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

Luo Yuwen changed out of her bright red dress and wore an elegant purple long skirt. The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a wisp of smoke.

The purple dress was gentle and unobtrusive, complementing the queen's plain clothes, as if the mother and daughter were one and very harmonious.

Luo Yuwen's face was cold, revealing an inviolable temperament.

He walked lightly to the front of the queen and bowed slowly.

"See Queen Mother."

"Mother, what's the matter with you coming to see me so late?"

There was a long-lost tenderness in the queen's eyes.

Looking at Luo Yuwen's plain clothes, she seemed a little distressed, "Look at you, why do you always wear such plain clothes? Which girl is as low-key as you?"

Luo Yuwen smiled slightly, raised her eyes and looked at the queen, that smile was like a breeze blowing on her face, "Mother, my daughter doesn't like gaudy things."

The voice was calm, but with a hint of unquestionable determination.

The queen sighed and looked at Luo Yuwen with complicated eyes. She then signaled to dismiss the servants around her and took up Luo Yuwen's hands.

"daughter……"

"Daughter...you can't keep silent like this. A life of loneliness is too hard for you."

Luo Yu asked with a slight stern look in her eyes, "Mother, if you have anything to say, just speak up."

The queen's expression changed slightly, her eyes dimmed, but with deep expectations: "Yuwen, what do you think of Du Wenze, the grandson of Du Taizai?"

Although Luo Yuwen's expression didn't change much, one could feel a distinct chill in it.

"Mother, I said this from the moment I learned about Zhang Wuqi's death."

"I, Luo Yuwen, will never marry again in this life."

"So mother, just give up this idea."

Although her voice was calm, the determination in it was clearly visible, like an insurmountable wall that blocked all hope and possibilities.

The queen tightly grasped Luo Yuwen's hand, the anxiety in her eyes becoming more and more obvious: "Yuwen! Don't be stubborn, how can a girl stay single for her whole life!"

The Queen spoke in an urgent tone, as if she were trying to persuade a lost child, but there was also a hint of reproach in her words.

"It's been so many years, are you still mad at me?"

Luo Yuwen lowered his head slightly, his expression cold, but with a hint of hidden pain.

She did not say anything, but silently broke free from the Queen's hand, her fingertips trembling slightly. That past was deeply engraved in her heart, becoming a shadow that she could not cross.

The queen suddenly pulled Luo Yuwen's hand again.

"Yu Wen, Zhang Wuqi is just your obsession. Are you going to give up the happiness of your entire life just for a momentary obsession?"

"Not worth it, not worth it!"

"Believe me, mother. If you marry into Dazaifu, you will be happy!"

Luo Yu's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes were indifferent, and he slowly said: "Mother, are you really doing this for my own good?"

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried a hint of ambiguous coldness.

The queen frowned and said in a deep voice: "Of course, mother, everything is for your own good."

Luo Yu asked with a slightly raised mouth, with a hint of sarcasm: "Really? But I heard that recently, mother... you haven't been doing well."

She looked directly at the Queen, her tone calm but unignorable.

"Let me marry the grandson of Du Taizai, actually..."

She paused, a sharp light flashed across her eyes, and she spoke clearly: "It's for your mother, okay?"

The queen's expression changed slightly, and a barely perceptible panic flashed in her eyes.

Luo Yuwen saw it and sneered in his heart.

She was not guessing, but was certain.

Mother...she is still the same mother.

The queen was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped Luo Yuwen hard in the face!

"Snapped!"

The candles flickered and light and shadows swayed in the hall.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the air was so heavy that it made people feel breathless.

Luo Yuwen didn't dodge and was slapped hard.

A burning pain spread from her cheek, but she just turned her head slightly, with an indifferent expression, as if she was watching an insignificant farce.

The cycle of cause and effect in this world is indeed accurate to the minute.

She had just slapped Xiao Liangzi, and now it was her turn to be beaten.

The queen gasped for breath, her eyes filled with anger and pain.

"Luo Yuwen! How long are you going to be so stubborn?!"

"What does Zhang Wuqi's death have to do with us?!"

"Did I kill him? Did your father kill him?!"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement. She stared at Luo Yu with burning eyes and asked in a cold tone.

"He had no ability and died on the battlefield. Who can he blame?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Yuwen, who was about to walk to the door, suddenly stopped.

The candles in the hall burned dimly, and the light and shadows intertwined, reflecting on her purple skirt.

He turned around slowly, his dark pupils glowed gloomily under the candlelight, like a bottomless cold spring.

The queen met her eyes and her heart skipped a beat.

There was no anger, no sadness, or even hatred in those eyes.

There is only a deep indifference.

It's like looking at a stranger.

Luo Yuwen walked back to the queen slowly and whispered, "Mother...you said he is incompetent?"

The tone was extremely light, like a whisper, or like someone was chewing on some cold words.

Then, she suddenly laughed.

A bleak and resolute smile.

"Yeah, he's incompetent."

"He has no ability, so he fell down on the battlefield in the heavy snow."

"He had no ability, so he fell down after the spear pierced his heart and never came back."

"He has no ability, so he became a stepping stone and died in such a way that even his body could not be found."

"But mother, have you ever thought about——"

Luo Yuwen lowered his voice slightly, with a frightening coldness in his eyes, "Zhang Wuqi is just a civil servant who copies books at the Imperial Academy..."

The queen's face turned pale instantly and her body swayed slightly.

"When you found out that I was attracted to a small clerk who would not help your Tongjia family, you told my father after trying to dissuade me several times without success."

"And what you said to your father was 'Zhang Wuqi, the clerk of the Imperial Academy, overestimates his own abilities and covets Princess Rongchang.'"

"Father, the emperor sent a small copyist to the battlefield in a suicidal way."

"If Zhang Wuqi goes to the battlefield, he will surely die."

The Queen felt as if she had been stripped naked in broad daylight.

All the schemes and lies seemed to be revealed and exposed, and the feeling of being out of control and powerless was suffocating.

The coldness in Luo Yuwen's eyes seemed to grow deeper.

Her voice was still calm, but the irony and determination in it became more and more obvious: "Mother, so, you really are just doing this for my own good?"