After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

At this moment, the tent was filled with the smell of incense and the brazier was burning brightly.

Outside the window of the small pavilion, there is the faint sound of birds chirping and the rustling of the treetops in the morning breeze.

But Xuanyuan Fengran could still vaguely hear Xuanyuan Wu's cold and stern voice.

Xuanyuan Fengran, do you still remember? She called you little uncle! You are all on the jade disc genealogy of the Xuanyuan royal family! !

Of course he remembers.

Little Abao likes to call him "little emperor uncle" and run happily behind him.

When the soft and sticky little dumpling is tired from running, he will pretend to fall down and cry, saying, "Oh, little uncle, it hurts, please hug me, little uncle."

But just because he remembered, Xuanyuan Wu's next words became an unbreakable chain that trapped him in the abyss.

In fact, those words became his curse, giving him nightmares every night for many years.

Xuanyuan Wu said, there are many good men in the world, I will choose the most worthy one for her to marry. He must have the best appearance, family background, and character.

But only you, Xuanyuan Fengran, can’t.

Xuanyuan Wu was particularly arrogant that day and even swore an absolute oath.

I, Xuanyuan Wu's imperial sister, will definitely make her the most honorable eldest princess of Daqi.

Have a virtuous husband, filial children, a large house with many children and grandchildren, and grow old together with your beloved.

She deserves such a fulfilling life.

Xuanyuan Fengran thought that it was on that night that he woke up completely from his sleep as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He thought he was hiding it very well.

But in fact, some people had already noticed that he had inappropriate thoughts about the little girl Abao.

It was also on that night that he was forced to admit that Xuanyuan Wu was right.

He was called the little uncle by Po, and if he continued to get close to Po, he would only drag Po to hell with him.

He doesn't care about being doomed to eternity and never being able to be reborn.

But Po can't.

Xuanyuan Wu’s final warning: Stay away from my imperial sister.

This warning echoed in Xuanyuan Fengran's ears, but as if in self-torture, he hugged Abao in his arms even tighter.

I can go to hell, but before I go to hell——

I promise not to overstep the boundaries, and I will even help her choose a good husband so that she can live a fulfilling life with a virtuous husband and filial children.

But I want to stay with Abao, even if it's just for one or two more days.

Po was crying silently.

Even with Xuanyuan Fengran's arms supporting her, she still felt weak all over.

After crying for a long time, she finally couldn't hold on any longer. All the strength seemed to be drained from her body, and she fainted in Xuanyuan Fengran's arms.

Po remembered everything in the moment before he passed out.

Those childhood memories that were buried deep in her soul became clearer and clearer as her hands were stained with Xuanyuan Wu's blood.

Concubine Wen was good friends with Concubine Bai, and she often visited Concubine Bai's palace when she was young.

Little Abao likes the little brother because he can tell her stories, accompany her to find the little emperor's uncle, and share half of the candied fruits with her.

But the little brother would occasionally not see her.

No matter how she shouted outside the little brother's house, the little brother just said he didn't want to see her.

Little Abao asked Concubine Wen, but Concubine Wen said that his little brother was a deity from heaven who came down to transcend tribulation, so he would occasionally have to practice in seclusion for one or two days and no one could see him.

Little Abao knew about gods. Her uncle and brother had told her many strange stories. In those stories, gods were good-looking and long-lived. They could turn beans into soldiers, turn stones into gold, move mountains and fill the sea, and save people from suffering...

But she was very worried because the little brother was so handsome and he would definitely be able to cultivate and become a god.

But if her little brother becomes an immortal, he can live for many years, while she will only live for a hundred years at most and then die, so she can't bear to leave her little brother.

So, little Abao ran outside and leaned against the window, wanting to see how the little fairy was practicing. She also wanted to practice to become a fairy, and become the best fairy brother and sister in the world with her little brother.

But the little brother was lying sick on the bed, and the small room was filled with a faint bitter and unpleasant smell of medicine.

Moreover, the little brother's arms, which were placed outside the quilt, were bruised and purple from being pinched.

There were even burns that were oozing blood.