The Prince Consort's Beloved

He felt his vitality rapidly fading away, and a sense of attachment and reluctance gradually arose in his heart.

His Yuan Tao will be truly alone from now on, and he will soon disappear from this world. There will no longer be any He Wenzheng in the world, and he will never hear her calling him "Azheng" with a smile again.

As the memories faded away, the image of his beloved whom he had just seen emerged in his mind. She was standing on the city wall, tears streaming down her face and a look of grief.

His brows were furrowed, and his heart, which was about to stop beating, suddenly felt a pain.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted that the men he found for her later were all effeminate. She liked masculine men. If all those men were full of masculinity, like him...

A beautiful woman like her should be treated sincerely by those lovers, right? Then she shouldn't be too lonely and miserable after I die, right?

He knew that two of his lovers were interested in her, but she was just not interested. What should he do if she was always sad after he died...

Oh, yes, and An'er. It was the right decision to give birth to An'er. An'er will always make her happier...

He immediately overturned his idea.

Would she think of herself when she saw An'er? Would she be sad when she thought of herself? What should she do if she was sad...

He opened his lips slightly as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, blood gushed out of his mouth. He breathed heavily, and every breath seemed to help him shout out his inner voice:

Yuan Tao, I'm sorry, I have to break my promise to you of eternal love. You can blame me and scold me, but please don't miss me too much. The rest of my life is long, and I have tasted too much of the extreme bitterness of living day by day like a year. That taste is really not good. I hope you don't step into the abyss of lovesickness and suffer torture like me. I will be heartbroken...

He closed his eyelids with infinite attachment and worry...

The picture froze, time seemed to stand still, and everything in the world came to a sudden stop.

He Wenzhen stopped moving, and the eldest princess also stopped moving.

The eldest princess stared at the person who was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground below. She no longer protested, and the struggle she had just shown was gone on her face.

Only tears flowed freely on her muddy face, like two vibrant and endless rivers, forming a sharp contrast with the dead look on her face.

After a moment, the eldest princess' pupils suddenly dilated and she shouted, "A Zheng!"

She fell to the ground as if she had lost all her life, her eyes dull.

he died……

General He, who was once so majestic, praised by everyone, brave and invincible, is dead...

He did not die on the battlefield, he died in his own capital, at the hands of the king and the people he had always protected...

The A Zheng she missed day and night, the one who could hold her up by the waist with one hand, the one who loved to look at her with a silly smile, her A Zheng... was dead...

Died so easily...

Tears continued to flow, and she cried more and more mournfully, as if she was crying blood.

Li Youan held back his tears. Before he could even call out "Father" or "Daddy", he was gone.

He even thought that it must be because he, Li Youan, was too unfilial and evil-minded, and cursed his own father to die on the battlefield, so God punished him and took away his father, making him the child that others said had a mother but no father to love him...

Li Yuanqi took the sword off Li Youan's neck.

Li Youan glared at Li Yuanqi angrily, and a big tear fell from his hateful eyes.

He turned around and knelt beside the eldest princess, holding his mother's trembling arms with both hands, crying silently.

Li Yuanqi looked at his grief-stricken elder sister, and an unspeakable pain spread across his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

The eldest princess burst into tears, filled with endless hatred and unwillingness; her wails rose to the sky, as if to move heaven and earth.

She cried for a long time, with no one disturbing her. It seemed that even the warm early summer breeze had pity on her and stood still. It was as if all things had stopped growing. The only sound in the world was her sad crying.

But the tears in her eyes fell quietly without any wind or help.

Her crying gradually weakened, and she looked at Li Yuanqi in despair. As she cried, she began to laugh, and her laugh was extremely sad.

She held back her tears, and held her head high as usual, trying to hide her outward emotions and disguise herself as the eldest princess with all her dignity.

She was wearing a bright red peony palace dress today, which was bright and elegant, with pearls all over her head, making her look extraordinary and noble.

