Chapter 5 — Against my will, my father became an emperor, and I became a crown prince

“Murong Hoai, you are nothing more than a self-righteous trash. I thought you had great skills, but I didn't expect that you were just an illegitimate child brought back from outside the palace. I despise you!”

"If it weren't for the fact that before you still had the title of Crown Prince, you would just be a child of a farmer like you, how could you be worthy of a mandarin's daughter like me!"

“You...!”

Murong Hoai was so angry that his face turned red. A pair of true lovers who had just sworn that no he would not marry, no she would not marry, now directly tore each other's faces on the spot. All kinds of dirty words and curses kept ringing out, the scene was extremely ugly. Everyone turned to look, their eyes both amused and disdainful. Finally, the Emperor could no longer bear it anymore and raised his hand:

"Since you've been demoted to commoner status, you're no longer part of the royal family. Immediately kick them both out of the palace."

"In addition, it is commanded that they will never be separated for the rest of their lives. They will forever be husband and wife, one life and one life."

Murong Hoai was stunned, then turned around, rolled, crawled and rushed under the jade steps, tears and runny nose streaming down her face, calling continuously:

“Father!”

"Your father doesn't need me anymore? I have a relationship with you for more than twenty years! I've always considered you my biological father!"

My father was completely unmoved. Murong Hoai began to turn to me again, painfully pleading:

“Thanh Hoan, don't you love me the most?”

"I beg you! I beg you to keep me by your side, even if it's just a servant, even if it's just someone in your harem in the future."

“I don't want to be with this woman, I don't want to be a commoner…”

He cried so pitifully.

"Don't you like me the most? Love me the most? How could you bear to see me fall to such an end..."

“I beg you, out of respect for our three years as husband and wife, please forgive me this time!”

I look at his now humble face and just feel ridiculous. He also knew the love between husband and wife for three years, so when he pushed Pho Thanh Hoan to death before, why didn't he remember that love? Pho Thanh Hoan really loved him before, as long as he turned around, she would definitely forgive him. Unfortunately, I am not Pho Thanh Hoan.

“Pho Thanh Hoan is dead.”

I calmly looked at him.

"You pushed me, hit my head on the corner of the incense burner and died."

"I'm not Pho Thanh Hoan, my name is Murong Hoa."

Murong Hoai looked at me blankly, seemingly not understanding what I was saying at all. But whether he understands or not, it doesn't matter anymore. Very soon he will be kicked out of the royal palace, from the crown prince of the royal court overnight to a commoner. That feeling of disparity for the rest of his life will make him more miserable than death. The guards stepped forward, grabbed the two with one hand and dragged them directly outside the main hall. The pitiful screams and screams gradually faded away, eventually disappearing completely. I looked at that scene and felt countless emotions in my heart. The bowl of water used to drip blood to identify the body was actually touched by hands and feet. Murong Hoai was truly the Emperor's bloodline. It's just that the person sitting on the throne now has changed his soul. My father crossed over a little earlier than me, on the night the Emperor used the blood pill of female companions. This Royal father and son are not inherently good. A person who slaughtered concubines, abused palace maids, and used the blood of immature girls to make medicinal pills. One person treated the government's family cruelly, was weak and lazy in court, and treated people's lives like trash like his father. I don't feel sorry for them in their fate today. Since I became the Queen Mother, I began to actively assist my father in handling political affairs. Reduce taxes, let people rest and recover. Very quickly after that, the court's already shaky situation that was about to collapse gradually returned to stability, gradually showing a period of prosperity. The voices of doubt also became less and less. That day, I left the palace to participate in the sacrifice to seek blessings. On the way back to the palace, the carriage was suddenly stopped by someone, the carriage suddenly tilted and shook violently. Outside, loud shouts from guards and men's arguments were heard. The car curtains moved slightly, and the guard's respectful voice rang out outside:

“Your Royal Highness, someone is blocking the car.”

I closed my eyes and lazily asked:

"It's... the deposed Crown Prince Murong Huai. He's kneeling outside, painfully begging to see you just once."