I became the villain's deceased wife

It was almost midnight and the night sky of New Year’s Eve was just beginning to become lively.

Colorful fireworks bloom in the sky, telling the joy of the year.

But the palace was completely silent, without any sign of excitement.

It’s just because the emperor is old and can’t stand the hard work.

He had already fallen asleep, holding his beloved Concubine Mei.

"do not want!"

Emperor Zhaohui Lin Jun, who was soundly sleeping, suddenly sat up in shock, with a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Mei Fei, who was pregnant, was awakened. She got up dazedly and asked in a gentle voice:

"What happened to the Emperor?

But it’s a nightmare!”

Emperor Zhaohui, sweating profusely, was still in shock. He took Concubine Mei's hand and said in surprise:

"Qing'er, I dreamed that you were holding a sword and wanted to kill me!"

Concubine Mei was startled and quickly stood up and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I come from a family of scholars, how could I use a sword to kill Your Majesty.

Besides, my maiden name is Qian, so why not...Qing'er?"

Emperor Zhaohui was stunned for a long time.

Just then he remembered that his daughter Qing'er had been dead for seventeen years.

"Yeah, you're not Qing'er."

He seemed to be murmuring with regret and reminiscing.

Mei Fei didn't hear clearly what he said.

This situation has not happened once or twice.

She knew that the emperor mistook her for someone else.

But he is the emperor, and as long as he can give her favor and bring honor to her family, nothing else matters.

"Your Majesty must be tired. Let me massage your forehead for you!"

Emperor Zhaohui felt a little annoyed and waved his hand to push away her outstretched claws.

Qing'er would never flatter you in this way. She would only sneer and say, "You've done too many bad things, have your enemies come to you in your dreams to seek revenge?"

"emperor!"

Concubine Mei knelt under the dragon bed, at a loss.

This trick always works well in the past, I don’t know what happened tonight.

Emperor Zhaohui looked at her face which was three-quarters like Qing'er and sighed with regret:

"I'm not blaming you, I'm just in a bad mood."

He helped Concubine Mei up and laid her on the bed, then he put on some clothes and was about to go out.

"I'm going out to relax, you go to sleep first."

Concubine Mei closed her eyes obediently.

Emperor Zhaohui sighed again.

What would happen if Qing'er were still alive?

Keep pestering him until he tells you what's bothering him!

Rao found a replacement.

He still couldn't fool himself.

After all, Concubine Mei is not his daughter.

He sent away all the maids in the bedroom, and the eunuch who was on night watch fell asleep leaning against the pillar.

Emperor Zhaohui put on his clothes and walked out of Concubine Mei's bedroom.

He wandered aimlessly in the palace for a while, and before he knew it, he arrived at Qingyang Palace.

This is where Concubine Shu lived before she passed away. Emperor Chaohui has never been here since she left.

The slightly dilapidated gate shows the changes that have taken place here and how things and people have changed.

If I remember correctly, the child should still be living there.

Emperor Zhaohui thought about the child who had been sickly since childhood and always looked at him with hatred.

My heart suddenly palpitated for no reason.

But thinking of Concubine Shu's last words before her death, he still stepped in.

The Qingyang Palace no longer had the prosperity it once had. The ground was overgrown with weeds, and I didn't meet any palace servants along the way.

Emperor Zhaohui thought of the beautiful Qing'er.

A layer of guilt covered my heart.

The lights were still on in the main hall.

But there was no one guarding it!

Emperor Zhaohui stepped forward and pushed it. The wooden door creaked and seemed a bit heavy, with mottled paint falling off.

"Who?"

The young voice came out, but it contained an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

Emperor Zhaohui said nothing and walked straight in.

Then he saw his fourth son, whose full name was Lin Jingyu, sitting alone at an old table reading a book.

There was only a candlestick on the table, and the flickering light made him look even thinner.

"Why don't you light a few more candles? It's so dark, I'll probably ruin my eyes."

Emperor Zhaohui felt a surge of heartache.

This is the child he had with the woman he loved most!

Because of a conspiracy, the father and son became estranged.

He hasn't visited him for more than ten years!

"Father, you...why are you here?"

Lin Jingyu looked very surprised and quickly stood up to greet him.

The hand holding the book nervously tightened and unclenched, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"Why, at least call me father. If I don't come to see you, can't you come to see me?"

In his early years, Lin Jingyu asked Emperor Zhaohui if he had killed his mother. Emperor Zhaohui could not answer and became angry and humiliated. In a fit of rage, he locked up his frail and sickly son.

Over the years, I became more and more distant from him and never even looked at him straight in the eye.

In fact, I wasn't angry with him, I just didn't dare to see him, didn't dare to face his questioning eyes.

"Father, calm down!

It's...it's my fault!"

Lin Jingyu was very frightened, and his hands were shaking nervously.

Emperor Zhaohui couldn't bear to see him so frail, so he asked:

"You were always sick when you were a child. Are you better now?"

He instructed the Imperial Medical Bureau to take good care of the child.

They don't dare to fool him, right?

Lin Jingyu's eyes hidden in the shadows moved.

He wasn't sick at all, he was poisoned!

It’s ridiculous that he, the emperor’s father, had no idea about it.

"Thanks to my father's love, I'm fine now!"

Emperor Zhaohui nodded and sighed.

"I haven't come to see you for so many years, do you have any complaints?"

He took the book from him and took a look.

"On National Policy".

I didn't expect he would read such a book.

"Your Majesty, I have no complaints.

It was because I was young and ignorant that I asked questions I shouldn't have asked, which made Father angry! "

Lin Jingyu was still very nervous and answered cautiously.

Emperor Chaohui sighed. The child had grown up after all and understood the difficulties an emperor had to face.

"You...want to get involved in politics?"

He raised the national policy paper in his hand.

Lin Jingyu quickly snatched the book away.

"I read this for fun when I have nothing to do, but I don't have the ability to participate in state affairs."

Emperor Zhaohui lifted his robe and sat down on the chair in front of him.

“No one is born knowing how to handle state affairs.

You are not young anymore. When your elder brother was your age, he already helped me review memorials!"

He clapped his hands on his knees, pondered for a while, and said:

"The Dali Temple Minister retired a few years ago, and I plan to let the boy from the Yun family take over.

But he was still young and afraid of making mistakes.

If you have nothing to do, go and help him keep an eye on things, and learn how to be an official and solve cases."

"real!"

Lin Jingyu looked up, eyes full of surprise.

Emperor Zhaohui smiled inwardly.

As expected, he is still a young man and aspires to achieve something.

"Ok.

Tomorrow I will personally draft an edict to appoint you as the Supervisor of the Dali Temple!"

After chatting for a while, the depression in his heart was relieved a lot. He patted Lin Jingyu on the shoulder and turned away.

"Thank you, Father, for your grace!"

Lin Jingyu knelt down to express his gratitude.

When he raised his head again, the joy in his eyes had been replaced by gloom.

"master!"

Mo Qing, dressed in black, appeared.

"Do you want to continue adding incense to the Mei Fei Palace?"

Lin Jingyu's eyes were dark.

"nature!

How can he just endure this little torture after the way he treated my mother and Aunt Ying?"

Mo Qing understood clearly:

"Yes."

Lin Jingyu looked at the sky outside and was about to ask why Mo Bai hadn't come back yet.

Then a figure was seen rolling down from outside the palace gate.

Mo Bai had a panda eye, with tears and snot mixed together, and stumbled in.

Walking and crying:

"My lord, my lord!

Madam Song...she wants to divorce!"