The useless second daughter of the Hua family

Qingyao, with the title of empress, has always been by Li Luo's side. Since the death of the previous emperor, Qingyao has repeatedly postponed the ceremony of becoming empress in the name of mourning.

Since Li Luo ascended the throne, Qingyao has been the only one in the harem. Ministers in the court have written to the emperor to persuade him to take in more concubines and expand his family, but all of them were rejected by Li Luo. As time went by, people gradually became dissatisfied with this queen who had not yet been officially canonized.

As expected, that day, as soon as Li Luo came home from the morning court, he ran straight to Qingyao's bedroom with an angry face.

Seeing this, Qingyao shook her head helplessly and asked softly, "Your Majesty, which adult did you quarrel with today?"

Li Luo replied angrily: "Humph! It's still those nosy old guys! How can I allow them to discuss my family affairs casually!"

Qingyao smiled and said, "Your Majesty, calm down. The ministers are also concerned about the country. Moreover, the continuation of the royal bloodline is a major national event. How can it be said to be a trivial matter? You are getting older now, and the harem is too deserted. It is indeed time to marry a few new people into the palace."

After hearing this, Li Luo's face became very serious. He held Qingyao's hand tightly and said solemnly: "My eldest son must be born by the queen. We must not let the tragedy of the past happen again." His deep eyes stared at Qingyao.

Qingyao was burned by the heat in his eyes. She stood up suddenly as if startled, and staggered back a few steps.

Li Luo smiled bitterly. "You still can't let him go, right? Even though I'm always by your side, you still don't see me, right?" He murmured to himself, his voice full of resentment.

"Li Luo..." Qingyao opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you accept me? Am I really that unbearable? He died a long time ago, and I am the person closest to you now!" Li Luo shouted excitedly, his eyes full of pain and unwillingness.

"That's enough!" Qingyao interrupted Li Luo loudly, "Your Majesty is not feeling well, you should return to the palace to rest as soon as possible, I won't see you off."

"You actually drove me away?" Li Luo showed a self-deprecating smile on his face. He nodded vigorously, then turned around and strode away without looking back.

Since then, the relationship between the two fell into a cold war. Li Luo, as if in a fit of anger, selected more than a dozen concubines to enter the palace at once. Although Qingyao was slightly relieved, the daily morning and evening visits bothered her. So, she simply skipped these daily etiquettes, closed the palace door and lived a quiet and comfortable secluded life.

Since Li Luo ascended the throne, Cui Sang's identity and status have changed greatly. Although she has received meticulous care, her foundation was damaged in her early years, so her physical condition has deteriorated. On her deathbed, she asked to see Qing Yao again.

"Your Majesty, can you really not accept the Emperor?" Cui Sang asked with tears in her eyes.

"You know, my heart has died since he left. How can I let go of anyone else?" Qingyao's tone was calm, as if she had already let go of everything.

Hearing this, Cui Sang couldn't help but burst into tears, "My Lady, it's all my fault. I am so ashamed of you!"

"Cui Sang, what is going on?" Qing Yao hurriedly supported her trembling body upon seeing this.

"You have been so kind to me and His Majesty, but he treats you like this. It really shouldn't be..." Cuisang burst into tears.

"It's none of his business. It was my own idea. Now I have a peaceful and free time." Qingyao tried to comfort her.

"No, no, no, you don't know. There are many things you don't understand." Cui Sang shook her head repeatedly.

"Okay, just get excited first, and I'll come back slowly when the time comes." Qingyao patted the back of her hand gently to comfort her.

"I deserve to die! In fact, from the moment I decided to help Your Majesty conceal the truth, I was destined to suffer retribution and deserve to go to hell." Cui Sang said with remorse.

"Cui Sang..." Looking at the heartbroken woman in front of her, Qingyao was a little confused for a moment.

"Please listen to me! I am afraid I don't have the courage to do it again. When Prince Shun was assassinated, it was an assassin sent by Your Majesty. He disguised himself as your messenger, and Your Majesty was not on guard against him at all."

