lost its meaning because of this moment.

Xue Chaoyun hid in the corner, unable to tell what he was feeling.

At first, he just went to the Du Family for a visit. When he heard that his cousin was praying for his cousin in the Royal Monastery, he came here involuntarily. Although the Royal Temple was not open to the public, it was not difficult for him to come from the back of the mountain.

When they found their way to the Du Family's elder cousin's courtyard, it was already getting dark. They heard two small Shami who had brought them food, "Today, Mistress Xiao Hui has a blessing in disguise. This rice cake was given to her by a French Master."

Another said, "When a master comes out of seclusion, he has always only given pastries to fated people. It seems like Mistress Xiao Hui will be able to accomplish what she wants this time."

However, someone in front shook his head, "That might not be the case. The host will definitely not agree to it."

The other one said, "How strange, it's just a matter of law. We don't know how many times we've done it, but this Almsgiver here doesn't want to do it …"

As he hid in the tree and listened to these words, his heart gradually grew dull and painful. If the two Shamings were talking about the Du Family's Aunt, then the matter that Aunt Du wanted must have been done for Cousin Wei Zhao.

His cousin had been gone for a few years. Other than him, there was still his aunt thinking like this. It was unlikely that his cousin would feel lonely in the underworld, but he still couldn't accept the fact that she was dead …

Initially, when he learned martial arts, he hated the royal family and the imperial concubines. So many guards and palace maids, why did his cousin save him and kill him? At that time, his cousin was only nine years old, not even ten years old.

When he saw the little Shami bringing food into a courtyard and coming out of it, he gently floated into the temple. Luckily, there were not many people in the temple hall, otherwise, people would definitely find out about it, and today he was only wearing a white robe, which was very eye-catching.

He thought for a while and felt that it would be inappropriate for him to go out like this. He then thought of taking his father's card and going up the mountain again, but before he could leave, he realized that something was wrong. He fell asleep before he finished eating.

Just as he was about to go out, he saw two monks come in and carry his cousin to bed, then quickly leave.

Puzzled, he quickly walked to the side of the bed and reached out his hand to test her breathing. Just as he was about to establish a pulse, he heard some movement outside and remembered that he was an unexpected guest.

The person in front of him, although he called her a young girl, he didn't dress her like a young girl.

She was dressed in a fine riding suit, adorned with a little gold crown, black feathery hair in a boy's bun, a plain white brocade riding dress with red cloud stripes at the cuffs, a red ribbon with golden flowers on the waist, and a pair of light-colored deer boots, muddy to the touch, which showed how much she had come.

Ru Yi was still crying. Normally, she might have noticed that there were other people in the room, but right now, she was only focusing on sticking close to Du Su's face and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Mother, don't die … It's all my fault … Open your eyes and look, I'm your Wei Zhao'er!" Mother, look at me. I'm not dead, so don't die … "

She could hear the sound of it in her ears, and she knew that someone had just come in and carried her to bed, but this one behind her …

Her Wei Zhao … Was this the appearance of the Bodhisattva, telling her to meet her daughter in her dreams? But why was it so real? It was just like real. Madame Du Su tried so hard to open her eyes to take a look, but she couldn't. There seemed to be moisture on her face. That wasn't hers.

The French master said that she had her own destiny. Could this be fate? If this was true, if her Wei Zhao really didn't die, if this was the only way she could meet him, so what if she couldn't open her eyes? She would still be willing to lie there like this for her entire life!

Du Su's tears also began to flow out. Her big sister Zhao!

Ru Yi cried her last breath. "Mother, open your eyes and look at me. Look at me …" "I am your sister Zhao!"

She caressed Du Su's face, her heart was filled with grief, her eyes were misty, her thin eyelids were flooded with tears, her nose was also red. The princess, who had a valiant and valiant look a few minutes ago, had become a lonely child.

The grief and fear of those kneeling on the ground caused Xue Qianyun to overlap with the memory of his little cousin. He couldn't help but step forward and kick his feet against a stool.

