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

Under her expectant gaze, Xuanyuan Fengran's face turned pale, "Abao, will you be happy to let Pei Guichen enter the palace?"

She put her arms around his waist as she always did before, and did not hide her thoughts from him.

Only this time, her tone was particularly serious, "Yes."

After a long dead silence, he hugged her tightly in his arms and compromised with her sadly, "...then let Pei Guichen enter the palace."

He said, "I always hope that you can be happy."

But there are always unexpected things. Pei Guichen entered the palace and a new prince was born.

Named Yuan Zhao.

It was exactly the same as what the Black Robe King had heard from Pei Guichen.

Ten years later, a court official submitted a memorial to the empress, asking her to choose a crown prince.

He and her child asked aggrievedly: "Father, they all said that the Queen Mother wants to give the throne to my younger brother Zhao."

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes were cold and grim, and he clenched his fists.

The imperial throne in the Taiji Hall is like the moon in the sky, which appears to wax and wane, but in fact remains unchanged throughout the ages.

And they repeated over and over what they had experienced before: conspiracies, intrigues, open and covert attacks, careful moves, and ruthless tactics.

Rivers of blood flowed, destroying trust in each other and giving rise to resentment.

But the more he hated her, the more he missed his past with her.

Xuanyuan Fengran looked at her on the throne, speechless for a long while, and could only say: "You lied to me."

In the darkness, the snow butterfly by the window suddenly caught fire without any fire.

Immediately afterwards, blood pierced the sky and waves of fire swept over. Xuanyuan Fengran, who looked in the direction of the sound, heard a panicked roar.

At the same time, on the sixth floor of Mingjingtai.

Pei Guichen opened his eyes and looked out the stained glass window coldly, seeing the blood moon for the umpteenth time.

And just now, he did not mistake Abao.

He even managed to keep Po in the dilapidated temple in Jiangnan.

When he woke up, she kindly took him home, and he stayed with her as the orphan Sheng Jue.

As for Xuanyuan Fengran, he watched her use her severance to save King Fengran's life, and then killed him when King Fengran was still unconscious.

Without King Feng Ran to bother him, he covered up the dark side of the Pei family and gave up Tiansheng's great cause. He lived a happy life with Abao.

But being too perfect made him realize that it was fake and ridiculous.

Something is missing, Pei Guichen thought.

This time, Pei Guichen looked at the swaddled baby that the wet nurse brought in.

In the fifth year of Abao's reign, the child he had held in his arms, Yuan Zhao, survived.

It's as beautiful as a piece of jade.

The next scenes flashed by, most of which were the same as in the previous life.

Including the fact that he sent people to assassinate Xuanyuan Fengran several times, but Xuanyuan Fengran escaped again and again.

But even though he reorganized Pei's western border stronghold, purged the old faction loyal to Pei Nanshan, gathered his own subordinates, and tried his best to cover up the mistakes he had made and those he had not yet done, Abao eventually remembered everything.

In the blink of an eye, it was the tenth year of her reign.

On New Year's Eve, the empress ascended the Hua'e Xianghui Tower to celebrate with all the officials.

In front of the tall building, the sky is filled with fireworks.

But Abao looked at him apologetically and said, "I want him to enter the palace."

"Who is he?"

Pei Guichen sneered at himself, but A Bao just continued to look at him apologetically.

"you know."

"I don't know." Pei Guichen gritted his teeth and said deliberately: "Why don't you tell me in person? Who is he?"

After a long silence, he held on to a faint hope. If she would just stop here...

But she stared at him calmly and said slowly, word by word: "I want Qin Fengran to enter the palace."

"Why not give him Weiyang Palace as well?" Pei Guichen couldn't help but sneer.

"No need. I promised you that I won't go back on my word." A Bao turned around and glanced at Xiao Yuanzhao who was deliberately sent away by her. The little guy was unaware of what was happening. He happily held up the firework stick and called in a baby voice.

"Mother Queen! Father! Come and play with Zhao Zhao!"

"Zhao Zhao, be careful. It will hurt if you get splashed by sparks. Don't cry."

"Zhao Zhao won't cry! Zhao Zhao must be brave!"

"Great! My Zhao Zhao is so brave!"

Pei Guichen, who was standing silently beside him, pinched his palm.

As the blood began to flow out, he saw her withdraw her concerned gaze.

"Pei Guichen, I don't want to keep making mistakes." She looked at him frankly.

"So you give up on me?" He was anxious and painful, seeking answers.

But she no longer bothered about whether he agreed or not.

An imperial decree was announced to the world, and Qin Fengran still entered the palace.

The scene he feared most finally happened.

Ten years later, Yuan Zhao returned from studying with the Taifu, worried.

"Father, there have been rumors recently that the Queen Mother loves the whole family and wants to give the crown prince position to the second brother of the Jianjia Palace."

Pei Guichen said nothing and just picked up the pen to write the letter.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhao crumpled the book in grievance: "Father, they said that our Weiyang Palace was abandoned, is it true?"

In the dead silence, Pei Guichen finally finished writing the letter. As he stamped the wax emblem, he said, "The throne of the crown prince can only be yours, and it will only be yours."

Just like in the imperial mausoleum, the qualification to be buried with the empress belongs to only one person.

"The struggle for power and succession was bloody. You should now understand the history books I have taught you to read over the years."

"But if the Queen Mother knew, she would be sad and angry."

"Then don't let her know."

Pei Guichen's gloomy face made Yuan Zhao afraid and hesitant.

"But the Queen Mother said that my second brother and I are brothers and sisters, and we should love and care for each other..."

Pei Guichen interrupted the brotherly love with a sneer, "The half of your blood does not belong to Qin Fengran. So she will never give you the throne."

Looking at him and her son, Pei Guichen cruelly gave a choice: "Do you want brothers or sisters, or do you want the throne?"

Yuan Zhao was silent.

After a while, the eldest prince clenched his fists and said fiercely.

"Father, I want the throne."