I fought back after reselling my engagement

The emperor was also looking for something new. Once he succeeded, he would find it interesting. He thought that when he found out that his beloved had remained a virgin for him, he would be so ecstatic and overjoyed.

So, Zhen Yuan in his previous life knew that she was not his flesh and blood?

If so, it is understandable that Zhen Yuan agreed with Yu's proposal, wanting to get Su Wan's dowry and make her Zhen Zhen's concubine.

Concubines are something only princesses who marry into other princesses' families can have. It's a pity that Yu came up with this idea.

Zhen Yuan knew that she was not his own flesh and blood, but he certainly didn't know who her biological father was. If he knew that the "other man's daughter" he adopted was the emperor's daughter, he would definitely not dare to act like that.

Did Su Wan die of depression, or was it because of the emperor's neglect later?

Zhen Su asked, "Will the good times not last long? The emperor is meeting with my mother in private, and has this been known to others?"

There were many people involved. First, the Supervisory Department was involved, and then even the Prime Minister knew about it and reported it to the Queen Mother for her decision. Although the Queen Mother felt sorry for being one step behind, she would never allow her son to do such a shameful thing as "the king taking the minister's wife".

Xia Yang's expression told her the answer, "The Queen Mother held a banquet for the Emperor to select concubines. It was probably four months after the Emperor and your mother reconciled their relationship. The Queen Mother and the Empress selected sixty beauties to enter the palace."

These are beauties who were picked from thousands or tens of thousands of miles across the entire Da Qi. There are beautiful sisters and daughters of officials from various places, and even more gorgeous beauties from the common people, some plump and some thin, some as pretty as orchids and some as beautiful as chrysanthemums, with all kinds of styles.

Concubine Lan, Concubine Lian and Concubine Wan were the most favored concubines after Emperor Dezhi ascended the throne. Although Concubine Wan was an imperial concubine, Concubine Lan and Concubine Lian were equally favored as her.

"Later, my mother was neglected, and soon after she found out that she was pregnant with me?"

Xia Yang nodded repeatedly.

The Queen Mother and the ministers wanted to make Emperor Dezhi give up his thoughts on Su Wan. Because of a carefully prepared beauty pageant, their goal was achieved. Emperor Dezhi had a new love and forgot his old love. Once his wish was fulfilled, the Queen Mother scolded him again, "There are so many beauties in the harem, how can you fall in love with the wife of a minister?" The queens of the two generations of emperors, Taizu and Gaozu, were all mothers of the country and virtuous.

Emperor Dezhi finally "pulled himself back from the brink" and calmed down, but this was a fatal blow to Su Wan who was in love.

Zhen Su sighed, "My mother is so confused. If Zhen Yuan doesn't suit her, she can just divorce and marry someone else. Your Majesty, this big tree belongs to the countless flowers in the imperial garden. It's really not worth it to compete with thousands of flowers for a tree!"

Xia Yang thought this statement was quite fresh.

The emperor is a tree and his concubines are all flowers.

There was no "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and no poems by Li Bai and Du Fu in the history of Da Qi. This was a civilization similar to the Tang and Song dynasties, with both poems and lyrics handed down from generation to generation, as if she was familiar with the Tang poems and Song lyrics of that time and space.

"A lifetime of love, a couple. True love is between a man and a woman. It's a matter of two people. My mother and the emperor..." She shook her head and sighed again, "It's not true love. Maybe my mother really loves him, regardless of her reputation and status, but he doesn't really love my mother. His heart is divided into several petals. The largest petal is for the world, and there is another petal for the queen, one petal for the princess, one petal for the noble concubine, one petal for the concubine, and the remaining small petals for the concubines in the palace. My mother is just one of his countless women, and the one who was finally let go and forgotten by him..."

She gestured with her fingers and looked at the tiny bit. "I could have a heart all to myself, but I had to fight for a tiny fragment. Why bother? It's not worth it! If it were me, I would either not have it or I would have a complete heart and a complete love."

Cherish when you love, let go when fate is gone.

If you don't love me, I will turn away!

Xia Yang was full of admiration. This was the pride of a royal princess. Even when it came to love, she had her own pride and domineering attitude.

Her beautiful, intoxicating voice echoed in his ears like a dream, as if he had walked into fairyland and heard the fairy's humming:

“If only life could be like the first time we met, it would be too late.

Wish to have one person's heart, and the white head will not be separated.

There are three thousand rivers, but I only drink from one ladle. "

He, Xia Yang, valued the most talented person in his life. Princess Jiarou sang the poem very well, "If only life could be like the first meeting..." It was so sad. His heart seemed to be moved by the melody, and he couldn't help but be obsessed again and again.

"It is hard to meet and hard to leave. The east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. The silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies. The candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes. When I look in the mirror in the morning, I am worried about my gray hair. When I recite poems at night, I feel the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to Pengshan. The blue bird is eager to visit me."

What a great saying, “A silkworm may die only when it has spun all its silk; a candle may burn down only when all its tears have dried.” This is his master, the princess he protects. She is a passionate woman and a tender person.

Xia Yang stared at Princess Jiarou in a daze, forgetting to breathe. In his mind, he seemed to see a person who was deeply in love and unable to extricate herself, just like a spring silkworm, missing her beloved until the end of her life.

Damn it!

The person the princess misses must be herself.

If it were someone else, with the princess's infatuation and loyalty, she would definitely be like a spring silkworm, dying of lovesickness.

On the roof, Xia Yang was distracted and didn't notice someone coming. A graceful figure moved aside the glazed tiles, and he saw a man and a woman in the house. The woman was practicing calligraphy, and the words were poems.

"Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for Mount Wushan, all other clouds are but mounds. I am too lazy to look back at the flowers now, partly because of my cultivation and partly because of you.

In this world, there are always infatuated women and unfaithful men.

If he really cared about my mother, she wouldn't be in the dilemma between love and reason. The person she misses is sitting in the golden palace, but she has failed her husband. She is an unfaithful wife, but she suffers from reason and reality. This dilemma can only be relieved by death..."

Xia Yang was already in tears, and said foolishly: "Master, you deserve the best man in the world. If someone lets you down in the future, Xia Yang will be the first to kill him..."

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

I don't love you unless it's you, and I don't feel moved unless it's you. It's just for one

What a resoluteness, what an irreplaceable emotion.

The ancients would be moved to tears when they heard someone reciting poetry. Is this legend true? She met one today, and he was in tears indeed!

Zhen Su put down his pen, and on the paper was the poem he had just written.

"You actually cried?"

"When I think about it, if my master is hurt by this man, my heart will be broken..."

Is this a switch to an idol drama, or a sentimental scene?

Zhen Su took a silk handkerchief from one side and said, "Wipe your tears."

A tall and strong man cried his eyes out.

The woman on the roof opened her mouth in surprise. Was this a ghost? Xia Yang, who killed people without blinking an eye, was moved to tears by the princess's poem. If this were to be spread out, no one would believe it.

Xia Yang actually has such a passionate side. If she sees it, will he hunt her down when she gets back?

Zhen Su no longer looked at Xia Yang. She just recited the poem. She said it was someone else's poem, but Xia Yang probably would never believe it.

"Xia Yang, are you really a guard from the Supervisory Department?"

"Master!" Xia Yang called out softly, kneeling on the ground again, "I am the Left Protector of the Supervisory Department!"

Not only that, he is also one of the top three masters.