Super Miserable Time Travel: Concubine Lie Fu

Chapter 275: Qi Tian's Sadness 1
"Yao'er..." Nangong Yinchuan gently hugged me behind him, stroking my abdomen gently with one hand.

"Our child is growing up soon!" His voice was gentle, like old wine.

"Yeah." I replied lightly. For him, I don't love him, but I hate him a little bit.

"Yao'er, one day, I will take back the throne and make you my best friend. It is too embarrassing for you to be with me now. How much a man wants to give his wife and children a safe and worry-free life, Enjoy the glory and wealth..."

"My lord...you are wrong. What Yao'er hopes for is not glory and wealth, but a peaceful life. No more killing, no more blood on the road ahead, that's enough. For the common people, who will do it? The emperor is the same, as long as they have a stable life of food and clothing." I didn't look back, looking at those flickering lights and said lightly.

Nangong Yinchuan's body shook, and he slowly let go of his hand.

"Yao'er... all my dreams cannot be eliminated by your words." He is so smart, knowing that I want to persuade him to let go of his selfishness.For me, that is not a dream, but far from an illusion. I don't believe that Nangong Yinchuan will win the world.

Because, there are King Ming, Nangong Huangyue, Nangong Xuanluo, and Princess Huaqing who are intelligent people in the palace.

I don't speak anymore, I know nothing will change his decision.Lying on the bed, distraught.

"Yao'er..." Nangong Yinchuan's voice sounded from behind, I turned my back to him, and heard some lust in his voice, I whispered coldly, "Yao'er is not feeling well, and... You will hurt the child."

Nangong Yinchuan paused, sighed softly, and did not speak again.

The man with a faint smile in my memory became more and more hazy, and finally, it turned into a few tears in my eyes, and there was no more fluctuation.

In winter, I gave birth to a lovely daughter for Nangong Yinchuan.As a new father, he was obviously very happy.

He named his daughter Nangong Yinyao, one character for his name and one for mine.

When my daughter was five months old, the peaceful life began to be turbulent. On this day, after dinner, I covered the quilt for my familiar daughter, and suddenly found that Nangong Yinchuan's eyes were a little complicated.

(End of this chapter)