The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

The third year of Jingtai, the twelfth month.

The heavy snow that occurs once every ten years covered the entire capital with thick white frost, and froze thousands of miles of ice.

Wang Yushi Mansion.

It was just dawn, and Wang Shaofu, who had hardly slept the entire night, clenched his arms and hugged the person beside him tighter.

The soft and plump girl in his memory gradually turned into the skinny and weak woman she is today in his arms.

Since the death of their only daughter, she became increasingly thinner and even considered dying.

He was panic-stricken and at a loss.

All possible, shameless methods were used, and finally she was able to stop withering away.

In the dim light, Wang Shaofu stared at the person in his arms for a long time, and finally gently placed his lips on her forehead.

"peaceful…"

The person in my arms didn't say anything.

"I know you're awake, look at me." Wang Shaofu's lips rubbed her forehead, then moved down to her lips, and murmured, "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to leave without worry."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xie Anning's eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes.

Wang Shaofu looked at her and slowly forced a smile. "I have asked the imperial physician Chen from the palace to come to the mansion in two days to check your pulse."

Xie Anning hummed softly, "I understand."

Wang Shaofu added, "One letter home every day. If you don't want to write, you can ask Peirong to do it for you and give it to Wang Er or Wang Yue."

Xie Anning continued to nod.

Wang Shaofu looked at her calm face, reached out and hugged her tightly, "Promise me that you will take care of yourself and wait for me to return to Beijing."

Xie Anning finally raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.

He looked much more haggard.

The death of their daughter was a heavy blow to both husband and wife.

She was in so much pain that she almost died with her daughter.

He was also in pain, but not as much as she was.

Her daughter was everything to her, but he had so much more.

Power, wealth, family, parents.

Even if he wanted, he could have countless sons and daughters.

Perhaps it was the death of his eldest daughter that made him feel guilty.

He dismissed his concubines.

He began to stay by her side day and night, watching her take medicine and eat.

He also said that he would resign from his official position, take her away from the Wang family, and never return to the capital.

Yes, she had promised him that she would live a good life with him after he resigned from his official position.

But he cried and cried, with his red eyes, and walked in front of her every day without moving. He even tried to refuse to go back to Liangzhou to worship his ancestors, which made her really upset, so she agreed to him casually.

After he returns to Beijing after paying homage to his ancestors, I will live a good life with him.

In fact, there is no good life between them.

She was just tired of him, didn't want to see him, and wanted him to go away so that she could have some peace and quiet.

Xie An Ning closed his eyes and said, "Go quickly, the elders must be waiting anxiously."

Wang Shaofu stared at her face with a sharp gaze.

It is calm and peaceful, like a thousand-year-old deep pool.

He didn't know when it started, but he could no longer see what she was thinking.

He was afraid that her promise was just a temporary solution and that she had no intention of living a good life with him again.

"I will resign when I return to Beijing. I will accompany you wherever you want to go and give you everything you want."

Wang Shaofu hugged her, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and said in a deep voice, "An Ning, don't break your promise."

It is now the twelfth lunar month and the end of the year is approaching, so of course I have to wait until the beginning of the new year to resign from my official position.

It was the Wang family's triennial ancestor worship ceremony. Wang Shaofu, who had already planned to resign from his official position and leave Beijing with his wife, and never return for the rest of his life, felt guilty towards his parents and relatives. How could he bear to let his old father, who was in such a bad condition, brave the severe cold and endure the tiring journey?

But he was even more worried about his frail wife.

Xie Anning was already feeling a bit impatient and patted his head, "I understand, go ahead."

Wang Shaofu finally released his arms, stood up and put on his clothes.

Before leaving, he leaned over and kissed her, "An Ning, wait for me to come back."

Xie Anning lowered his eyes, "Okay."

At the gate of the Censorate, the large army was ready to go.

Wang Shaofu looked back at the house that was over a hundred years old and got on the carriage.