Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

She is... all under her aunt's glory!

"Now, I'm not your husband." Yan Wuwei knelt very straight, indifferent and solemn, facing Murong's tablet, amidst the wisps of smoke, her throat moved slightly, and said , "The next thing I want to say is to talk to you as the wife of your aunt Murong Yan."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong's kneeling body trembled violently, and he was speechless for a long while.

"Your aunt and I met each other when we were young, and later we made a private decision for life when we went to Qianzhou." Yan Wuwei paused each word, "We were married at the church on August 16th, [-]th year of Qin Zhaowang, and it has been ten years now. "

"Don't say it, please, don't say it anymore..." Mu Congcong lowered his head, not daring to let his tears flow, let alone asking Yan Wuwei why.

Why...why did you come here and tell her this in person, and why is that person her aunt who treats her like a father like a mother...why, the one you like is her...?

It's her aunt, Murong Yan!

"I made a promise with her that we will live together in the same bed and die together." Yan Wuwei continued cruelly, "She was the most beloved princess of the late king, but because I left Qianzhou far away, I know she wants to marry her." Wants that throne, so I'm doing everything I can to help her get it.

In the battle at the end of the winter of Qin Zhaowang's 18th year, the guards made a surprise attack..." She paused, then said, "It's because I didn't have time to tell the first prince. "

Mu Congcong's hands clenched into fists on his knees, he loosened and clenched, clenched and then let go, his heart trembled slightly, so it was so...

It turned out to be the case.

"Qianzhou is thousands of miles away from the southern border, sir, it's too late..." Mu Congcong lowered his head and wanted to comfort Yan Wuwei and even comfort himself, but the gloom in his chest was hard to calm down, and he couldn't continue speaking.

"Yes, Qianzhou is thousands of miles away from the southern border, so it's understandable that I didn't have time to pass the news to the first prince." Yan Wuwei said in a calm voice, "But in the end your aunt still sat on the throne, and it was her who benefited from it. I am the one responsible for all of this, so if you want to hate, blame me, then hate me, blame me.”

Mu Container didn't speak for a long while.

"There's something I didn't want to tell you..."

"What else, let's talk about Yan Xiang." After a long time, Mu Congcong said.

She changed her name to "Yan Xiang" and refused to call her "Sir" any more.

Yan Wuwei naturally knew the difference, and knew that Mu Congcong might not be able to bear it at this time, but at this time, it was useless for her to try to hide it.

"After your father died, I had someone open the coffin for an autopsy. His body was extremely poisonous. Even without that war, he would not have survived the next summer."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong said surprisingly calmly, "It's Uncle Gong who poisoned you, right?"

"……Correct."

Mu Congcong laughed, raised his head slightly, and looked at the woman kneeling beside him, she said, "Why...why you, aunt, and uncle, have been nice to me before, but now you come to hurt me like this ?”

Yan Wuwei's jaw was tense and he couldn't answer a word.

"You and aunt...why is it aunt?" Mu Congcong suddenly lost strength while kneeling, and fell to the ground, a few strands of her bundled hair fell out. She stared at Yan Wuwei, looking at the picture that appeared in the dream With countless faces, he asked in a hoarse voice, "You treat me well, teach me about politics, and help me become a reserve...it's all because of my aunt, right?"

Yan Wuwei looked at the tablets in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Yes."

"What about me?!" After hearing her answer, Mu Congcong suddenly shouted, what about me? !who I am?

Is it the guarantee for you to play mirror? !

Or the pawns in your hands? !tell me!who I am--"

She rushed over, grabbed Yan Wuwei's sleeve and said with red eyes, "How kind are you treating me? Treat me really?!"

"Believe it or not." Yan Wuwei turned his head to meet the girl's red eyes, and said softly, "Your aunt and I really want to treat you well and treat you as our own children."

But I don't want to be your daughter, Mu Congcong looked at Yan Wuwei, opened his mouth, and wanted to say this, but when she looked at Yan Wuwei's face that she had missed so much in the dead of night countless times, she seemed to be trapped Whoever grabbed his throat couldn't say anything.

Yan Wuwei, I never wanted to be your daughter.

Chapter 84 81

After Yan Wuwei left, Mu Congcong knelt alone in the ancestral hall for a whole day, without a drop of water, and the servants were spinning around in a hurry, for fear that something might happen to Mu Congcong's kneeling, the king did not say that he would let Mu Congcong How long did you kneel, plus the whole night last night, if you kneel down like this again, even your hardened body won't be able to hold you.

The servant went in to persuade Mu Congcong several times, but Mu Congcong refused to say a word, and he couldn't persuade him no matter how hard he tried, until the palace servants from Qingquan Hall came to the news that the king had woken up after drinking the medicine. Mu Congcong got up and left.

Seeing that Mu Congcong was willing to go back, the servant hurried to get a soft sedan chair, but Mu Congcong didn't even look at it, and insisted on going to Qingquan Hall with his weak body.

She wanted to meet Murong Yan, meet the aunt who hugged her, coaxed her and gave her tenderness, and asked her and Yan Wuwei... if it was really that kind of relationship.

But she stood outside the Qingquan Hall for a long time, and she never saw Murong Xun announce her into the hall.