The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Concubine Jing was born in the frontier, where the wind and sand make people heroic. She grew up running, has a cheerful personality and a hot temper. She is deeply loved by Prince Jingyuan and is cared for like a jewel in his palm.

Her mother, Mrs. Hu, was a Jinlin national. This secret was known to few people. Even after she entered the palace, almost no one mentioned Mrs. Hu's identity.

Her childhood was free, without the constraints of palace rules and the calculations of power.

In that vast land, she could gallop on horseback, practice hunting with a bow and arrow, listen to the soldiers talking about the war in her father's tent, and even lie on her mother's lap on a hot afternoon and listen to her humming the ancient songs of the Golden Scale Kingdom.

It was during that period that the young Concubine Jing and the young Chu Tianji fell in love with each other, and the two spent an extremely happy time together.

At that time, she had never thought that her life would be dragged into the deep palace, and she had never thought that her best time would come to an abrupt end.

She thought things would go on like this until that summer night when everything changed.

The weather was hot and humid that day, the air seemed to be frozen, dark clouds hung low, and the sky and earth seemed to be pressing down.

That night, her mother, Mrs. Hu, disappeared.

Prince Jingyuan was shocked and mobilized all his manpower to search for her overnight, but after a whole day and night, there was still no news of Hu.

She had never seen her father so anxious. His eyes, which were always steady and calm, were now bloodshot, as if he had aged a lot overnight.

Chu Tianji accompanied her in searching everywhere, and even wore out several pairs of shoes.

He was not good at speaking, but he always stood by her side when she was most helpless, wiping away her tears and stopping her unnecessary speculations.

He told her that no matter where Hu went, they would find her.

However, Hu seemed to have disappeared from the world.

About a week later, things took a turn for the better.

Prince Jingyuan brought back a white jar and told everyone solemnly that there was no need to look any further - Hu was dead.

Prince Jingyuan did not explain how Mrs. Hu died, nor did he even tell her whether the urn of ashes really belonged to Mrs. Hu.

She asked, questioned, and even yelled hysterically, but her father just remained silent and refused to say anything.

From that day on, King Jingyuan became more silent and busier.

When the wind rises again, the old friend is gone.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three years, Concubine Jing no longer obsessed with questioning the cause of her mother's death, nor did she cry and make a fuss about finding the truth behind the white jar.

During these three years, Chu Tianji left her quietly like his mother Hu, and there was no news of him either.

She finally understood that once some people leave, they are like wind falling into the dust and will never come back again.

You can't change your destiny, but you can choose how to face it.

So, she learned to be silent, to forbear, and to swallow all the sorrow into her throat every late night when she woke up from a dream, and wait quietly for the dawn.

That year seemed to be a turbulent time.

The prince died suddenly, shocking the court.

When the emperor died, the country fell into chaos.

The Golden Scale Kingdom took advantage of the situation to rise up and watched covetously.

The entire Tianyan Kingdom fell into a depression and chaos. The situation in the court was turbulent. Powerful ministers, relatives of the emperor, nobles, and aristocratic families... everyone was fighting for the crumbling imperial power, and wars were frequent on the border as a result.

The whole world is in a grey area.

It was also the summer of that year. The night outside was dark, dark clouds also obscured the sky, and the air was filled with the damp smell of an approaching rainstorm.

King Jingyuan knocked on her door.

His expression was the same as that night three years ago - solemn and forbearing, as if a thousand-pound secret was weighing on his shoulders and he was unable to confide it.

After a long time, he spoke.

"Tomorrow, you will set off to enter the palace."

King Jingyuan's voice was low, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

Concubine Jing was stunned for a moment, and looked at her father with a somewhat inquiring look.

"Father, why did you enter the palace?"

"Go see the late queen."

Concubine Jing was puzzled. The emperor had just passed away, so it was not her turn to comfort the late queen.

"Why go see the late queen?"

"Go tell a story."

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Suddenly, an inexplicable strong wind slammed against the window. The wind outside the window became even stronger, as if an invisible hand was pushing it. The whole hall was filled with a damp and stuffy atmosphere.

The candle was extinguished by the wind, and the room was plunged into thick darkness. Only the faint moonlight coming through the window cracks allowed people to vaguely see shadowy outlines.

The blue smoke from the candles struggled in the haze.

Just now, Shen Runing was about to hear what she wanted.

The story of Concubine Jing was about to reach a critical point, but the annoying night wind interrupted it all.

She raised her eyes to look at Concubine Jing, but she didn't seem surprised. She just looked at her calmly, as if everything was under her control.

"Ning'er." Concubine Jing sighed softly, with a hint of ambiguous emotion in her voice, "What you want to know is how Mian'er's mother died."

Shen Runing narrowed his eyes and did not comment.

"You want to know if her death has anything to do with me."

The air seemed to become a little colder at this moment.

Shen Runing did not answer immediately. Instead, he stood up, walked to the window, and reopened the window that had just been closed. The night wind immediately rushed into the hall, bringing a hint of coolness and making the atmosphere in the room no longer so depressing.

She turned around and looked at Imperial Concubine Jing, her eyes deep and she said with a half-smile, "Imperial Concubine Jing really likes to keep us in suspense."

Without waiting for Concubine Jing to respond, Shen Runing slowly walked up to her, bent down, and looked straight into her eyes.

The distance between the two was only a few inches, and Shen Runing could even clearly see his own reflection in Concubine Jing's pupils.

"so?"

Shen Runing's voice was very low, like a whisper, but also like some kind of oppressive questioning.

"Does the death of Mian'er's mother have anything to do with you?"