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

Combined with Xiao Chengxu's previous incomprehensible and extraordinary behavior, the answer immediately emerged in Xie Yaoqing's mind, and at the same time, a nameless anger burned from the bottom of his heart.

No wonder Xiao Chengxu suddenly seemed like a completely different person. It turned out that he was also reborn.

If that's the case, then Xiao Chengxu must have regretted his death in his previous life, otherwise why would he behave so abnormally in this life?

But what exactly was he regretting?

Everything went as he wished? What else was there for him to regret?

He is still in a high position, as the master of the world, controlling the greatest power and wealth in the world, enjoying endless glory and wealth, respected and bowed to by all the people... With such a life, what else could be unsatisfactory?

If it was Xiao Chengxu who had no memories of his past life, Xie Yaoqing might not be so disgusted. After all, some things had not happened yet, such as the Yongchang Marquis's family was still safe, and she was still firmly sitting on the throne of the queen, and had not been replaced by some so-called childhood sweetheart or cousin, or even stepped on and trampled on by the other party...

But if the man standing in front of her, like her, came from a previous life, then all the hurt she had experienced before was real and could not be erased. This man had once trampled all her pride to the ground, leaving her with nothing, and she could only linger in the cold palace, living a life worse than death...

How could Xie Yaoqing not hate the instigator of everything, the man in front of her - Xiao Chengxu.

Xie Yaoqing's heart was burning with anger. She grabbed Xiao Chengxu's collar with her backhand and stared at him with a piercing gaze. Her eyes were full of undisguised hatred. She gnashed her teeth and said word by word, "Your Majesty, considering our relationship as husband and wife for the past twelve years, after I died, did you show mercy and help me collect my body and bury me in peace? I'm afraid you didn't. You probably just wrapped my body in a tattered straw mat and threw it in the mass grave."

After a brief pause, Xie Yaoqing murmured as if she was talking to herself: "My body has long been burned by the raging fire into an ugly pile of bones. But it's good this way, at least I don't have to endure the pain of rotting and stinking anymore."

Her voice was frighteningly calm, yet it made people feel an icy chill for no reason.

Xie Yaoqing even had some wild thoughts. In such cold weather, the body should be able to be preserved for a while. Even if she didn't set the fire before her death, her body should not rot and stink in a short time. However, it would definitely not look very decent. So it would be best to burn it with fire. Only a skeleton would be left, and it would not matter whether it was decent or not.

Hearing this, Xiao Chengxu trembled as if struck by lightning, and his heart ached as if being cut by thousands of knives at the same time. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly with difficulty, and he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. He said in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing, what are you talking about? Are you having a nightmare? You are still young, don't say these unlucky words anymore."

The scene in the cold palace was a scene that Xiao Chengxu did not want to recall again in his past and present lives. The once lively and wanton woman quietly closed her eyes and lay peacefully on the bed, as if she was asleep. However, no matter how hard he shouted, he could not wake up his lover who had been sleeping forever.

Since ancient times, there have been countless beauties who died in the imperial palace, and the bones are piled up everywhere. However, Xiao Chengxu never thought that one day, the person he loved would die so prematurely within the deep palace walls, and they would be separated forever. One is still alive, and the other has already entered the underworld, and there is no chance for them to meet again.

Xie Yaoqing was now absolutely certain that Xiao Chengxu was the same as her. She couldn't help but sneer a few times, her face full of sarcasm.

She originally thought that God favored her and had mercy on her, so he gave her a chance to start over.

But now, even a person like Xiao Chengxu who is extremely scheming and selfish can be reborn. Does it mean that as a monarch, in the eyes of God, you are really more noble than ordinary people?

"Unlucky words? Everything I said is true. Your Majesty should know it very well. Why deceive yourself?"

"Your Majesty may not know what the cold palace is like in winter. The windows are leaking, the roof is broken, and the cold wind is everywhere, which makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. The hard quilt is as heavy as a piece of iron, pressing on the body, as if it weighs a thousand pounds, making it difficult to breathe. A mouthful of steaming hot food and a sip of hot water have become luxuries. That winter was the coldest winter I have ever experienced in my life. I have experienced all the sufferings that I have not experienced before I got married in the cold palace."

Xie Yaoqing's face showed a look of loss.

Recalling those unbearable days, Xie Yaoqing was confused as to how he ended up in such a situation.

At that time, she was so destitute and miserable that even if she put aside all her self-esteem and pride and begged desperately, just to see Xiao Chengxu, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

People often say that the importance of a woman getting married is like being reborn. If she chooses the right man, she will live a smooth and worry-free life. If she chooses the wrong man, she will be trapped in misery.

Is it because she married the wrong person and tried to talk about love with the emperor and ask for his sincerity that she will be doomed to eternity and even lose her life?

Xie Yaoqing never liked winter, because it was very cold, and the cold wind was like a sharp knife cutting his face. However, no winter could be as cold as that year, the cold seemed to penetrate the bone marrow, and even the hot blood in the body seemed to freeze into ice, extremely cold.

With every word Xie Yaoqing said, Xiao Chengxu's heart would tremble involuntarily, as if it was repeatedly pierced by a sharp sword, with blood splattering and scars all over.

Yes, why was he such a jerk? He threw the lover whom he once swore to cherish for the rest of his life into the cold palace, letting her suffer in the cold winter and endure the hardships and sufferings of the world. Falling from a high place to the dust, the pain in it cannot be easily summarized by the word "hardship".