Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1201

Shi Anxia also felt that Emperor Mingde was quite pitiful, especially when she saw his lonely figure just now.

In fact, in the previous life, Emperor Mingde always went alone and rarely allowed concubines to accompany him. But no matter how pitiful she was, she still didn't want her mother to go to the palace to wait for others' favor.

How happy my mother is now! Every day she writes and draws with my mother, enjoys flowers and listens to music, and burns incense and drinks tea with three or five close friends. If she wants to visit her son and daughter-in-law, she can get there in just a few steps.

If you enter the palace and want to see her, it is not that difficult now, but it is not that convenient. After all, there are so many rules in the palace that you cannot control yourself.

The four words that Shi Anxia hated most in her previous life were "helpless". Knowing the hardships of life in the deep palace, she didn't want her mother to go down this path.

It was time for a nap, so Cen Yuan returned to his own meditation room to rest.

Shi Anxia tossed and turned on the hard bed, unable to fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard Eunuch Qi talking in a low voice to Bei Hui outside.

When Shi Anxia opened the door, she just happened to hear Bei Hui say, "Godfather, are you going back to the palace now? Didn't you say you would be back tomorrow?"

Shi Anxia asked in surprise, "Eunuch Qi, my father is going back to the palace now?"

Eunuch Qi smiled and nodded, "My master is very busy, how can he really rest outside? When we return, the memorials will be piled up like a mountain."

Shi Anxia couldn't explain why, and hurriedly said "I'm going to see my father" and ran towards Emperor Mingde.

The door of the Zen room was open. Emperor Mingde was neatly dressed, holding a brush in his hand, and an open folding fan was placed on the table.

The ink on the folding fan has not yet dried, as if Emperor Mingde had painted another one.

Seeing An Xia coming, Emperor Mingde subconsciously moved his folding fan inward. However, the ink was not dry yet, and it was inconvenient to fold the fan, so the scene was quite embarrassing.

Despite this, Shi Anxia could clearly see the two people whose folding fans were hidden in the mist.

A man stood at this end, and a woman stood at that end, looking at each other.

What a little thought!

Shi Anxia frowned and bowed before asking, "Father, I heard you are going back to the palace?"

Emperor Mingde placed the brush on the pen holder, raised his head, and said in a deeper voice, "I know you love your mother dearly. Please believe me. I... will not hurt your mother."

He paused, his voice a little sad, "I don't want her to die in depression either."

Shi Anxia's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, "Father, you..."

Emperor Mingde did not want to talk more. "Don't worry, I will not take the initiative to provoke your mother. But..."

He wanted to say, what if there is fate?

Then he laughed at himself. The so-called fate is nothing but something that comes to you after going through so many twists and turns.

Shi Anxia didn't know what to say. She just watched Emperor Mingde wash his hands with water, and when the ink on the folding fan dried, he put it away.

She sent Emperor Mingde and others to the gate of Baoguo Temple, feeling mixed emotions as she watched the tall figure gradually walk down the stairs.

The bell of Baoguo Temple rang slowly, and every sound seemed to make a hole in her heart.

Shi Anxia suddenly blurted out, "Father!"