Chapter 6 — No Regrets

At first he was able to scream loudly, but after discovering that the two female models didn't even feed him, he became even more frightened and begged for forgiveness. He was already injured, struggling in a dirty pile and died within a few days. Before he died, he used his blood to write me an envelope. It's probably just some useless words of admitting mistakes and regretting it. I didn't even look at it, so I ordered the palace staff to burn it. After Duong Tri Chuong passed away, my mother Xuan Dao was also given two cups of poisoned wine. But when the emperor learned of Duong Xuan Y's death, he caused chaos in the palace. "Why did you kill her! You killed the woman I love the most, I will not forgive you in this life!" He screamed at me. Everyone paid a terrible price because of that incident. But he doesn't. Even he was only detained by me. Because he is my son. So he was sure that I wouldn't dare, and wouldn't do anything to him. "You are a crazy woman. Why did your father blindly look at you? You even dare to insult your own father, you are not worthy of being my mother at all!" Thinking that he had lost his lover, he cursed me with all his words. But this time, there was not the slightest wave in my eyes. "Abdicate." I expressionlessly tossed him an abdication letter. "You don't need to use this to threaten me." The man smiled firmly. "You only have one child, me. The other children of my father died many years ago, and the descendants of the clan have not yet grown up." "If you have abandoned me, who else can you establish?" If you want to be a female emperor, people in the world will not agree." I looked at his fearless face, silently lamenting that this child was still not like me, nor like his father. But he was indeed born of me. Perhaps it's also the way he inherited his heartless and meaningless ancestor. "But you forgot." "Your little Shu concubine is pregnant." Of course I don't need to support others. There is nothing easier to control than a newborn baby. At this moment, there was finally a crack in the expression on the man's face. "You can't treat me like that! I am the crown prince personally ordained by my father, I am the righteous son of heaven!" "But now you are no longer that." I squatted down, patting him like when I was a child, placing my hand on his crown. "In the end, is there anything wrong with my mother that makes me treat my biological mother like an outsider? So?” He said I forced him to work hard day and night, but if it was too ordinary, even if he was my son, the emperor would not look at him one more time. And he and I in the court do not have a godmother, nor do we have any background. If we don't humble ourselves to attract courtiers, we only have death waiting for us. Day and night I thought about how to keep me and him alive, but he blamed me for not giving him much motherly love. "But I don't blame you." The bottom of my eyes were gentle. "It's just as you wish, taking back all the things you hated before." Starting from today, he is no longer the emperor who has to shoulder the responsibility, nor is he my son. In the three hundred and sixty-seventh year of the calendar, the Emperor suddenly became seriously ill, passed the throne to his young son, and specifically bestowed the authority to oversee the country to the Queen Mother. He himself moved to the palace and no longer met outsiders. But no one knows, the person in the palace is just a substitute. As for the Emperor, his appearance was changed, his name was changed, and he was thrown into an ordinary household. Here, he is no longer the lofty prince he once was. Just the son of a woodcutter. Parental model

Having many children, no matter how good the relationship is, you still have to work hard to make a living. He said he was not their child, he was the king. But looking at that face, no one believes it. Moreover, the Emperor is in the royal palace, how could he appear in an ordinary farmer's house? He was forced to work every day and was so tired that he couldn't stop when his shoulder was tightened with a rope and there were blood stains. He tried to run away, but was quickly captured. The callouses on my hands were rubbed off and then grew again. Over time, he also panicked wondering if he was really the child of this family. All the past is just his dream. But until he once again grabbed a large bundle of firewood, numbly stood on the street selling it, and suddenly heard the news that the Queen Mother had brought her mother back from Ngu Dai Mountain to pray for blessings. Twelve sets of cymbals of great prestige. People on the street respectfully and curiously stood on both sides of the road, hoping to see the beauty of heaven just once. But perhaps it is a tantalizing twist of fate. Through the sea of people, he saw my face clearly. He finally knew that those days before were not dreams. He should have been the master of the world, he should have enjoyed all the honor and lived his entire life. He called his mother, wanting to come closer and closer to my price to admit his mistake.