Revenge of Rebirth: Beauty scheming

Chapter 1217

"Xiang'er..."

Xuanyuan Chen wiped her tears in a panic, and said softly: "When the army enters the Dali Imperial City, even Dali will disappear from now on. Du Ruo's revenge will be avenged soon."

"I know." Zhao Yuanxiang nodded, "But after all, we have known each other for so long, so what can we do if we report it, people can't be resurrected after death..."

Xuanyuan Chen sighed lightly, patted her on the back lightly, and said slowly: "There is one more thing, I haven't finished yet."

He spoke in the order in which things happened. After Du Ruo finished talking, it should be Mu Wang Xuanyuanmo.

After the army invaded Yancheng, they easily found Xuanyuan Mo's body.

The movement of the corpse remained in the position where he himself was holding the dagger and inserting it into his stomach.

Xuanyuan Chen couldn't help crying when he saw the corpse.

Earlier, he had hoped a little, but the corpse was in front of him, so he couldn't help but have any luck.

Regardless of why Xuanyuan Mo trained Yue Lu and his group of people before, for Xuanyuan Chen, without Xuanyuan Mo, he really could only become Yu Wenrong's puppet, imprisoned in that yard until the right time, and then Ascension becomes a puppet, and at the right time, ends his useless life.

Because of Xuanyuan Mo's appearance, Xuanyuan Chen's life can be changed.

He has really secured the throne, got rid of his biggest enemy, and has a beloved wife, and even soon, he will be a father.

All this is thanks to his uncle.

But now, the waves have just ended, and the future will be a smooth and good day, but the emperor died at this time.

How could Xuanyuan Chen not be sad?

He finished the news of Xuanyuan Mo's death in a calm tone as much as possible, Zhao Yuanxiang listened and even forgot to wipe away his tears.

She was silent for a while, hugged Xuanyuan Chen, and said softly: "If the emperor really committed suicide, he must have thought everything through before making the decision. Don't be too sad."

This kind of comforting words are of no use at all, like scratching the surface of an itch.

No one really gets over the grief of losing a loved one with just a few words.

Xuanyuan Chen smiled slightly, stroked the top of Zhao Yuanxiang's head, and said softly: "I'm fine, and you should be fine, you know?"

"Hiss..." Zhao Yuanxiang took a breath.

Xuanyuan Chen asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

"The child kicked me." Zhao Yuanxiang frowned, and said, "This child is too restless, he is like this before he was born, how can he discipline him in the future?"

"So naughty, it must be a boy." Xuanyuan Chen let out a muffled laugh, and lightly touched Zhao Yuanxiang's belly.

Zhao Yuanxiang glanced at him and asked, "You don't like girls? What if it's a daughter?"

Xuanyuan Chen frowned, and said: "If it's a girl, then we have to have another son. We originally agreed to hand over the throne to the emperor's uncle, but now the emperor's uncle... If we still want to go out to visit the mountains and rivers , you have to find someone to inherit the throne."

Zhao Yuanxiang frowned fiercely, his face turned pale from the pain.

She clutched her stomach and said with difficulty: "This foot hurts..."

Xuanyuan Chen frowned, and said in a deep voice: "If you dare to kick your mother again, I will beat your ass to pieces for my father!"

Zhao Yuanxiang was in pain but couldn't help laughing: "The child hasn't been born yet, how can you be a father like you?"

"I don't care, no one can bully you." Xuanyuanchen put his big hand on her stomach and rubbed it gently, and said slowly: "Xiang'er, what do you think I thought just now?"

(End of this chapter)