The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

Seeing Yan Yongchen holding up the tea, Yan Muxi thought he was seeing her off, so she stood up and said goodbye, "Father, if you have nothing else to do, I will leave for now."

Yan Yongchen put the teacup in his hand back on the table, stared at her for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but finally waved his hand, "It's getting late, you should go back and rest early!"

Yan Muxi turned and walked out. When he reached the door, he heard Yan Yongchen say again, "Don't worry. Just keep your pace steady and walk slowly."

"Thank you, father, for the reminder." She turned her head, curled the corners of her lips towards Yan Yongchen, and then quickly walked out of the house.

She thought Yan Yongchen's last words were to remind her to watch the road when it gets dark, but she didn't know that Yan Yongchen had more to say.

At the same time, in the inner hall of the Qianqing Palace, Yu Jinzhou sat in front of Emperor Yuanjing's sickbed, feeding medicine to Emperor Yuanjing's lips one spoonful after another.

Emperor Yuanjing had only been suffering from nightmares for about a year. Now his hair was sparse and gray, his cheeks and eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he looked like an old ghost with all his energy drained away.

The brown medicine flowed out from the corners of his lips, leaving large stains on his clothes and pillow, but Yu Jinzhou seemed unaware and continued to feed him one spoonful after another.

"Ah...oh oh..." Emperor Yuanjing's lips trembled, but he sobbed and could not utter a complete sentence.

Only after all three bowls of medicine were fed to him without a drop left did Yu Jinzhou stop pouring the medicine in. He picked up the cloth beside him and carefully wiped the medicine that had stained his fingers.

"Father is getting sicker and sicker. You should worry less and take medicine carefully so that you can live longer. As for the country of Dafeng, I will take good care of it for you. You don't need to worry..."

Emperor Yuanjing couldn't hold back his tears after being touched by his most beloved son. "Good...Emperor...My dear..."

"Father, which prince are you thinking of again? Are you still missing the one in the palace? I'm afraid you have forgotten that you would have executed that person if I hadn't stopped you. The relationship between father and son is already dead, so please don't miss him anymore!" Yu Jinzhou's eyes were so cold that there was no warmth in them at all.

His good father, the Emperor, always claimed that he loved and respected him the most, but he made him live a miserable life where everyone could bully and trample on him since he was a child.

Now, he has gained power in advance by himself, and his good father has started to miss the former crown prince in the palace again. It is too late for him to regret his past when his feet are about to step into the coffin.

What Yu Jinzhou didn't know was that Emperor Yuanjing was distracted at this moment, and what he was thinking about was not the former crown prince, nor any of the princes and princesses, but the three of them, mother and son.

Because of the blood of a traitor in his veins, Emperor Yuanjing had been bullied and trampled upon since he could remember. His father and elders, who were high above him, despised and ignored him. After his brothers and sisters called him a traitor, even the servants in the palace dared to call him a bastard and spit on him to his face.

Just when he had gotten used to the days of being bullied and trampled upon, he was chosen as a hostage and sent to the cannibalistic North Vietnam by his own father.

During the nine years in the North Vietnamese Palace, he finally realized that having one's dignity trampled underfoot was nothing. Living a life worse than death was the real hardship.

He was ridden as a mount, forced to compete with dogs for food, his mouth and nose were used as urinals for the princes, and he was forced to share feces with livestock... Every extra moment he lived felt like a tribulation.

But no matter how hard and difficult his life was every day, he never thought about leaving this world, because he was unwilling to come to this world and leave in such a cowardly way. He was waiting for the day when he could stand up and hold his head high.

Finally, he was brought back to his homeland. Although no one cared about him and he was still looked down upon, the situation was a thousand times better than when he was in North Vietnam. And most importantly, he had a chance to turn things around.

After nine years of endurance in order to survive, his heart became hard and ruthless. He overcame all obstacles along the way, successfully removed one obstacle after another, climbed to a high position that thousands of people looked up to, bid farewell to the darkness completely, and welcomed the light that belonged to him.

In the first twenty years of his dark life, only one person had lit a brief light of warmth for him, and that person was Concubine Liang.

When his maternal family and his mother encountered their first misfortunes, he fell from heaven to hell. He couldn't bear the blow and hid away crying every day.

At that time, Concubine Liang was still a young maid who had just entered the palace. She was not much taller than him, but she always reluctantly stuffed the cakes hidden in her arms into his mouth, blinking her big bright eyes to comfort him, asking him not to cry anymore, crying was useless, and if he was hungry, she would bring him cakes tomorrow, and if he really missed his family, he could treat her as a family member...

I still remember that the little girl talked a lot and always talked for a long time without stopping. As he listened to her, he no longer felt sad.

Before leaving the Dafeng Palace, the little palace maid came to the rockery to accompany him every night. Although he could not eat cakes every day, he could hear a lot of words every day. With the company of the little palace maid, he suddenly felt that life was not so difficult.

Many years later, he returned from North Vietnam. The little palace maid had grown into a senior palace maid, but she was still the same kind and foolish little girl, and was often bullied and plotted against by others.

He didn't want the little palace maid to live a hard life anymore, so he took her into the harem. However, he was worried that he would not be able to protect the only person he cared about in the world, so he could only hide her carefully in his heart.

Because he loved her, he loved her children too. Among his many children, he only cared about the children she gave birth to. No matter whether they were the third prince or the fifth princess, he really loved them at the top of his heart and tried his best to protect the three of them.

But he never expected that his beloved son, whom he had high hopes for, would end up using the most despicable means to plot against him.

He couldn't understand why this happened and why God was so cruel to him?

……

It was a hot summer day, the window frame in front of the bed was half open, a gust of wind blew by, and the candle in the hall flickered a few times and then went out.

Under the hazy moonlight, a thin black figure came back and walked to the bed and stood still.

Looking at the blurry silhouette in front of him, a glimmer of hope flashed in Emperor Yuanjing's eyes. He shouted with all his might, "My son... My son..." His indistinct sobs were covered by the soft pillow.

The body under the quilt struggled with all its might, but ultimately failed to break free of the grip of death. When the soft pillow fell, the hope in the eyes was still there...

In the 27th year of Yuanjing, Emperor Yuanjing died of illness.

When the emperor passed away, the whole country mourned. All the people of Dafeng were not allowed to have fun within 100 days, slaughter animals within 49 days, and get married within 27 days.

Naturally, the matter of Yan Muxi entering the palace had to be put on hold for the time being.

As a lady of noble birth, Qian Manman had to go to the palace to mourn for the emperor the day after his death.

Before leaving, Yan Muxi saw that A Niang was so happy that she wanted to burst out, so she had no choice but to remind her: "A Niang, don't be too happy. Right now, I am just postponing my entry into the palace, not that I don't need to enter the palace."

Qian Manman suppressed the urge to grin and leaned close to her ear, "The emperor has passed away. To show his filial piety, the new emperor must at least observe a hundred days of mourning. After a hundred days, who knows what the situation will be like. Xixi, it is very likely that you will not need to enter the palace again."

Afraid that my mother would laugh in front of the dog emperor's spirit, Yan Muxi threw cold water on him against her conscience, "My mother, don't be too fanciful. The prince was only the prince before, and he will be the emperor after. No one can suppress him above ten thousand people. Being targeted by the king of a country, why do you think I can escape?"

The joy in Qian Manman's eyes faded away for the most part, but she still said stubbornly, "There is still a lot of time, and nothing in the world is absolute." After saying this, she got into the carriage arrogantly, as if to deceive herself by covering her ears and stealing the bell, her daughter would really be able to break free from her control.