Traveling through the Tang Dynasty: The Concubine Goes to War

After returning from the hunting ground, Ayiduo seemed to have become a different person. She sat quietly on the gorgeous embroidered bed, her eyes empty and confused, her thoughts drifting far away. The pain of losing her child was like a heavy dark cloud covering her, tearing her heart into pieces.

The maid Alina stood silently by the side, watching Ayiduo immersed in endless sorrow, her heart filled with helplessness and pity. She whispered to comfort her: "Princess, don't be too sad..."

However, Ayiduo interrupted her and said in a low voice: "No, I am not sad. Since the moment I left Turkic, I have no longer felt sad... It's just that when I recall the past, I begin to doubt whether everything I have done is really worth it..."

Alina was silent for a moment, then continued, "Turkic Jie Li Khan will definitely know how much you have sacrificed for him."

Aiduo smiled slightly, revealing a hint of bitterness and self-mockery: "It doesn't matter anymore. I love him, so I am willing to give everything for him. Even if it seems now that these efforts may be in vain, I never regret it."

After saying that, she gently stroked her belly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Ayiduo finally decided to bury this emotion deep in her heart and not let it surface again. She knew that continuing to immerse herself in sadness and pain would only make it more and more difficult for her to extricate herself. Therefore, she tried hard to control the waves in her heart and not let the tears burst out again.

As time went by, Ayiduo began to re-examine her life trajectory and tried to find new goals and meaning. She realized that the past could not be undone, but the future was still full of hope. So she made up her mind to cheer up and face the challenges in life positively.

Aida gradually regained her former vitality and devoted herself to the affairs of the palace.

However, every time the sun sets and night falls, when Ayiduo sits alone in front of the window and looks at the endless starry sky, she always feels an indescribable pain in her heart. The child who died before he was born always lingers in her mind like a shadow. Although she tries hard to hide it, the unforgettable pain will never go away.

That evening, the sun was setting, and the afterglow shone on the glazed tiles of Xingqing Palace, glittering with golden light. In the palace, Eunuch Chen walked cautiously to the emperor who had just finished dinner, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you haven't summoned any empress in recent days? Do you need tonight..." The emperor raised his head, glanced at Eunuch Chen, then waved his hand and interrupted him: "No, I still have government affairs to deal with." After that, the emperor slowly stood up and walked towards the study.

At the same time, Ayiduo in the harem heard that the emperor did not summon any concubines tonight, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation. After carefully dressing up, she decided to go for a walk in the imperial garden. When night fell, the moonlight sprinkled among the flowers like water, as if embellishing the entire imperial garden into a beautiful painting.

Ayiduo strolled in the sea of ​​flowers, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the night. Suddenly, a melodious flute sound came into her ears. She looked in the direction of the sound curiously, and saw the emperor sitting in a pavilion not far away, concentrating on playing the bamboo flute in his hand.

Aiduo walked lightly and slowly approached the pavilion, quietly listening to the moving melody played by the emperor. At this moment, the emperor noticed Aiduo's arrival, he stopped playing, and the two looked at each other, speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"You're here." The emperor broke the silence first.

Aiduo walked lightly to the emperor, then slowly knelt down, bowed her head and said: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

The emperor stretched out his hand, gently helped Ayiduo up, and said, "Get up, no need to be polite."

Ayiduo stood up slowly, lowered her head, and played with the corner of her clothes.

The emperor looked at Ayiduo, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and asked softly: "How have you been during this period?"

Ayiduo was slightly startled, then raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes, and her voice was slightly choked: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am fine."

The emperor frowned, as if he noticed something was wrong with Ayiduo, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is there something on your mind? Why don't you tell me?"

Ayiduo bit her lip, and hesitated to speak. Finally, she shook her head and whispered, "It's nothing. It's just that I'm not in a good mood recently. I'm sorry to make the emperor laugh."

The emperor sighed, stroked Ayiduo's hair, and said softly: "I know you feel wronged, but I can't help myself."

Ayiduo lowered her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, sobbing softly: "I understand the emperor's difficulties, and I dare not blame the emperor."

The emperor gently hugged Ayiduo and comforted her: "Don't cry, I will make it up to you. Whenever I have the chance, I will come to visit you, okay?"

Ayiduo nodded, wiped her tears, and gave a forced smile: "I thank the emperor."

The emperor looked at Ayiduo's sad eyes and trembling lips, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He slowly reached out his hand and gently touched Ayiduo's cheek, as if he wanted to soothe the pain deep in her heart.

"I know the pain in your heart at this moment. Losing your child is undoubtedly a heavy blow to you. However, the facts are already like this. We cannot change the past, but we can choose to face the future bravely." The emperor's voice was low and gentle, with deep concern.

Ayiduo felt the emperor's warmth and consideration, and her eyes sparkled with gratitude. She held the emperor's hand tightly, and tears blurred her eyes again. "Your Majesty, I know your painstaking efforts. However, every time when the night is quiet, I can't help but think of our child. That kind of longing surges into my heart like a tide, making me feel heartbroken."

The emperor sighed deeply, his eyes revealing the same sadness. "I feel the same way. Whenever I think of that little life, my heart aches. However, we cannot remain immersed in grief forever. The road ahead is still long, and we still have many responsibilities and missions to fulfill."

Ayiduo nodded gently to show her understanding. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and tried to cheer herself up. "Your Majesty is right. I will do my best to adjust my mood and not let sadness dominate everything."

The emperor smiled with satisfaction, took Ayiduo's hand, and walked out of the pavilion together. The moonlight fell on them, reflecting the two figures who were dependent on each other.

They walked silently, holding each other's hands tightly, as if conveying endless strength and support. As their footsteps gradually faded away, the figures under the moonlight gradually disappeared into the night.