I Have 100,000 Dead Warriors

Zhao Zhen said this deliberately just to see Huirou's reaction.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Huirou's face changed immediately.

She said coldly, "Father, if you want to take care of the Li family, you can just issue an order to grant the marriage. Why bother asking for your daughter's opinion?"

Zhao Zhen's eyes wandered over her. "You have always been gentle and well-behaved. Why are you so angry today? Is this the etiquette a princess should show to the emperor?"

Huirou looked straight at him and said, "This is the attitude my daughter should take when speaking. If you feel ashamed, please issue an order to depose me as a commoner."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen's face changed several times: "Among all my children, I love you the most. How could I bear to abolish you? What you did last night was really wrong..."

He shook his head: "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Come have breakfast with me."

Huirou sat down as she was told.

Zhao Zhen personally served a bowl of white porridge and placed it next to Huirou. He also scooped a spoonful of her favorite soybeans and covered the porridge with them. He smiled and said, "Come on, eat."

Huirou drank a few mouthfuls without tasting the food and put the porridge down.

Zhao Zhen looked at her and said, "Why? It doesn't suit your taste? If you like anything, I will ask the kitchen to make it."

Huirou's eyes were cold: "No need, it doesn't matter what you eat."

When Zhao Zhen heard this, he immediately lost his appetite. He summoned the palace servants to come in, took away all the dishes, and replaced them with two cups of milk tea.

Huirou picked up the milk tea, took two sips and put it down.

Zhao Zhen sighed leisurely: "You hate me, don't you?"

Huirou said calmly, "You are the emperor. It is said that if the emperor wants his subjects to die, they are disloyal. If the father wants his son to die, he is unfilial. To me, you are both the emperor and the father. How can you think I hate you?"

Zhao Zhen stared at her for a long time and said solemnly, "Stop pretending. I know you're back."

Huirou's eyes pretended to be evasive: "How come your son doesn't understand what your father said?"

Zhao Zhen's voice choked with sobs: "I'm sorry, it was my father's fault, it was my father who harmed you!"

Huirou sneered, "It's really like the sun is rising from the west. The emperor actually bowed his head and admitted his mistakes. It's really ridiculous."

"No one is perfect. The emperor is also a human being and will make mistakes. I was extremely wrong."

"The tragedy has already happened. Don't you think it's too late for you to say it's wrong now?"

Zhao Zhen hurriedly said, "It's not too late. Now that you're back, everything can start over. Don't worry, your father will definitely choose a good consort for you, and things like that will never happen again."

Huirou asked back: "How did you know I was back?"

Zhao Zhen said, "Last night, the Kunlun Mirror appeared in my dream. Through its miraculous ability to travel through time and space and predict the future, I saw the future of the Song Dynasty. I also saw you marrying into the Li family, being mistreated by your husband and vicious mother-in-law, becoming seriously ill and having no medical care, and dying in despair and hatred."

His eyes were red, and he kept blaming himself: "I thought that by marrying you into the Li family, you would definitely be happy, but I never thought that Li Wei was a hypocrite with a double face and a beastly heart, and that's why you suffered so much."

Huirou remained indifferent and continued to speak coldly, "Because of Empress Dowager Liu, you were unable to fulfill your filial piety to your biological mother. In order to repay her for giving birth to you, you gave me to the Li family like a commodity. Humph, what about the apple of your eye, what about me being the most beloved of your children? It's really better said than done."