"Why did he...why did he do this?" Hearing this news, she was struck by lightning, and her body trembled involuntarily. Unable to accept this fact, she stared at the person in front of her with wide eyes, hoping to find a trace of deception in the other's eyes.

"Your Majesty, do you really not know what His Majesty thinks of you?"

Yes, was she really unaware? Not really. With those unbridled gazes and those vague intimacy, she always deceived herself into thinking that he was just a child, but she never realized that the admiration in the child's eyes had gradually evolved into possessiveness.

Cui Sang passed away that night, quietly and peacefully. Upon hearing the news, Li Luo was grief-stricken. He ordered Cui Sang to be posthumously named a princess and buried her with honor according to the etiquette of royal relatives.

Li Luo saw Qingyao was unhappy, so he comforted her: "She has been ill for a long time, and now she is relieved. You don't have to be so sad."

Qingyao nodded silently. She looked at the man in front of her, recalling every detail of the past, and for a moment she felt a little strange.

"Yes, she has let go of what's in her mind and left peacefully. What about you? Are you hiding any secrets from me?" Qingyao raised her head and looked at Li Luo firmly, as if she wanted to see his true thoughts deep in his heart through his eyes.

Li Luo was startled by her question, but then he calmed down and looked at her intently, "I can give you my whole heart, what else can I hide? A Yao, let's stop making trouble, okay?"

Qingyao chuckled and shook her head. She pulled her hand back resolutely. Her gaze gradually turned cold. Her eyes, which had been as gentle as water, were now as cold as ice.

Suddenly, she raised her arm and slapped the other person hard. The crisp sound echoed in the hall, and everyone was shocked. For a moment, the whole scene fell into deathly silence.

"It's my fault as a teacher. I didn't fulfill my teaching responsibilities. I didn't grasp the right scale of getting along with you, which led to you having unrealistic fantasies about me. All the mistakes are on me!" Qingyao's voice was full of self-blame and regret.

"Ayao, what are you talking about?" Li Luo looked confused and tried to grab Qingyao's hand.

"Cui Sang told me everything." Qingyao's tone was so calm that it made people feel distressed.

Hearing this, Li Luo's face turned pale instantly, and he was panicked. "Ayao, listen to me, things are not what you think..."

"I don't want to listen!" Qingyao interrupted him excitedly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You must know! I like you and long to have you. You are like a ray of light in my dark life. You can't save me from the bottomless abyss and then push me back mercilessly. I can't accept it! I will really go crazy!"

"But, the light that belongs to me is gone!" Qingyao lost control of her emotions and finally couldn't help squatting down and crying. Her cry was heartbreaking and moving.

Li Luo stood there blankly, watching Qingyao crying. His heart was broken. At this moment, he felt a little regretful.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. What can I do to make you feel better? Can you give him my life as compensation?" Li Luo slowly squatted down and gently wiped the tears from Qingyao's cheeks.

Qingyao raised her head with empty eyes, "From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other." After saying that, she turned and left, leaving Li Luo alone in the empty hall.

Several months had passed in the blink of an eye. Li Luo was busy with trivial government affairs all day long, working day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep. And Qingyao had not taken a single step out since she entered the bedroom.

Late one night, Li Luo fell into a strange dream. In the dream, he was in a quiet mountain hut, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland. Qingyao sat in it, with a peaceful and tranquil face, like a fairy descending to earth.

Li Luo slowly approached her, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Sir, I'm here."

Qingyao smiled slightly, nodded slightly, and then carefully handed an item to him. It was a flawless white jade button. "I am leaving now. From now on, no one in the world will know your secret. I hope your future life will be as pure and flawless as this jade."

"Sir!" Li Luo suddenly woke up, with an ominous feeling in his heart. He rushed all the way and rushed straight into Qingyao's boudoir. However, Qingyao was already asleep, with a peaceful smile on her lips and the jade button tightly held in her hand.

Li Luo stood blankly beside the bed, staring at Qingyao's sleeping face, tears silently falling.