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Chapter 773

After reading the letter, Jiang Yuebai covered her face with her hands and tears flowed like a fountain.

But she tried her best to control herself and ordered her attendants in a solemn voice, "All of you go out and leave me alone."

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences and take care of yourself. I will take my leave." Liang Xiaobao looked deeply at the Queen with tears in his eyes.

He witnessed with his own eyes the emperor's restrained affection for the empress.

The love that he never expressed to the Empress, the nights when he tossed and turned alone in the Qinzheng Palace and couldn't fall asleep, the times when he was in so much pain but pretended to be calm in front of the Empress, the times when he wandered under the moon with a frown and a melancholy face after visiting other concubines, the names he muttered in tears after getting drunk.
He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing and bowed and left.

The Emperor had forced him to swear an oath not to reveal a word of this to the Empress.

After everyone left, Jiang Yuebai took a thick stack of letters, fell over the desk and cried for a long time.

The crying moved and heartbroken everyone outside the house, and they wiped their tears with their sleeves.

九如
Jiang Yuebai's lips curled into a bitter smile amidst tears.

In fact, she had already guessed Li Beichen's past life background based on various fragmentary information before borrowing his life.

He was not a domineering CEO before he came here. He had too many flaws. He was probably just an ordinary person. He was probably not a top student because he knew that when he graduated from Renmin University, the surprise and envy in his eyes were too real.
He probably knew in advance that I had a system, and probably read more than three chapters, but knew a lot of the plot. His favor to me might have been all for taking advantage of me.
He probably lived by the sea before he traveled here. He is from the north, either Shandong or Liaoning. Before he traveled here, he was not at the seaside in Greece, but at the seaside in his city. He was not talking about business, but playing with his phone at the seaside.
It is very likely that he has traveled through time many years ago, not just the two years he said, because he talked about the past in great detail, and his feelings towards the Queen Mother, his brother, and Concubine Yi were completely different from the state of just knowing each other. He knew a lot about the appearance, personality, and behavior of the Baili priestess, but she had been dead for many years.
He is probably like me, lacking love since childhood, and probably has never been in love, because he is so silly, pure, and passionate, and likes to write love letters. People who graduate from college are not like this, they are very realistic and direct. Judging from his love of writing love letters to express his feelings, he is probably a junior high school or high school student.
But she had been pretending not to know about this, struggling to find a delicate balance. Especially after the confession, this balance became even more fragile. Mutual suspicion almost became inevitable.

A person who tries to hide himself and wears a thick mask will not only feel humiliated and ashamed once his identity is exposed, but also feel dangerous and uneasy, and his resulting behavior is likely to be unpredictable.

He might get so angry that he might kill the person who threatens his status.

Her decision to lend Li Beichen her life was not as noble as he imagined. It was just a rational decision made by weighing the pros and cons and using multiple game thinking. It was an ability that a professional who had been working in the business world for many years should have.

Use fifteen years to gain his absolute trust, gain five years of stability and peace in the Ming Dynasty, and gain an open future for yourself, rather than immediate suspicion or even death.

Besides, I was holding on to a glimmer of hope at the time. Perhaps this was just a trick by the Imperial Observatory to gain the emperor's trust. How could there be such a thing as borrowing life in this world? This is as absurd as making people believe that there are ghosts in this world.

Even after borrowing her life, their relationship entered an unprecedented stage of trust and sweetness. However, she had always been trembling with fear and treading on thin ice over the past five years, including today.

The heart of an emperor changes rapidly. The cruelty of the palace struggles prevents her from completely controlling her own life until the last moment. She dares not slack off or indulge herself, and gamble on that illusory affection.

Although but, although but.
She knew clearly that he was probably just pretending to love her in order to keep her steady and use her.

She obviously dislikes him as a scumbag.

I clearly know that falling in love with him is a mistake, it will put me in a passive position, will make me be completely used by him, and will hurt me.
Mingming has always been very rational and has been trying his best to control himself and prevent risks.

But I was still moved.

I was sober and restrained, but I still couldn't help falling in love, feeling both pain and happiness.

When you realize it, the love is so deep that it is hard to control.

Those carelessness time and time again, aren't they just my own sinking into it?
She pretended to be panic-stricken when she got pregnant for the second time, but in her heart she was secretly looking forward to it just like Li Beichen.

What made her truly understand his feelings was the Mid-Autumn Festival in the fourth year of Jingchang, when Li Beichen came to talk to Rui Zhaoyi and met her by chance on the palace road.
"Love you, Jiuru. I love you."

Jiang Yuebai murmured, tears welling up from her eyes again and falling into her mouth, tasting bitter and salty.

"If we have the chance to meet again, I will tell you in person."

Jiang Yuebai wiped away her tears, put Li Beichen's letter into the original purple envelope, and placed it at the bottom of the wooden box. She also sorted out all the letters Li Beichen had written to her before and put them in the box.

She stroked the wooden box, tears streaming down her face again, her longing surging like a tide.

Compared to those who leave, those who stay feel more pain and miss more deeply.

Because every blade of grass, every table, every desk, everywhere is where he lived, and everywhere has his traces. Even she herself is like this, both her body and soul are deeply marked by his mark.

She was his queen, his wife, and the mother of his children.

"Mother! Mother!" A conspicuous and high-pitched voice came from outside the house, which was out of tune with the solemn atmosphere around.

"Mother, where are you~" It was the Fourth Prince who spoke with a sense of rhythm.

"Mother!" The voice that called out so calmly came from the prince.

"Mother! Mother!" So cheerful, that is the three-year-old Fifth Princess, an extremely lively and smiling little sweetheart.

