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    She has been in the palace for so many years, and naturally she is not a naive person.

    Can the emperor really forgive the former prince for doing such a thing?

    She can lie to herself for a day, a month, but she can't lie for a lifetime.

    People who deceive themselves often know better than anyone else.

    She knew that she was dying soon, but she was still not reconciled, and wanted to fight for her son again, even if it was just a little chance, it was better than giving up completely.

    So she chose this moment to end herself.

    According to her understanding of the emperor, this ruthless emperor will always have a little more affection for the dead than for the living.

    And if she died like this, the emperor was afraid that he would not issue the imperial edict for a while.

    As long as the edict is not issued, everything is not a foregone conclusion.

    That's all she can do for the prince.

    As for whether the crown prince has the ability to recover after her death, it depends on his own ability.

    In the queen's bedroom.

    The crown prince and the sixth prince were guarding by the couch.

    The emperor stood aside with red eyes, thinking the same as Yu Jingdu's speculation.

    Originally, he was only guessing about this matter, until the queen took his hand and begged him to treat the prince well after his death.

    For a moment, the disappointment in the emperor's heart was even more than the sadness.

    He was disappointed in his queen, and when he was dying, he only remembered the son who was not a success.

    "Laifu." The emperor suddenly said: "I am a little tired, you accompany me to go outside to breathe."

    When Laifu heard the words, he hurriedly helped the emperor out of the palace.

    The emperor stood under the corridor and looked at the scene in the courtyard, and for some reason suddenly thought of Concubine Qi.

    The other party was still a concubine of Qi when he died, and he was a concubine after his death.

    Later, when the emperor occasionally thought of her, he always felt that he was indebted.

    "When Concubine Qi died, she asked someone to tell me that she wanted to see me." The emperor said, "Laifu, do you think she really wants to see me, or is she just like the queen, just wanting to entrust me to treat her children well at this time? "

    Laifu frowned when he heard this, thinking that these are all your children too?

    But he didn't dare to say it, he could only slander it.

    "Your Majesty." Laifu said, "Old slave remembers that Concubine Qi didn't seem to care much about the Third Highness during her lifetime."

    When the emperor heard Laifu say this, he also remembered that because Concubine Qi was dissatisfied with him back then, she even disliked the common son of the two, and she treated Yu Jingdu harshly.

    "So before she left, she didn't want to entrust anyone, she really wanted to see me," the emperor said.

    No matter if he wanted to scold him for being unlucky, or he wanted to express his sincerity to him, in the end, the other party had him in his heart before he left, rather than using him as a tool to protect his son.

    The emperor sighed, feeling quite complicated for a while.

    At this moment, there was a cry from the hall behind him.

    The emperor closed his eyes for a moment against the night, leaving a single tear.

    But only a drop.

    That night, Rong Zhuo woke up after hearing the bell because he didn't sleep soundly.

    The dull sound of the bell came from the direction of the palace, and it didn't stop when it reached the palace.

    Because it was so quiet at night, the sound of the bell was particularly abrupt.

    The eighth prince was also woken up, so he raised his small head sleepily and looked out.

    "Brother, who is ringing the bell?" the eighth prince asked.

    Rong Zhuo thought for a while, and said to him, "It came from the palace, and the empress has passed away."

    The eighth prince will know about this tomorrow, and Rong Zhuo didn't plan to hide it from him.

    "What is the death?" The Eighth Prince asked in confusion, "Why do you ring the bell at night?"

    "When you die, you go to another world, and you won't see her in this world." Rong Zhuo explained to him.

    The eighth prince tilted his head to think for a while, but couldn't come up with a reason.

    He is not familiar with the queen, and can only see each other on occasions like the palace banquet.

    Therefore, Rong Zhuo said that he would not see the queen in the future, and he did not feel any loss.

    "Will they keep knocking?" the eighth prince asked.

    "No, it'll be over soon." Rong Zhuo took him in his arms and patted his back lightly, "When the bell stops, you can sleep well, someone will come to pick you up early tomorrow morning. Palace."

    The eighth prince heard him say that he was going back to the palace, so he looked up at him and asked, "Are you going?"

    "I can't go." Rong Zhuo said: "Not everyone in the palace can enter casually."

    The Eighth Prince nodded and said disappointedly, "Then I won't be able to see you."

    "No." Rong Zhuo said, "In the future... there will always be a chance to see me again."

    "Really?" The Eighth Prince asked him, "When you become a member of the third brother's mansion, will I be able to see you when I come?"

    Although Rong Zhuo knew that the Eighth Prince didn't understand what this "people in the house" meant, he was still a little embarrassed to hear the other party say that. But this time, instead of denying it, he nodded.

    Seeing him nodding, the eighth prince was relieved. He put his little head in Rong Zhuo's arms and fell asleep.

    The bells outside stopped soon, but the capital tonight was not destined to be peaceful.

    The next day, Yu Jingdu was unable to return to the palace.

    After waiting for someone to pick up the eighth prince, Rong Zhuo returned to the Rong residence.

    Rong Qinghuai ordered the concierge early in the morning, so as soon as Rong Zhuo came back, he was called to the study.

    "King Yan entered the palace?" Father Rong asked him.

    "I went last night." Rong Zhuo said.

    "The queen is dying at this moment, and the matter of establishing the reserve will definitely be put on hold." Rong Qinghuai said: "But the war at the border will not wait for anyone. By then, he will go to the border before he is sealed, in case he stays there.In a year or two, I'm afraid there will be extra branches."

    Rong Zhuo didn't think that far. Hearing what Rong Qinghuai said, he couldn't help but frown.

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