But now, the sparkling pearls on her hair were not as dazzling as the crystal teardrop that quietly slipped down her face.

She said solemnly: "A Zheng has taken off his armor and entered the palace today as ordered. He came as promised and is now my legitimate husband... Now that he is dead, I will express my gratitude on his behalf."

As she spoke, her back slowly bent down and her forehead touched the ground: "He is already a member of my Princess's Mansion, so his body should naturally be returned to me."

She raised her head again and looked at her own brother, whom she had planned at all costs but was bitten back in the end, with a face full of sorrow.

Her dark, tearful eyes were fixed on him, and her wounded heart was barren.

Li Yuanqi frowned and tried hard to hide the tears in his eyes.

After he ascended the throne, he understood what it meant to be forced to do things against one's will. The more he wanted to get angry, the more he forced himself to endure it; the more he wanted to make a big move, the more he reminded himself to stay steady, wait and see, and wait for an opportunity to act.

He was obviously timid by nature and was most afraid of seeing blood, but after ascending to the supreme position, he became more and more brutal and killed people decisively. He killed countless people and his hands were already stained with blood.

He also woke up in the middle of the night, helpless and confused, lonely and hesitant, and he would remember his father saying: "I hope my son Yuanqi will live a long life without worries."

He would also remember his elder sister's earnest teachings to him, that his elder sister would protect him and love him, that his elder sister had also said that she hoped he would live a carefree and unrestrained life, and that if anyone bullied him, his elder sister would fight that person to the death...

Most of the time he thought about his sister. He would think of his sister blocking the fight for him, and when someone upset him, his sister would heroically avenge him. Sometimes when his sister was afraid of the dark at night, he would lean on her and comfort each other and encourage each other...

When Li Yuming fell into the water, his elder sister went to save him. He followed his elder sister into the water. When his elder sister found that he was choking on water, she turned around and struggled to save him. Even though his elder sister couldn't swim at all, he was still the first person in his elder sister's heart...

But now, my elder sister has changed. He is no longer the first in my elder sister's heart. Xiao Luobai is now the first. If Xiao Luobai is sincere to my elder sister, it would be fine. But he is in cahoots with my elder sister...

And their once most beloved eldest sister ruined their elder sister's lifelong happiness and even wanted to harm him...

Everything has changed...

The father is dead, the elder sister is caught up in love and has lost track of right and wrong, and the eldest sister is also involved in this treacherous power...

He has changed too...

He couldn't give up the throne, and couldn't give up the "Eternal Life Palace" that his father had remodeled for him. That was his Palace of Eternal Life, and he also had people he wanted to love and protect, such as his childhood sweetheart, and his innocent elder sister...

If he gave up the throne, he would really have nothing...

He wondered, if no one knew the secret, would he still have a pair of sisters who loved and protected him? He could do whatever he wanted, cry when he wanted to cry, laugh when he wanted to laugh. He could be helpless and fragile, and he would have two sisters to clear the way for him and protect him.

He can fulfill his father's words of "live a long life without worries", and he can also become the carefree and free-spirited young man in his elder sister's mouth...

There is no if, it's all fantasy...

Everything has changed...

When he faced his elder sister, the more uncomfortable he felt, the more harsh words he said; the more grief he felt, the more he forced a smile. He knew the softest part of his elder sister's heart, and he knew which words would hurt her the most. He would seize that soft part and pierce it with a needle and cut it with a knife...

He got what he wanted. His elder sister was now in agony and in pieces in front of him...

But his heart ached...

He suddenly felt empty inside.

Li Yuanqi used the corner of his eye to secretly glance at his grieving elder sister.

He immediately turned his head away, unable to bear to look at her anymore.

Then he made a gesture to indicate that he agreed to let her take the body away, and hurriedly left with everyone.

The eldest princess knelt down again in front of Li Yuanqi's departing back, performing a great ceremony that she had not performed in many years.

She smiled sadly, and her choked voice was filled with great sorrow.

She said loudly: "Thank you, Your Majesty..."