Zi'an said with a smile: "Be careful he might turn into a playboy."
"That's fine, I'll keep it." Qin Zhou said.
"You, you've spoiled them. Go back and raise your sons carefully so that they can make you poor."
Qin Zhou picked up the five-year-old tiger head and said, "Call me."
"Mother!" Tiger Head grinned, and his two dimples immediately sank. He was so beautiful that he almost captivated Qin Zhou.
According to everyone's inference, Qin Zhou should like Tian'en more, because Tian'en and Zi'an look exactly the same, especially now that they are over five years old, their features are becoming clearer and clearer, as if they were printed from the same mold.
However, Qin Zhou prefers Hutou more, not for any other reason, but because the child called her "A Niang" the first time he saw her.
This is fate!
Besides, she will not marry again, and the Qin Kingdom needs inheritance...
"Empress Mother, I want to hug you too." Tian'en grabbed Qin Zhou's clothes and shook them hard.
Qin Zhou picked up Tian En again, kissed him once and once, "So good, so good!"
Zi'an drove them away, then pulled Qin Zhou into the house to keep warm.
"How is it? Are you okay?" Zi'an looked at her. Her appearance had clearly not changed, but there was some difference compared to the previous Qin Zhou.
"Okay, it's a bit tiring and hard, but the country is peaceful and the people are safe." Qin Zhou said, looking at her deeply, "What about you? It's been three years, why haven't you gotten pregnant again?"
Zi'an shook his head. "I can't get pregnant anymore. I gave birth to a child in the mountains before, which damaged my foundation. I can't get pregnant again."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhou couldn't help but pull Chu Jing out and scold him.
Zi'an smiled and said, "Even if I could have a baby, Old Seven would not let me. I am satisfied with one son and one daughter."
Qin Zhou hummed, thinking of the spell, "Has the spell been lifted now?"
Zi'an said, "It should be solved. In the middle of last year, Lao Qi took me to Xianbei and asked someone who knew about spells. He said that when I recognized Tian'en, I was overjoyed and overwhelmed with sorrow. I cried a lot and vomited blood. It can be said that I found my soul back."
"That's good, that's good!" Qin Zhou was very satisfied when he heard the answer.
After a pause, Qin Zhou asked again: "When did the Empress Dowager die?"
Zi'an rolled his eyes at her and said, "How can I know when a person dies?"
"She should have died long ago. She harmed others and herself." Qin Zhou snorted and looked at Zi'an again. "Fortunately, Rouyao wrote to you and said that you didn't treat her. Otherwise, if you saved her, wouldn't she harm you in the future?"
"Everyone has their bottom line, and she has repeatedly crossed my bottom line." Zi'an sighed softly, "In fact, I finally asked Wu Yanzu to go and see her. Her illness could not be cured even if I went. She couldn't move half of her body. I asked Wu Yanzu to check, and there was nothing wrong with her. Her blood circulation was smooth, her pulse was normal, and she had no serious illness. She couldn't walk, and couldn't move the left side of her body. It was the demon in her heart."
"He deserves to die."
Zi'an looked at her thoughtfully. "In fact, the things she did were not extremely evil, but they were disgusting. She has been like this all her life. She can't figure things out and can't put herself in the right place. She actually has a kind side. She can't move because of this. She feels guilty but tries to convince herself that she is not wrong. Who says conscience won't punish people? To put it bluntly, it is her conscience that is punishing herself."
Qin Zhou said: "I don't care about these. At that time, I ordered Ah Jing that if you treat her, let Ah Jing find a way to kill her."
Zi'an smiled and said, "That won't work. You are the emperor of Qin. Are you trying to provoke a war between the two countries by coming to kill the queen mother of Zhou?"
Qin Zhou snorted, "Even if I killed her, no one would know it was me. Don't you even have this much trust in me?"
"Believe it, believe it, believe it!" Zi'an smiled, but he was very moved in his heart.
To put it bluntly, a person with a fickle personality like Lao Mei is a villain, and villains are hard to guard against. It is normal for Qin Zhou to have this worry.