The noise in the room gave Ru Yi a fright. She quickly wiped her tears away and turned around to look outside.

In a quiet room, a slender youth stood in the darkness of the room with tears in his eyes as he stared at her. His hands were clenched into fists by his side, but his eyes were unblinking.

Compared to the suspicion he had when he first met her, when he saw her expression, he thought about what Tutor Qian had told him about Xue Duanjing being transferred back to the capital. After a moment's thought, he opened his mouth and asked, "Is that you?"

Her throat was already hoarse. Even though she was hesitating and hesitant, her aggrieved appearance and miserable voice made Xue Yun, who had no idea whether to be angry or happy at this scene, soften in an instant. She remembered him and instantly recognized him …

The person opposite him nodded in the flickering candle light.

Ru Yi's heart surged with shame. Her background was bizarre, so she wasn't strong enough to be with an outsider. This concerned the honor of the family and the peace of the Du family, but in the end, she had deceived her relatives who truly treated her well …

Tears welled up in her eyes, big ones running down her cheeks.

Xue Xianyun took a small step forward, raising his right hand slightly. When he regained his senses, he pulled it back to his side. For a moment, it was as if something had blocked his throat, and he didn't know where to begin.

He did hate the grand daughter and the emperor, but if his cousin didn't die, could she be the grand daughter now?

Xue Chaoyun thought of Mister Qian, the great scholar of the day, but instead went to a small school in Ping County to teach. Later, when Cousin Zhao entered the palace, he followed her back to the capital and became the Imperial Tutor of the dynasty. The Third Princess was chosen as her daughter, and the Imperial Tutor was given the title of Tutor …

Cousin Zhao could still see the shadows of her childhood, but she didn't look like Uncle Du at all …

Shay's mind was in a whirl, and he could feel all her tears falling on his heart. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even breathe, so he tilted his head and didn't look at her. Instead, he pointed at the bed and said, "Aunt, she …"

He hadn't finished speaking when he heard a shout from afar, "Your Highness?" Your Highness? "

Ru Yi's lips quivered violently as she felt her tears and wanted to leave.

Xue Ning Yun didn't expect her to be so heartless, and pulled her hand. Ru Yi turned her head with a pleading look in her eyes.

"I'll go beg Imperial Father. I'll definitely find a famous doctor to save my mother …"

The voices outside the courtyard grew louder and louder. Xue Qianyun wanted to say something, but she was too busy walking that she didn't even notice. She pulled his hand and rushed out.

The feeling of holding her was still in his hand, but she had already left.

Even though the sky had yet to turn dark, there was a cold feeling coming from inside the house. The feeling of loss was too strong, making his heart ache.

Du Su forced herself to sit up, looking at Xue Qianyun who turned around, she waved her hand, "Qianyun, come over and help me."

Xue Chaoyun walked over obediently, then pulled over a large green pillow from the corner and placed it behind Du Su's back. After doing all this, he stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do as he lowered his head, his long eyelashes covering his beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

The water stains on Du Su's face had yet to dry. She didn't wipe it off, but smiled as if nothing had happened.

"It's been years since I've seen you, and in the blink of an eye you've become a big boy. She was born good-looking when she was young, but now that she's grown up, she looks sturdy as well. How have your parents been? "

"They're all right."

Du Su let out an 'oh'. "Your elder brother should have children by now. These past few years, I've been quite muddle-headed, and I haven't been able to get around …"

"Mother is very happy to have a little girl. "They say that she gave birth to two sons but not a daughter. Now that she has a granddaughter, she wants to make her daughter's child suffer as well …"

He actually didn't know what to say, as the impact on him today was too great.

"You, came back alone? Or did your father return to the capital as well? " Du Su's mind was buzzing. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to discuss it with someone, but felt that these matters couldn't be discussed. Thus, she could only find nothing to say.

"Father has been transferred back. I do not know if he will stay in the capital or continue with his duties." I … went to the Du Family today. I heard from my uncle that … You have come to the Royal Monastery to... Cousin Zhao … "Praying, I …"