The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

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"I will take good care of him."

"Then I'm relieved. I've done too many wrong things in my life. Now, I'm going to make amends..." She smiled and looked at Cui Moyao's tall and indifferent back with nostalgia. muttered to himself.

"No! No, Zhi'er still needs you."

She slowly shook her head at him, and a beautiful smile leaped onto her lips. The blood on her lips was as red as a flower, but her face was as pale as snow. There was a shocking contrast between the two.

"I have never regretted...to this world...to have..."

He Wensong's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, he stared at Cui Moyao's harsh face reluctantly, and said in his heart: Mo, you will never know how much I love you...

She will die with this secret, and he will never know.

She swallowed her last breath, and Cui Yingyan's heart was already numb from this fact.

Cui Moyao just looked at her quietly, with pity in his eyes.No matter what she has done, but at this moment, she is just a poor woman, she died for him, without her, he died, and Dafeng Dynasty would not be saved.

"Long live the emperor, long live!"

Cui Yingyan embraced that delicate body, narrowed her black eyes, and looked at the officials. In an instant, a bitter smile appeared on her thin lips.

Today's sun is still rising from the east. His emperor has kept it, but lost many irreparable things.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed in his heart. What exactly is it that he has been trying to get for all these years?

The bright sunshine was blocked out of the doors and windows, and a storm last night failed to invade the tranquility here.It's just that the glowing white candle fell on her face, which was so pale that it made people feel distressed.

After the empress dowager passed away, during the rest period, the entire palace was white, and the pure white color added a bit of chill in the spring.

Everyone in the palace had a kind of numbness on their faces, or more precisely, a kind of clarity.All of this seems to be a matter of time for them.Everyone is mortal, but sooner or later.

The mourning hall, alternated in black and white, is dotted with infinite sadness. The white candles lit high up emit a dim yellow light in the whiteness; ruthless.

The person kneeling in front of the mourning hall is full of sadness. To be precise, it is a kind of despair for life. No one can understand her mood at this time.

She was dressed in white, her heart was like a puddle of stagnant water, she just thought about the empress dowager who was lying in the coffin, who loved her so much during her lifetime, but now her heart was ashamed, and she didn't even have time to see her.

It's her, that's right, she is Fu Yaxuan, she didn't die, she didn't jump off the cliff, she has been living well all this time.

In fact, she had stepped on that cliff a long time ago, and then staged a life-and-death farewell.She seemed to be falling down, but she had already calculated the strength of balance, and she was able to get the score right.

She slid down, and the sharp knife in her right hand had been inserted into the cliff, and her left hand immediately grabbed a mountain vine, and her whole body was stuck on the cliff.

Naturally, one must have a quick eye, a careful heart, and a lot of courage, but one must be caught in a corner, to be fooled by others, especially people like Cui Moyao, is it okay not to take risks?

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