Don't hurt me, the emperor: ugly women mess up the harem

Chapter 418 [Is her son so old? ? ? 】

Your Highness... Your Highness...? ? ?
Jing Lingke felt that she seemed a little messy, Your Highness?Isn't that the emperor's son called His Highness, that is, the prince.

Is this near the palace?

No... that's not the point. The point is... she gave birth to a son, so he couldn't be the person in the carriage!
However, how does she feel that the people here cannot be children, after all, the attitude of these people's speech is not like that of a child.

it's over...

Jing Lingke wailed in her heart, it couldn't be because it took her too long to cross over here, it has actually been many years here, Xiahou Chennan is old, and their son has grown up too.

How to do?
Jing Lingke's heart was in a mess, she never expected that things would end up like this.

Because the longer the time passes, the more things will change. At the beginning, she told Xiahou Chennan that he would wait for her for three years. She had a premonition that she would not die so easily. Therefore, she added a deadline for Xiahou Chennan's relationship with her. Regardless of whether she died or not, she hoped that he could guard her for three years.

However, if more than ten years have passed, as an emperor, how could he not want a woman for the rest of his life with his feelings for her.

What should she do if he fell in love with another woman in these ten years?
But, here is her child, how could she not take a look.And Xiahou Chennan, where is he?

Moreover, even if she held a sliver of hope, she still wanted to visit Xiahou Chennan. Even if Xiahou Chennan's feelings had changed, her own hadn't changed...

Thinking about it, Jing Lingke rushed towards the carriage, whining, her voice was a little choked up, "You... who are you?"

Perhaps frightened by her weird behavior, the people beside the carriage thought she was going to hurt the people inside, so they pushed Jing Lingke to the ground with both hands.

"What are you doing, I'm just looking at my son, are you going to be so arrogant?" Jing Lingke wiped the ground with her hand, tears dripped down one by one in pain.

Although it is said that things are things and people are not things...but a son is a son. Although it was not born by her body, those feelings belonged to him. How could he not recognize her when she worked so hard to give birth to her? Woolen cloth.

(End of this chapter)