After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

Lu Lingyuan stopped talking. Her steps were firm and resolute. Every step she took touched Xiao Chengji's heartstrings. As she walked, she spoke with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, but she still maintained her calmness and aloofness: "I am tired, so I will go to bed. Your Majesty, please go back and rest early!"

Xiao Chengji's body involuntarily took half a step forward. His arm almost touched her back, but froze in mid-air.

He was an emperor, shouldering the country and the people, and caring about the people of the world. Personal emotions seemed so small and insignificant in front of this vast imperial power. For him, love affairs were too luxurious, so the hand hanging in the air slowly fell down, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

He stood there for a long time, until the night completely swallowed his figure, he slowly closed his eyes, a complex expression appeared on his face, both relieved and unwilling. He finally spoke, his voice as cold as an ice blade in the cold wind: "Come on, return to the palace!"

After saying this, Xiao Chengji turned around and strode forward. Every step he took showed the determination and loneliness of an emperor. His figure gradually moved away in the night of Weiyang Palace until he disappeared.

Lu Lingyuan sat in front of the dressing table. In the mirror, she had a cold face, but her eyes were filled with unknown emotions. Upon hearing the news of Xiao Chengji's departure, she simply replied, "I know. Please help me go to bed."

"Yes." Yun'er answered softly, her voice gentle but firm. She knew that her daughter was a person with her own ideas, and she had her reasons for doing so.

Moreover, she also had her own considerations in her heart - if His Majesty was really devoted to the Empress, then it might not be entirely a blessing for the Empress. In this deep palace, too much favor often means more responsibility and sacrifice, especially for a woman, the damage to the body caused by frequent childbirth cannot be compensated by any precious medicinal materials.

She thought of the woman in the old house, who got married at the age of sixteen. In just a few years, she got pregnant seven times and gave birth to five children, but only three survived, and the other two died at birth. And she, at the age of twenty-five, was physically weak due to frequent childbirth, and eventually could not survive another childbirth, bleeding heavily, and both mother and child died...

The words of the mother-in-law who delivered the baby at that time are still echoing in her ears, and every word rings in Yuner's heart like a warning bell - for a woman to be pregnant is a big taboo for her body, and if it happens frequently, even a body of iron will find it difficult to bear.

Lu Lingyuan lay on the bed, not feeling sleepy at all, so she kept her eyes open, thinking to herself that since she had made the choice, she should not have any regrets.

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Princess Shion

The night was dark, the moon was hanging in the sky, and the candlelight in the Purple Palace flickered, reflecting the lonely figure on the dragon throne. Xiao Chengji sat on the dragon throne, one hand weakly supporting his forehead, his eyes gently closed, as if he was bearing a heavy burden, his face was gloomy as water, and his eyebrows were condensed with indissoluble sorrow. The air around seemed to solidify, and an invisible sense of oppression spread, making everyone who stepped into this place involuntarily feel awe.

Rong An stood aside, looking out the window at the dark night from time to time, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and spoke in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, this... it's already late, Concubine Gao has been waiting in the side hall for a long time, do you... want to..."

Before he finished speaking, Rong An's head had already lowered to the ground, his body trembling slightly. He dared not say another word for fear of angering this moody emperor.

The hall was dead silent, with only the sound of the candle flames being particularly harsh. After a long time, Xiao Chengji finally made a move. He kneaded his brows slowly, as if to dispel his endless worries. Then he opened his eyes, and the sinister light in his eyes was frightening. He looked cold-blooded and ruthless, as if nothing in the world could touch his emotions.

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the bedroom. His back was elongated in the light of the candlelight, making him look particularly lonely and desolate.

Shoukang Palace

In Shoukang Palace, the night was gentle, and the moonlight shone through the window onto the bed, illuminating Zheng Xiyan's slightly haggard face. She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The Queen's unintentional words during the day hovered in her mind like a spell, lingering. "Alas..." She sighed softly, with endless sorrow in her voice.

Biluo, who was on night watch, was dozing off when she was awakened by the sigh. She quickly got up, tiptoed to the bedside, and asked softly, "My queen, are you still awake?"

Zheng Xiyan sat up after hearing that, her expression was complicated and indecipherable. She herself couldn't explain why she was so uneasy today, as if an invisible force was tearing her heart apart.

Upon seeing this, Biluo hurriedly lit the candles, slowly drew open the curtains, carefully sat down beside the bed, and said in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Are you worried about something?" She knew the Majesty's temperament very well. Over the years, no one understood the Majesty better than her.

Zheng Xiyan rubbed her forehead, looking impatient, but she didn't know where to start: "Biluo, I don't know what's wrong with me? I was upset because of what the Queen said during the day..."

Biluo had guessed something when she heard this. She comforted him softly, "The Queen didn't mean it. She doesn't know about the grudge between you and the late emperor..."

Zheng Xiyan gave a bitter smile and interrupted her: "I know, and I'm not really angry with her. But I just... I just can't control myself, my heart is always... always..." She couldn't continue, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

Biluo held her hand and asked earnestly, "My queen, it's all in the past. Why do you always cling to the past? Does it matter whether you have the late emperor in your heart? The late emperor is gone. Forget all the grudges in the past! Isn't it good to live a good life now?"

Zheng Xiyan's heart gradually calmed down after hearing this. Yes! Even if she really loved Xiao Xuanchen, so what? No matter how much she loved him, he had already turned into earth, and they could never meet again.

"You're right. I'm really getting old and confused." Zheng Xiyan said in a deep voice, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Seeing this, Biluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "How could that be? Your Majesty is still as charming as she was back then, otherwise how could she have won the love of Mr. Xue when she was in Jiangnan?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, trying to make the atmosphere more relaxed.

Hearing this, Zheng Xiyan smiled faintly and her expression softened a little.