The children's shouts brought Jiang Yuebai back to reality.

"Is mother resting?" the fourth prince asked with concern.

The third prince said proudly, "Now that my father is gone, my mother must be crying secretly."

The prince immediately said, "Let's go in and comfort our mother."

"Brother Crown Prince, how can we comfort Mother?" the Fifth Princess asked in a baby voice.

The prince fell into deep thought and did not answer immediately. He needed to think about it carefully.

"Of course, it's to make mother happy." The third prince said cheerfully.

"Go if you want. I'm sad." The fourth prince muttered softly.

The Crown Prince frowned slightly and glanced at the Third Prince unhappily, "Why do you still look so happy? Your father passed away, aren't you sad?" The Third Prince was like a deflated ball, "Sad. But what's the use of being sad?"

The prince was so angry that he couldn't think of a response. "This is filial piety. As children, we should be very sad that our father has passed away. Then, we should encourage ourselves with our father's teachings and become people like him."

This is not the first time I have been choked by my brother's twisted ideas.

The Third Prince said unhappily, "You are the Crown Prince, you are right. So why should you be so submissive?"

He felt sad, but he couldn't cry. Except for the first time when he cried hard, he didn't want to cry anymore.

The prince was speechless. "It was someone else who told you to accept your condolences and not be too sad so as not to hurt your body. How could you say that yourself?"

"Can't I persuade myself?" The third prince stiffened his neck to express his dissatisfaction.

The prince stared, almost rolling his eyes.

The fourth prince tilted his head and looked at his two brothers. He felt that both brothers were right. Should he be sad?

Regardless of whether he should or not, he felt very sad and wanted to cry. He sat down on a chair by himself, wiped his tears and cried loudly.

"Fourth brother, here's a handkerchief for you." The second princess handed him a handkerchief.

Li Beihong's son, Li Cheng'an, remained silent, sitting quietly by the side, observing everyone. But the moment he lowered his head, tears flowed down his face.

He had experienced this scene once before. The nurse told him that his parents were killed by bad guys. Then he was taken to his parents, who were covered in blood, and asked to kowtow. He was dragged by someone, but he struggled to crawl over and kissed his mother's face. Then he was taken back here in a carriage.

Everything was good here, unlike the winter outside the Great Wall, where the cold wind cut his face like a knife, and his brothers and sisters were very kind to him. But this was not his home, and he felt like an outsider.

The fifth princess sat aside, holding her chin and looking at her brothers and sisters in white mourning clothes, her eyes red, "Will father come back?"

Everyone turned to look at her instantly.

It was just such a plain sentence, but it instantly caused everyone to burst into tears.

Even the heartless Third Prince started to cry, shouting heartbreakingly, "Father~geese, geese, geese~~"

Crying like a goose.

The fifth princess, who was always quiet and liked to pass handkerchiefs to others, suddenly hugged her sister and cried, "I miss my father. Wuuwuwu~~~"

Li Chengan finally couldn't hold it back anymore, tears streaming down his face, he cried out loudly. He would never forget the scene of his parents dying in blood.

At this time, the prince held back his tears and acted like an older brother, patting one person's head and hugging another.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

"Be good, sister, don't cry."

"Be good, little brother. Wipe your nose."

When Jiang Yuebai came out, he saw a scene of children holding their heads and crying.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she held them back. She calmed herself down and called out softly, "Children, come here."

Except for the crown prince who stood there in a daze, the other four rushed over. The fifth princess opened her arms and directly asked her mother to hold her.

Jiang Yuebai hugged them one by one, kissing away the tears on their faces. She not only kissed the young master Cheng'an, but also held him in her arms, touched his head, and squeezed his hands. When it was finally the fifth princess' turn, she simply hugged her mother's neck and refused to let go.

Jiang Yuebai gently pried her hands apart and put her down from his arms, "Xiao Wu, come down first, let mother hold the prince brother."

"No, no." Xiaowu hugged his mother's neck tightly, stared at her legs, and shook his head desperately.

Jiang Yuebai did not put her down abruptly. Just as she was about to walk over and touch the prince's head, the Fifth Princess suddenly whispered, "Mother, put me down."

After Jiang Yuebai put the fifth princess down, he walked up to the crown prince, who was standing straight with a patient and resolute expression, like a young poplar, squatted down and opened his arms.

The prince was stunned for a moment, and his tense little face revealed sadness. He could no longer control his expression, and threw himself into Jiang Yuebai's arms, hugged his mother's neck, and cried, "Mother! I am so sad!"

He buried his head in his mother's shoulder and began to cry.

In Li Beichen's last days, it was the prince who accompanied him the most, taught him the most, had the strictest requirements on him, and scolded him the most.
Since the first birthday, everyone has naturally assumed that the second prince is the crown prince. Li Beichen and Jiang Yuebai are the same. They subconsciously train him, are stricter with him, and have higher expectations.

Therefore, the crown prince matures much more precociously than other princes.

To the prince, his father is different from other people. He is not only a father, but also his enlightenment teacher and the idol he worships.

Now, the mountain in his heart has collapsed, and the father who loved him the most is gone.

The sky is falling.

Two days later, on August 18th of the eighth year of Jingchang, he will ascend the throne in front of his father's spirit, become the new emperor, and sit on the throne that his father once sat on.

He was determined to be a good emperor who was diligent in his work, loved his people, and knew how to use people, just as his father had said.

The new era name "Taixing" will be used from next year.

The emperor said that he hoped he could revitalize China and achieve peace and prosperity for the country.