Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

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He Yuandao clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the sky.

The moonlight was hazy and the stars were twinkling in the sky, giving people an inexplicable sense of trance.

He Yuan seemed to see a woman in the void, and also seemed to see a lonely grave.

It was a tomb he had erected with his own hands, and inside was her favorite jade hairpin.

Every year at this time, he would sit in front of her tomb for three days.

Thinking of that heroic and beautiful woman, He Yuan felt bitter in his heart.

If he had not left the city that day, he would not have met her, and if they had not been in love, he would not have killed her.

All the mistakes he made were his fault. Now that the beauty has become a wisp of fragrance, there is no point in saying anything.

He just regretted that God didn't even give him a chance to compensate. If he wanted to take revenge, he could only wait for the competition fifty years later.

Thinking of this, He Yuan couldn't help but clasp his fingers and hit the table hard.

"City Lord, let's have some tea. It's getting late. It's time to rest."

The one-eyed old woman came in from outside carrying a teapot.

He Yuan suppressed the hatred in his eyes.

"You came back too."

The one-eyed old woman bowed and said: "I don't have much work to do in Yincheng. I can't be idle. Otherwise I will become a real useless person, and I will have no shame to stay here any longer."

"Everyone has his or her own meaning in life, so there is no need to belittle oneself."

He Yuan picked up the tea, took a sip, and sat on a chair to the side.

The one-eyed old woman bowed and said, "It's all thanks to the city lord and his wife who took me in and gave me a place to live. I will do my duty and serve you everywhere."

He Yuan shook his head and said no more.

He was holding the tea cup and sipping the tea in small sips, his deep eyes looking a little more gloomy.

"Is the city lord worried?"

asked the one-eyed old woman.

"Seeing the dark moonlight, I feel a little emotional in my heart. It's getting late. I'll rest now. You can come back too."

After He Yuan finished speaking, he stood up.

"Yes, I will resign, old slave."

The one-eyed old maid retreated to the door and closed it gently.

He Yuan sighed and lay down on the bed.

Every time at this time, his heart would be extremely upset. Mrs. Gongsun understood his temperament and gave him enough room to mediate.

If you can get a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for!

He Yuan sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a moment.

The door opened silently, and a figure walked in from the outside.

"City Lord?"

The one-eyed old woman's voice sounded from in front of the bed, but He Yuan made no sound.

She curled her lips, then unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her delicate and fair body, then untied Mo Yuan's robe, and climbed up with a greedy look.

In a year, these were the only three days that He Yuan was undefended, and these were the only three days that she could get close to him.

She fell in love with He Yuan at first sight, how could she be willing to let him die so quickly.

It was Mei Qingge who deserved to die. She was the one who stole her man and that bitch who was branded with the mark of the Purple Mansion. She wanted to recognize her ancestor and return to her clan, so how could she do so.

She would never let He Yuan know that she had a daughter. Not only that, she would also look for an opportunity to provoke He Yuan to kill the man named Yin himself.

Her soft body kept rubbing He Yuan's chest, and then she straightened her waist and sat on He Yuan's waist.

At the same time, another black shadow stopped at the door, and just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly heard a lustful sound in the room.

The man in black was slightly startled, then his face turned red.

She held her breath, took a step back, and thought to herself: Mrs. Gongsun is still in the room, who is the woman here?