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

In his previous life, Pei Guichen schemed viciously and killed Xie Wuai.

She and Xuan Ji both thought that because of the rebellion in Western Xinjiang, Xie Wuai led his troops to fight. The enemy country was afraid of the Zhenxi Army led by the Xie family, so they sent assassins to assassinate the young marquis.

Upon hearing the news of Xie Wuai's death, Xuan Ji rushed back to the imperial capital.

Xuan Ji, who doesn't like to cry, cried while hugging A Bao.

Later, Xuanji stayed in the imperial capital to accompany Princess Huimin, who had lost her son.

But this companionship due to missing the same person was also very short.

Ten years after Abao's death, Princess Huimin was secretly poisoned by Pei Guichen.

Thirty years after Abao's death, Xuan Ji finally discovered the truth.

To avenge her blood feud, Xuan Ji assassinated Pei Guichen.

However, the result was not unexpected, Xuan Ji failed and was captured.

It turned out that Pei Guichen deliberately leaked clues in order to get rid of the Chu family who were against him in the court, and lured Xuan Ji into the trap.

Xuan Ji was subjected to Ling Chi (a form of torture) and the Chu family was exterminated.

For some unknown reason, the time that Abao's soul, which was trapped beneath the imperial mausoleum, spent floating to Pei Guichen's side became shorter and shorter, so that he could only enter the hall in the evening.

That day, her spirit witnessed the death of her best friend.

Xuanji was covered in blood, vomiting blood, and laughing miserably.

——Pei Guichen, you hid the truth so well that you deceived the whole world.

——I curse you, Pei Guichen, Xiao Jingyue, and Pei Yuanzhao who deceived Abao's love and care to die a miserable death! No descendants!

——When I see Po, I will tell her the truth.

——Pei Guichen, you will die eventually.

——On the road to the underworld! Wait until we turn into evil spirits and seek revenge on you!

Sitting on the supreme imperial throne, Pei Guichen smiled contemptuously.

"You've spent thirty years and this is all you've found?"

"Let me tell you, the Xuanyuan Empress you have been secretly worshipping for these years was also killed by me personally! And the Xuanyuan Fengran, whose flesh was chopped into pieces to feed dogs and whose bones were chopped into pieces and thrown into the river, was not really charged with treason, but because he found out the truth many years earlier than you."

Xuan Ji completely collapsed, filled with hatred, and died unwillingly.

And once again, the helpless soul Abao is more desperate than death.

After such a long period of correspondence, and finally hugging Xuan Ji in person, A Bao tried hard to hold back her tears, and when Xuan Ji let her go, she tried even harder to force a smile.

"Let's walk around. The autumn scenery of Bailu Mountain is beautiful at night."

"! Sister! What about me?!" Xie Wuai asked.

It has been a long time since I last saw Xuan Ji, and the boy wished he could turn into a plush scarf and wrap her around him.

Hearing this, Xuanji gave him a soothing look, and the boy immediately became docile again.

The young man even waved his hands at Xuan Ji, pretending to be generous.

"It's okay for me, it's really okay!"

"Xuanji, chat with sister for a while. I'll make some sweet soup and bring it to you!"

The person closest to Xie Wuai was Yan Haixi, who couldn't help but tease him.

"The young marquis really knows how to care for others."

"So I have Xuan Ji! And you?" Xie Wuai shook his head sympathetically.

Yan Haixi, whose pain point was touched, said: "..."

A Bao, who had not yet walked far, heard what Xie Wuai said.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

"You still don't plan to marry Xie Wuai?"

The more direct she and Xuan Ji were with each other, the less it would hurt the relationship they had developed over the years.

If you want to ask, avoid the roundabout temptations.

And the first time, he interfered with Xuan Ji and Xie Wuai's marriage.

Xuanji knew immediately that Abao must have considered it for a long time and had to ask.

In this case, she also said frankly: "I dare not."

"You know, my mother and my sister both died in the harem. I'm afraid of following their footsteps." But Xuan Ji still looked back at the boy, "I will try my best to use my feelings for Xie Wuai to overcome my fear of getting married."

As she spoke, Xuanji laughed again.

"It's just that maybe Xie Wuai is tired of waiting."

"No! He is very patient." A Bao took Xuan Ji's arm and assured her, "Over the years, he has really been thinking about you."

Abao recalled that the rebellion in Western Xinjiang happened in the first year of her reign.

That is, in the midsummer of next year.

The trajectory set in her previous life kept approaching, and she was still afraid in her heart.

"But don't let that silly boy Xie Wuai wait too long."

"He missed you so much at night that he cried secretly. It was so miserable."

Xuanji's mind flashed with that scene, and she couldn't help but laugh.

The undercurrent of the bonfire gradually fell behind me. The evening breeze blew by, and the fragrance of orchids floated in the moonlight until I saw the lake that looked like a smooth mirror.

A Bao was stunned, and found himself walking into the familiar scenery again without realizing it.

The lake surrounded by red maple forest is cool and quiet.

The night breeze was blowing gently, and Hongxiu and her maids set up Fenglingdu and a table full of dishes.

After dismissing everyone around him, A Bao took Xuan Ji and sat side by side under the eaves of the red maple corridor.

Xuanji smiled and teased, "You are still talking about me. Last time you wrote to me, you were full of passion and said you would bring King Feng Ran to see Elder Wen. Have you confessed?"

Abao took a sip of wine and frowned at the spiciness, "Not yet."

Xuanji was curious and confused: "What are you waiting for? I've already fallen asleep."

"..."A Bao looked at the lush and flourishing water orchid beside Mirror Lake.

These were planted one by one by Mr. Wen when he married his wife.

The lady has passed away, but they are still full of vitality.

"Tomorrow is the day my grandpa and grandma get married."

When my grandmother was alive, she was always worried that one day her father would use her as a bargaining chip to balance the imperial power and grant her a marriage at random.

But now, grandma can rest assured.

In her past and present life, she found her uncle Feng Ran.