Time travel! The little princess came down the mountain and made a scene in the palace

The emperor lay quietly on the dragon couch, his face as pale as paper, his eyes closed, lifeless, as if he was asleep.

The Concubine Chen sat on the dragon couch, holding his hand tightly, her eyes full of worry and sadness, and tears could not stop flowing.

Xi Lingxue, Wei Han, and Mo Lin's siblings all knelt beside the dragon bed, looking at the dying emperor with worry.

The ministers knelt outside the palace and prayed silently, hoping that the emperor would wake up.

Suddenly, the emperor's fingers moved slightly, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Seeing this, Concubine Chen said in surprise: "Your Majesty, you are awake!"

There was a sobbing tone in her voice and her face was covered with tears. The emperor raised his hand with difficulty and gently wiped away the tears of the concubine, and said weakly: "Concubine Chen... don't cry... I like to see you smile, smile for me again."

I couldn't stop my tears from falling, but I still forced myself to smile.

"You look better when you smile. I know my time is coming and I won't be able to accompany you for the rest of your life. Don't blame me."

"Your Majesty, you will be fine. Xue'er can help you recuperate. I believe you will be able to get through this. Let's live a good life without worrying about worldly affairs, okay?"

"Is it just like the couples in ordinary families? The man tills the fields and the woman weaves, and they rest at sunset and get up at sunrise."

"Yes. I don't want any glory and wealth, or fine clothes and delicious food. I just want to be a loving couple with Your Majesty in an ordinary way. Okay?"

The emperor said intermittently: "Concubine Chen... I also want to live with you... the life of an ordinary couple... but it's too late..."

"No, there will definitely be time."

The Emperor's mouth bled as he finished speaking. Concubine Chen hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, how are you? Xue'er, come and see your father."

"I'm fine..."

He turned to look at Wei Han who was kneeling beside the dragon couch, and said, "Han'er... remember... be a good emperor who works hard and loves the people. You should listen to the advice of ministers, but you don't necessarily have to adopt their opinions."

"As an emperor, you cannot be influenced by anyone, otherwise your imperial power will soon be undermined. The art of being an emperor is to weigh the pros and cons. You cannot do things as you please."

“Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The foundation of a country is to ensure that the people live and work in peace and contentment.”

"My son, I will obey my father's teachings."

After the emperor finished instructing Wei Han, he looked at Xi Lingxue and the two children. Wei Han and Concubine Chen hurriedly asked them to come over. Xi Lingxue and the others knelt beside the dragon couch, tears streaming down their faces.

"Father, grandfather..."

"Xue'er, you will be the eldest princess of the Wei Dynasty in the future. You must help Han'er to secure the throne."

Xi Lingxue's eyes were blurred with tears, and she nodded repeatedly, "Father, I obey your command."

The emperor's face was pale and his body was trembling slightly. He suppressed his physical discomfort, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently stroked Mo Lin's head, his eyes full of love and reluctance.

He slowly moved towards Wan'er and wiped away the tears from her cheeks with his gentle fingers.

"Lin'er, Wan'er, you must help each other in the future and be filial to your father and your mother."

"Grandson, granddaughter, follow your grandfather's teachings."

The emperor's gaze lingered on his family, a look of reluctance and helplessness, as if he had many things left to say.

However, his body could no longer support any more strength, his hands gradually dropped down, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"emperor……"

"Father..."

"Grandpa..."

The Concubine Chen lay on the Emperor and cried hysterically. She was heartbroken and called out to the Emperor while crying, but this time there was no response.

Wei Han knelt beside the dragon bed and cried bitterly.

Xi Lingxue, Mo Lin and Wan'er hugged each other and cried.

The entire palace was filled with a sad atmosphere. They felt the emperor's departure and were heartbroken.

While observing mourning, Wei Han also found time to handle state affairs and ordered people to prepare for the funeral.

Xi Lingxue was worried that Concubine Chen would be too sad, so she ordered her two children to accompany her every day. She herself mourned for the Emperor while accompanying Concubine Chen, worried that she would worry too much?

As night fell, Concubine Chen dressed up carefully with the help of her servants, wearing the emperor's favorite light blue dress.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, she gently stroked her cheek and applied lipstick lightly.

She said to herself, "Your Majesty, you have always praised me for looking good in my light blue gown. I will wear it tonight for you to see. Although I don't look good and am not as pretty as before, you must not despise me."

She took out a bottle of poison from the drawer of the dressing table, walked slowly to the bedside and drank the poison without hesitation. Instantly, the bitter liquid burned in her throat and spread like wildfire.

The poison took effect quickly, her face turned as pale as paper, her lips turned a strange purple, and blood continued to gushed out of her mouth, spraying out like a fountain, staining her clothes red, forming a sad and beautiful picture.

The Concubine Chen's body began to tremble violently, and every spasm brought piercing pain. But there was a smile on her face, a smile of relief, as if telling the world that she was finally going to reunite with the Emperor.

Her eyes gradually became blurred, her hands stretched into the air with a sad smile, as if she could see the emperor waiting for her.

"Your Majesty, I am here."

Her voice echoed in the silent night sky, carrying a hint of sadness and determination.

As life passes by, the body gradually becomes soft and weak, like a withered flower.

By the time the palace maid discovered it, Concubine Chen had already left. She had accompanied the emperor to another world to live a pastoral life.

I hurriedly reported to Wei Han and Xi Lingxue, who rushed over and saw dark red blood flowing from the corner of Concubine Chen's mouth. I immediately realized that my mother had followed my father.

"Mother..."

Xi Lingxue cried heartbreakingly.

Wei Han also rushed over after hearing the news and witnessed this scene. He was heartbroken. The death of Concubine Chen plunged the entire palace into deeper grief.

There were two letters left on the dressing table, one to Xi Lingxue and the other to Wei Han, telling them that she had followed the emperor. She didn't want the emperor to live alone in the cold underground, so she wanted to go and accompany him.

Now they all have their own children and will live a good life in the future. The emperor and I will bless them in heaven.

He also ordered Wei Han to bury them in the same tomb so that they could be together forever.

The first thing Wei Han did after ascending the throne was to posthumously confer the title of Empress Dowager Xiao on Concubine Chen so that the couple could be buried together and hold a grand funeral.

Wei Han officially ascended the throne as emperor. He kept the emperor's instructions in mind, worked hard to govern the country and care for the people.

Wei Han lived up to the emperor's instructions. Under his governance, the Wei Dynasty became increasingly prosperous, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. This is a later story.

After Wei Han's coronation ceremony, Xi Lingxue looked at the man in front of her and couldn't help but sigh at his growth overnight.

His brows revealed the majesty of an emperor, a calm and resolute temperament.

The departure of the Emperor and the Concubine made Xi Lingxue feel that human life was particularly fragile, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in her heart.

Thinking of my three masters who are all in their seventies and have passed the age of seventy, I realized that life is so fragile, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Driven by this idea, she decided to go to Penglai to visit her master.