Emperor Jin

Chapter 92
Her voice was light and low, with a mysterious smile, echoing in the trees among the flowers, and in the deep shade of the trees, her eyes were shining like stars in the sky.

"The Yuan family's praying emperor was devoted to only one person. He abandoned his concubines all his life, so the sons in the palace withered, and only Emperor Luo was worthy of succession."

"The decline of the royal family has been planted since then. For several generations, there are only one or two men, whose lives are passed on by a thread. In the end, there is not even a single man. Therefore, Emperor Jing Yuan had no choice but to Can show people in men's clothes..."

Baojin calmly narrated the tragedy of his dynasty's withering, his voice was clear and indifferent, but there was a bit of nightmare-like resentment——

If the royal family had an heir, perhaps, my sister's life would not be buried in this bottomless nine-fold palace.

Turning her face slightly, she calmly mixed dangerous poison into her exclamation, half-truths and half-false absurd words, but she was holding the anticipation and pleasure of chaos in the harem——

"Thus, as an emperor, spreading the word to his heirs is the only way to keep the throne stable. In this sense, the emperor's ups and downs may not necessarily be a bad thing."

"I am the Son of Heaven, but I am also a mortal. It is too early to say about the illegitimate child's death. My long-cherished wish in my life is just to grow old with Zitong and never say goodbye..."

The emperor smiled slightly, calm and calm, but bitterness could be seen faintly, "If the Fang family hadn't been pressing every step of the way, I wouldn't have..."

He finished speaking halfway, and then said again: "However, after all, I am the emperor and the lord of the world."

This sentence is deep and short, but it expresses the heart——

The Son of Heaven has no relatives.

Lin Tao sang softly in the wind, as if tens of thousands of people were clapping their hands and laughing. Even the dense shade of trees seemed to feel his sadness, which became darker and bottomless.

"With such endless suspicion and vigilance, the distance between me and the queen will probably grow further and further."

He concluded indifferently, with boundless melancholy in his eyes, but it finally boiled down to a low sentence, "Forget it..."

Bao Jin looked at him silently, feeling that the atmosphere in the forest seemed to be frozen. She hesitated to start, but a heavy shadow cast down in the next moment——

She let out a cry of surprise, and was about to run away, but the emperor's palm held her firmly in his arms. This cold and lonely man seemed to have all the strength of his body restrained on her body.

Bao Jin only felt pain in his wrist, and it was about to break, but what echoed in his ear was the emperor's murmur, "Besides this Huihe throne, I still have you, and you are the only one left..."

"Your Majesty... please respect yourself!"

"Self-respect?!"

The emperor smiled coldly, his mellow and magnetic male voice seemed very lonely in this deep forest——

"Ever since I entered this palace, I was doomed to be with the beauties of the Sixth Court of the Sangong. What self-esteem can I talk about?!"

He gritted his teeth and said, never relaxing his palms, staring at the slight stunned and struggling in the eyes, as if admiring the butterflies falling lightly, and sighed softly: "These eyes are really exactly the same as her back then..."

There is no reason for this...

Tolerable, unbearable...

Baojin's heart was like a river and sea, and her face changed suddenly. She couldn't bear it anymore, and under the rage, she broke free from the emperor's big palm, and said coldly: "Your Majesty!"

Facing the slightly astonished gaze of the emperor, she said loudly: "People must insult themselves and others will insult them. Long live, please respect yourself!"

The emperor's face was as sinking as water, and his soft voice was like thin ice passing through his heart, making people shiver, "If I touch you, it's because I don't respect myself?!"

Although the voice was soft, it was powerful. Baojin felt cold, and then he smiled sadly, and knelt down in the dust like a candle, "I am just a servant, the sinful queen who rebelled against the king, this solitary body is in your majesty's hands." In your hands, you can do whatever you want..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, but she suppressed it and became more and more depressed, "But, no matter how humble I am, I don't want to be a substitute for the Empress!!"

The last sentence, cutting gold and cutting jade, is desolate and forbearing, but decisive, and it is as strong as it is.

The emperor's eyes flashed, he lifted her chin forcefully, and sneered in a low voice, "Do you know that if I want you, I don't need to spend any trouble at all."

"Of course I know...Gumo's old and weak women and children are all in your hands!"

Bao Jin's brows were gloomy, but he still knelt upright, with a cold light, and for a moment it was like the bright sun in the sky——

"Since I entered the palace, I have been extremely submissive. I just want you to forgive me and don't make it difficult for them—but although I am humble in body, I am not humble in heart. You can do whatever you want, just look at me Shadow, but it's too ridiculous!"

Baojin's words are clanging, and the tone of his words is no longer soft and weak, but there is a faint sound of gold and stone!

(End of this chapter)