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

"Oh!" Xiao Shuyue pursed her lips slightly, and a bit of childish dissatisfaction appeared on her beautiful face, but she quickly restrained that displeasure and did not turn it into willful behavior.

The sunlight shines through the carved window lattices of the Weiyang Palace, onto the magnificent hall, adding a bit of warmth to this cold winter day.

When everyone saw that it was the Queen Mother herself holding the little prince out of the inner room, their hearts tightened. They hesitated, their eyes flickered, not knowing whether they should step forward.

However, Concubine Gao was a straightforward person. She took a step forward without hesitation, stepped forward lightly, stood on tiptoe, and had a sincere smile on her face. "The little prince looks so much like you. Look at his eyes and nose. He is a carbon copy of you." Her words were playful yet respectful.

Liu Chongyuan and Yang Jieyu looked at each other and slowly walked forward, their eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

However, the moment they actually saw Xiao Muyao, the curiosity on their faces was quickly replaced by a complicated look, and emotions of envy, jealousy and unwillingness quietly spread in their hearts.

"There is some of your Majesty's expression in his eyes and brows. It is truly a descendant of the dragon. It is admirable." Liu Chongyuan's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

"Sister Liu is right. He does look somewhat like Your Majesty." Concubine Yang agreed, her smile somewhat forced.

In the past few months since entering the palace, she has witnessed the sweet love between the emperor and the empress. The innocence and longing she had when she first entered the palace have long been eroded by the cruelty of reality. Now that the empress has given birth to her eldest son, in addition to jealousy and envy, she also feels a little worried and confused about the future.

Gao Jieyu seemed unaware of the complex emotions around her. She continued to smile and said, "The little prince has a full forehead. He will definitely be a blessed person in the future. We all have to share in his happiness." Her eyes were full of sincerity and kindness.

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Hearing this, Lu Lingyuan's lips curled up into a gentle smile. She bowed slightly and said, "Then I'll borrow your good wishes."

At this moment, Zheng Xiyan's voice sounded at the right time, and an unquestionable solemnity surged on her face: "Okay, you have all visited the Queen, so please leave! It's been freezing cold outside these days, so you don't have to go out. Just stay in the palace to prevent catching a cold." There was a bit of majesty and concern in her tone, which made it impossible to refute.

"Yes." Everyone responded quickly, with a barely perceptible awe and uneasiness in their voices, and left the Weiyang Palace one after another.

After exiting the gate of Weiyang Palace, the sunlight gently shines on the bluestone slabs, casting a faint warm glow.

Liu Chongyuan and Yang Jieyu walked side by side, their steps were slightly heavy, as if they were both carrying unspeakable worries. The breeze blew past, causing their hair and clothes to flutter lightly, adding a bit of loneliness and sadness.

"The Queen can rest easy now. She has given birth to a legitimate son. As long as she keeps the supreme position of Queen and the eldest prince, she will enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future." Concubine Yang whispered softly, with a hint of bitterness and reluctance, like the sigh of fallen leaves in autumn, which made people feel sad. She looked into the distance, her eyes were full of complex emotions, as if she was jealous, but also seemed to be mocking herself.

Liu Chongyuan's eyebrows slightly wrinkled when she heard this, like a distant mountain covered with smoke, adding a bit of melancholy. She turned her head to look at Yang Jieyu, her autumn-water eyes flashing with a complex look. Her hands unconsciously clenched the handkerchief in her hands, and her fingertips turned slightly white due to the force, as if she was suppressing the waves in her heart.

"We! This is how our life will be." Concubine Yang smiled self-deprecatingly, with a hint of bitterness and relief in her smile.

"Why are you so pessimistic, sister? You and I entered the palace with the heavy responsibility entrusted by the family and the responsibility of the family's rise and fall, honor and disgrace. If you give up so easily, wouldn't you be letting down all the people who support you behind the scenes, as well as your own hard work." Liu Chongyuan shook her head gently, with a firmness and consolation in her tone. These words were both a warning to Concubine Yang and a reminder to herself.

In recent days, the two of them have been interacting more frequently, and their relationship has eased a lot, no longer as sharp as before. Perhaps it is because they both feel unprecedented loneliness and helplessness in this deep palace, so they began to rely on each other and seek warmth in each other.

Yang Jieyu suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Liu Chongyuan seriously, and said slowly: "In fact, at the beginning, I regarded you as my biggest competitor, and even later, I knew that I was not as good as you. Your talent and wisdom make me feel ashamed, so I am willing to lose to you."

"I thought that His Majesty and the Empress Dowager would choose you to be the Queen, but who knew that Lu Lingyuan would appear halfway. You were originally engaged, but who would have thought that after being broken off, she would actually become the Queen. Such luck is really enviable." There was a hint of jealousy and helplessness in Concubine Yang's words, as if she was telling about the unfairness of her fate.

At this point, Liu Chongyuan couldn't help but clench her fists, her face showing reluctance and disappointment. Yes! At first, she was determined to win the position of queen, and she was confident that she could become the mother of the country. But she didn't expect that in the end, she actually lost to Lu Lingyuan.

"Her life is really too good. Sometimes, people just have to believe in fate." Concubine Yang shook her head helplessly, a look of resignation on her face.

"Fate?" Liu Chongyuan's eyes widened, and she looked at Concubine Yang with a deep and complicated look. She was unwilling to accept it, and she didn't believe that fate would play tricks on people like this.

"Yes! Everything is fate. Now I have let it go. Your Majesty will not treat me unfairly even for my father's sake. If I am lucky enough to have a son or daughter in the future, it will be the best result." Concubine Yang lowered her eyes, gently stroked her belly with her hands, and there was a touch of tenderness and expectation in her eyes.

As she spoke, Liu Chongyuan also lowered her head and looked at her belly. After entering the palace, the most important thing was to give birth to a prince. If she had a prince, then she had not lost and would not lose.

"You and I are still young. I don't believe that His Majesty will always dote on the Queen. His Majesty is also a man, and any man will fall in love with someone else. Now it seems that the emperor and the queen are deeply in love, which is enviable, but as time goes by, that little bit of novelty will fade away. Where can you find a man who is loyal forever in this world!" Liu Chongyuan said confidently.

Yang Jieyu looked at her deeply, and then agreed: "Sister Liu is right. There is no loyal man in this world, let alone an emperor."

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