"Is there still no news about Prince Nan Huai?" Qin Zhou changed the subject and didn't want to talk about Lao Mei anymore.
"No, he just disappeared from the face of the earth."
This is truly one of the top ten unsolved cases in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It’s been five years, and there’s still no news at all.
"Probably dead!" Qin Zhou said.
Zi'an always felt that he was not dead, but if he was not dead, where did he hide? He was seriously injured and disappeared in the cave for no reason. It was obvious that someone took him away.
"Forget it. Don't think about the problems you can't figure out anymore." Qin Zhou stared at her, and the emotions in his eyes were no longer evasive like before.
At her current stage, she has nothing to hide. Several years of experience as an emperor have endowed her with confidence and given her a different perspective on life. She no longer needs to worry about anyone's thoughts, except Zi'an and Lao Qi.
However, she was confident because she always kept her feelings quietly in her heart and would not cause trouble to the couple or hurt their feelings.
The emperor married the granddaughter of Mr. Cui, who is fifteen years old this year and has just reached the age of marriage. She is a young girl in her prime, not very beautiful, but dignified and virtuous, and has the demeanor of a noble family. Zi'an is very satisfied with her.
After the wedding, Qin Zhou stayed in Beijing for another three days before returning home.
Not long after Qin Zhou left, news came from the palace that the Queen Mother was dying and wanted to see the Princess.
Zi'an hurried into the palace.
The emperor and his new bride, the empress, were standing by the bed, the palace maids were kneeling on the ground, and the imperial physician was also standing by the bed.
When the emperor saw Zi'an coming, he raised his dim eyes.
During these three years, because of the curse, the Emperor was very cold towards the Empress Dowager. Except for paying his respects on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, he almost never came to Fukang Palace.
The emperor has been a very opinionated person since he was young, and he clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. It is difficult for him to accept that his mother is ungrateful.
But deep down he loves his mother because he knows that everything she does is for him. That is why he feels conflicted and uncomfortable.
Now, she is facing death. What else can't she let go of between mother and son
"Aunt, mother is dying. She wants to talk to you." The emperor said with sobs.
Zi'an nodded slightly, walked over and sat beside the bed, looking at the empress dowager's thin and shriveled face. She was already in a dying state. When she heard that it was Zi'an coming, she suddenly opened her eyes and muttered something. Zi'an didn't hear clearly what she said.
"Queen Mother, do you have anything to say?" Zi'an asked softly.
The Queen Mother stared, took a breath with great difficulty, and tried to hold Zi'an's hand, but she was too weak to lift it, and only moved it slightly, "Are you still... blaming me?"
"It's over." Zi'an said calmly.
“Okay…” Her throat made a gurgling sound, as if she was trying to swallow, and a look of joy and peace slowly blossomed on her face, “I… I don’t worry… Just look at the emperor. I did something wrong… I…”
She stretched her neck as far as possible to breathe, but the air she took in was less than the air she exhaled, and her chest heaved violently.
"Don't worry, the emperor will be fine." Zi'an said softly.
"I... I was wrong. I'm sorry... to you."
On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the Empress Dowager passed away!
After the Empress Dowager's funeral, Murong Jie moved south with his family.
The convoy left Beijing in a grand procession, and the people saw them off for ten miles.
In the carriage, Murong Jie held Zi'an in his arms, with two children on the other side. Murong Jie lowered his head and kissed Zi'an on the forehead, "Are you happy?"
"Happy!" Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking back on the conspiracies and struggles, wars and battles over the past few years, he felt really exhausted.
"Yes, very happy." Murong Jie hugged her tightly. The wind outside was very strong and whistling, but it was very warm inside the carriage.
From now on, a cup of tea, a flower, a smile, even a silent look, are all happiness. Far away from the fights, far away from the vortex of right and wrong, it’s great to have only the loved ones around you for the long years!
To find out the whereabouts of King Nan Huai, please pay attention to the extra chapter of the first article!
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