Leftover women crossing the harem: competing with the king for the world

Chapter 248 Nightmare Part 6
The empress dowager heard too many rumors from outside, and some people also said that the child in the empress's womb was not the late emperor's at all.

Lin Zhishi stroked his stomach, and after a moment of silence he replied, "This is the emperor's heir."

The Empress Dowager's eyes suddenly lit up, and then dimmed again. She just nodded and said nothing more.

Because she hadn't been out for a long time, the Empress Dowager's clothes and hair accessories looked a little rough, especially her hair was a little messy.

Lin Zhishi straightened her hair and pulled back the quilt on the bed, saying, "It's all because the concubine didn't take good care of her, which made the queen mother worry." Yu Ziluo is not here, she should be filial for him, but recently The day's preoccupation with self-care made her ignore this point.

After the empress dowager fell asleep, Lin Zhishi then called the maid Haosheng to wait on her.

Coming out of Yongshou Palace, the night got darker, but Lin Zhishi still didn't feel sleepy.

That night, many people in the palace could not sleep well.

At this time, the Qianwang Palace was deserted, and there was not a single eunuch and maid who was keeping watch at night in the huge Qianwang Palace.

This was arranged by King Qian. He is a person who loves face very much. He doesn't allow anyone to see his weakness, so he doesn't want people to see him waking up from his nightmare.

King Qian's bedroom was still brightly lit, and he was sitting on the bed sweating profusely. There was no doubt that he woke up from the nightmare again.

Every year at this time, near the anniversary of his mother's death, he would have nightmares. He had dreamed of all kinds of terrifying scenes, but he never dreamed of his own mother. This is the saddest thing.

The person passed away early, and he couldn't even dream a single dream.

Wang Qian lowered his hand dejectedly, and his eyes fell on a painting hanging on the wall in the room. It was a painting that was rolled up and not opened on the wall.

No one has ever seen what is painted in this painting, but it has been hanging in Wang Qian's bedroom like this, and has not moved halfway, and Wang Qian will never allow anyone to move it.

(End of this chapter)