The Queen sealed her heart and locked up her love, and the Emperor was trapped in the crematorium

It's not a harmonious marriage.

When these words fell into Xiao Chengxu's ears, the light in his eyes instantly became dim, as if it had lost all its brilliance. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a ruthless and powerful hand. Every beat brought bursts of pain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His heart shattered into countless pieces, scattered in the cold abyss, and turned into dust.

It turned out that his marriage with the queen was so unbearable in the eyes of outsiders.

Yes, the beginning of this marriage was ignoble, and the so-called love and harmony were nothing but wishful thinking in his heart.

The royal family arranged the marriage, euphemistically calling it a "match made in heaven," but in reality it was nothing more than an act of forced sale.

No matter who you are, once you receive the imperial edict, you have no choice. You have to marry whether you want to or not.

And he shamelessly took advantage of this. After completing the disaster relief work in the south, when his father asked him what kind of reward he wanted, he did not hesitate to ask for the imperial decree to marry the daughter of the Yongchang Marquis.

He expected that such behavior might make Yongchang Marquis's house unhappy, but he had no other choice because only in this way could he marry the girl of his dreams, because he did not meet the Yongchang Marquis's standard for choosing a son-in-law.

He was also very clear that the Yongchang Marquisate had no ability to refuse this marriage, because the emperor's will and majesty would never be challenged.

Yongchang Hou said firmly, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven and controls the whole world. But I only have one daughter, who is the memory left by my late wife. My wife's last wish is that our children can live a safe and smooth life and succeed in everything."

Xiao Chengxu stared at Yongchang Marquis with a sharp gaze. After a long while, he sighed deeply and said slowly, "Father-in-law's love for his daughter has spread all over the world seven years ago, and everyone knows it."

There are very few people who dare to disobey the emperor's will. If it were other nobles, once they received the imperial decree of marriage, no matter whether they were happy or not, most of them would respectfully accept the decree and execute it according to the emperor's will. After all, disobeying the king's order is a crime of disrespect, and the consequences are disastrous. And the person being granted marriage is a prince of noble status, so such a gift is undoubtedly the supreme honor and glory in the eyes of the world.

However, Marquis Yongchang was willing to give up the glory and respect that countless people dreamed of, rather than let his daughter suffer any injustice.

Xiao Chengxu had no doubt that if he was a playboy who did not work hard and only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, then the Marquis of Yongchang would probably disobey the order rather than marry his daughter to him.

It is really enviable to have such a father with such a loving heart.

Xiao Chengxu is no exception.

For him, he had never experienced even a little bit of the love that his parents had given him, where they did their best to plan and make arrangements for him.

In the royal family, family affection needs to be exchanged for interests. If there is no value, family affection cannot be obtained.

Xiao Chengxu had understood this truth when he was still very young. People who grew up in the palace had long seen through the fickleness of the world.

The scene before him gradually overlapped with his previous life. Xiao Chengxu suddenly recalled that in his previous life, Marquis Yongchang also knelt down and begged the king for a letter of divorce for his beloved daughter.

At that time, Xie Yaoqing's reputation was very bad both inside and outside the court. It could be said that it was extremely bad. She had not given birth to a child for many years, but she was domineering, arrogant and jealous. More and more ministers submitted memorials requesting that she be abolished from the position of queen.

Marquis Yongchang was afraid that his daughter would not have a good ending, so he begged Xiao Chengxu to grant him a letter of divorce so that Xie Yaoqing could leave the palace.

The palace is like a giant beast with bared fangs that will ruthlessly devour everyone who enters it. After a long period of immersion, it will become unrecognizable.

Despite Marquis Yongchang's earnest requests, Xiao Chengxu ultimately did not agree. He could only leave with a helpless sigh.

The man my daughter is marrying is the emperor, the most powerful person in the world. If the emperor is determined to do so, how can others interfere?

The empty hall was filled with a heavy and depressing atmosphere. Xiao Chengxu suddenly asked, "Feng'an, Marquis Yongchang said that I and the Queen have a good match. Do you feel the same way?"

Feng An quickly replied, "Your Majesty is outside the palace, so naturally you know very little about what is going on inside. In my opinion, the Emperor and the Empress are in perfect harmony and respect each other, and they are a match made in heaven."

"Really?" Xiao Chengxu murmured in a low voice, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Feng An thought that the Emperor and the Empress had once been in love and harmony, but later...

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On the other hand, Xie Yaoqing didn't know that in order to get herself into the palace, Marquis Yongchang summoned singing girls and dancers to Kunning Palace to sing, dance and play music in order to kill time.

Xie Yaoqing frowned slightly and glanced at the singers in front of her, but found that the singer who played the pipa so well and was very much to her liking that day was not there.

"Why isn't Qinghe here?"

Upon hearing this, another singing girl stepped forward, bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, Qinghe accidentally injured her hand and cannot play today."

The most important part for a person who is good at playing the pipa is his hands. If his hands are injured, he will naturally be unable to play the pipa anymore.

Xie Yaoqing nodded slightly and said nothing more.

There were many singers and dancers in the palace, and quite a few of them could play the pipa, so Qinghe was no shortage of them. Therefore, for Xie Yaoqing, whether Qinghe was there or not did not make much difference.

The weather today is very pleasant, neither too cold nor too hot, with a gentle breeze. Xie Yaoqing listened to the clear and beautiful "Spring River Moon Night", felt the comfort of the breeze on her face, and her eyelids gradually became heavy.

In a daze, Xie Yaoqing closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

The scene in the dream was the imperial palace that Xie Yaoqing was very familiar with, but at this moment it seemed a little strange.

In her memory, the palace had always been a solemn and orderly place, but what she saw before her was a strange and absurd scene she had never seen before.

A group of people in strange costumes were dancing and muttering to themselves, as if they were performing some mysterious spell. They were jumping and shuttling between palaces, as if they were in a grand yet strange ceremony.

Xie Yaoqing couldn't believe her eyes. Weren't these people performing a shaman dance? How could such a common folk activity of praying for blessings and warding off evil spirits appear in the imperial palace?

The emperor is the true dragon son of heaven. The palace where he lives should be filled with auspiciousness and be a blessed land. Why would he need to exorcise evil spirits, avoid disasters, and eliminate misfortunes?

Xie Yaoqing couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This dream is too absurd and ridiculous. Which emperor would do such a thing as performing a shaman dance in the palace? He must have gone mad.