The emperor also seemed shocked, and the shock and pain in his eyes could not be hidden. At that moment, he finally knew who the person living in her heart was.
At the same time, he was also very happy. After all, Baili Yunyu was his wife, his wife Zhuo Zhonghai, and no one could change her.
The night he returned from the palace, he took her by force. It was the first and last time they lived in the same room.
It was also that night that she had Qinya.
She stopped seeing him and refused to show him the child even after giving birth. He knew that she hated him.
The relationship between the couple was already weak, and things like this made it even worse. He began to hang out at Chang Meifeng's residence in another courtyard again, and his feelings for Baili Yunyu slowly faded away.
It was precisely because of this that he listened to the provocations of Chang Meifeng and his mother, and mistakenly believed that the child was not his biological child.
At that time, I was young and energetic, thinking about the green clouds above my head blocking the sun, how could my anger and hatred be dissipated
So, he impulsively asked someone to steal the child out of the house and throw it away, which led to Yun Yu's madness and falling into the well.
Later he came to his senses and thought about how Baili Yunyu could give birth to someone else's child since he never left the house after getting married. He didn't discover such a flaw. He also sent people to look for the child, only to learn that the child was taken away by a vicious-looking man and never found his whereabouts.
He raised his head and looked at the aloof emperor. The bitterness at the corner of his mouth became stronger and he smiled miserably: "At least I got it, but as for you, you can only live in guilt for her. For the rest of your life, you are not as good as me!"
Zhuo Zhonghai stood up and hit the dragon-carved golden pillar behind him, using all his strength and regret in his life.
Zhuo Zhonghai died, Zhuo Qinlan disappeared, and the Prime Minister's Mansion was raided. Although the family members in the mansion were not implicated, they were expelled from the Prime Minister's Mansion and demoted to common people.
How could Zhuo Chang, who was used to living a wealthy life, endure such suffering? He died of illness in an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of the city within three months. Zhuo Qinyue, for the sake of her mother and younger brother, had no choice but to marry a fat old businessman. Be an aunt.
In March of the eighteenth year of the Christian era, the emperor issued a decree to confer Prince Jing as the crown prince and Xia Yuanqiu as the crown prince.
East Palace, late at night.
Zhu Yan was sitting in the palace courtyard, holding a jade pot in his hand, pouring wine into his mouth one pot after another.
Suddenly, he threw the jade pot in his hand and said angrily: "Why are you not drunk after drinking so much? Why are you not drunk?" It was too painful to be awake, so he wanted to be confused for a while.
Seeing him like this, Xing Ying felt uncomfortable and stepped forward to dissuade him: "Your Highness, you must take care of yourself. If the Crown Princess comes back and sees you not cherishing yourself like this, she will definitely feel bad."
Zhu Yan raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky. When he was in Xipo Village, he once held her in his arms and sat between the pavilions, admiring the moon and talking together. But now, she is no longer around him. I wanted to find her, but I didn't even have a direction. She was like air, completely disappearing from this world without any trace.
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In a small fishing village in the southern region of Xiliang, a woman wearing burlap clothes sat on the ground facing the sea. On her shoulder squatted a small white-haired beast, which looked like a mouse or a rabbit, but neither a mouse nor a rabbit.
The woman looked at the rising sun with confused and empty eyes. She could only hear her constantly mumbling to herself: "Who am I? What is my name? Why am I here? Where is my family?"
A man also wearing burlap clothes hurriedly walked over, carrying a thick coat in his hand. He saw the woman sitting on the ground from a distance, facing the sea with the cold wind blowing, so he quickened his steps and came closer, putting the clothes in his hands on her The woman complained: "It's such a cold day, why don't you put on more clothes when you go out? Your injury hasn't healed yet. What should you do if you get sick again?"