Chapter 471 I Won’t Let You Get Tired Again

But she didn't know at that time that what he wanted was never power and status.

He worked hard to make himself strong and never let go of any opportunity to temper himself. He practiced martial arts day and night, followed her in handling government affairs, learned the imperial power bit by bit, and climbed to the pinnacle of power step by step, just to have an upright person standing beside her. Opportunities all around.

Later, all the power and powerful martial arts were used to deal with the emperor's husband.

It's just that a person's power is limited.

He could be ruthless to anyone, he could do anything to get rid of his love rival, he could make the imperial wife's plans fail time and time again, and she could not set foot in the harem for several years.

But in the end, he still lost to his own weakness.

She was a woman born for the common people in the world. From the day she came to power, she was destined to be unable to have a complete love. What he wanted was too extravagant and she couldn't afford it.

But he was so paranoid, he wanted to monopolize her crazily, not allowing anyone to share her feelings, not allowing anyone to get her attention, even if they were just a couple in name only, he couldn't tolerate it.

He wanted her to have only him in her eyes and heart.

He longed to dominate her body and mind, get all her attention, and didn't want her eyes to stay on other men, not even a little bit.

The royal wives hated him and were hostile to him, and wanted to get rid of him quickly.

The ministers were afraid of him and surrounded him, trying to pull him down from his high position at all costs.

His existence, his uncontrollable emotional obsession, the crazy jealousy that gradually grew in his heart, the hatred towards the royal husband and family, and the murderous intention that he tried to restrain but finally broke out of the cage because of the death of his son, finally made him become Like a murderous demon.

The country and the country were stable because of her, but in the end they were destroyed beyond recognition by him.

The government was in chaos because of him.

The four royal husbands were eliminated one by one, and the interests of the families behind them were greatly damaged. It was rare for the major families in the court who were originally competing against each other to be so united. They joined forces to accuse him and forced the queen to give them an explanation. .

Rong Huaijin, who had never regretted anything he did, finally felt regretful when Danshu was forced by the officials.

Her Majesty the Queen, who had always been calm and self-possessed, finally lost control and collapsed because of the suicide of that person who shouldered all the blame.

Perhaps the only time we truly let go of the shackles of identity and were honest with each other was during those months when we were finally bedridden to recuperate. However, the love at that time was no longer accompanied by joy and happiness, but was filled with sorrow and regret, filled with the separation of life and death. of grief and grief.

In the silent night, a low sigh overflowed from the lips, as if crossing the distance between heaven, earth, mountains and sea, returning to those unforgettable years.

"Xi'er." Rong Yu, who has sharp senses, caught even the slightest abnormality in his breathing in time, "Are you awake?"

The high-hanging nine-branch dragon-patterned lamp illuminates the deep palace hall. The hanging cloud curtain next to the dragon pillar blocks the bright light on the bed, allowing people who have been tired for a day to get a better sleep.

Nan Xi turned her head and looked at Rong Yu sitting by the bed.

Rong Yu, who was hidden in the dim light, was looking at her without blinking an eye. His normally dignified face was visibly full of haggard and care, and his strong and trim hands were still holding her hand steadily. Apparently he stayed here all night without a sleep.

Nan Xi couldn't help but sigh: "Why don't you come up and take a rest?"

"I just want to look at you." Rong Yu held her hand and kissed the back of her hand, "How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Your Majesty." Yinyue came in with two medical girls and saluted respectfully, "This slave has to clean and change His Majesty's clothes. Your Majesty, please stay out of the way."

Rong Yu was silent for a moment: "Didn't you just scrub it?"

"A woman who has just given birth is weak and sweats a lot. She needs to be scrubbed and changed more frequently." Yinyue said in a tactful tone, "A medical woman is better at taking care of these things than a palace official, so I would like to ask the prince to step aside."

Nan Xi smiled lightly: "Go ahead, it will be inconvenient for you to stay here."

Rong Yu pursed her lips, hummed quietly, then stood up and walked out without saying a word.

"The young prince is in the side hall." Yin Yue served Nan Xi and reported the young master's situation in a low voice, "The eldest princess and the wet nurse are taking care of her over there. The slaves saw that the young master is so handsome, with very similar facial features. Your Majesty, you are born with the noble spirit of a king.”

Standing in the outer hall, Rong Yu naturally heard Yin Yue's words and couldn't help but become suspicious again.

Is his son really that good-looking?

There's nothing wrong with the eyes between mother-in-law and Yin Yue.

He just said that his son looked like him just casually. After all, his son was ugly and definitely didn't look like Xi'er, but he actually didn't know who his son looked like at all. But Yin Yue told Xi'er with certainty that his son looked like him?

Why didn't he see the resemblance?

Also naturally noble.

With such a small face and a languid look, how can you tell that he is born with nobility?

Rong Yu thought to himself and decided to discuss this issue with Xi'er tomorrow.

White fish belly gradually appears in the east.

Rong Yu returned to the inner hall, and Nan Xi said, "Is the morning court time coming soon?"

Rong Yu made the decision without thinking: "We will rest today."

Nan Xi let him go, with a gentle curve on her lips: "A'yu, what do you think is a good name for your son?"

Rong Yu kissed her fingers, like a cat craving for warmth: "You decide."

"Rong Yu." Nan Xi spoke softly, "Do you think the fate of Queen Dongling can be lifted by me?"

Rong Yu was startled when he heard this: "Xi'er?"

"It's really tiring for a woman to be an emperor." Nan Xi smiled lightly, "I can't love the one I love, and I can't balance responsibility and emotion. If I want to give up one, I will inevitably hurt the other. It's really a bit difficult to force others."

It's hard to hurt the one you love.

It's even more dereliction of duty for a monarch to hurt the people of the world.

It's easy to say that it's easy to balance the two, but only those who are in it know how difficult it is.

Rong Yu was slightly shocked and silent for a long time: "I won't make you tired again."

They used to be too cautious, and now this way can better protect their feelings, which will neither let down the people nor cast a shadow of anxiety on their feelings.

He will protect her well, protect the Dongling Sheji, return the century of prosperity she owes, and make up for the big mistakes he made because of his paranoia and unscrupulous means.

Rong Yu didn't ask her if she had recovered her memory, because this question was no longer important.

The knots that once entangled their hearts, the obsessions that they could not let go of, and the paranoia that they could not get rid of like a demon, will all slowly fade away. In the days to come, the haze will dissipate and the spring sun will shine. Only light and beauty are the precious things they must protect.