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Han Yunzhao quickly captured the capital city and took control of the palace.

He also brought Xi Yao back as promised.

On the day of the coronation ceremony, all the officials knelt down and bowed their heads to welcome him.

Han Yunzhao, dressed in a black dragon robe, climbed the highest steps one by one.

His gaze swept over the officials and landed on the imperial carriage.

Xi Yao was helped down by the palace maids.

Her belly was already quite large, and nine months of pregnancy made her move slowly, but it did not diminish her charm in the slightest.

Wearing a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, the phoenix embroidered with gold thread trails long tail feathers, shimmering in the sunlight.

She walked towards him step by step, very slowly, but very steadily.

Han Yunzhao couldn't wait any longer and rushed down the steps to greet her. "Yaoyao, how are you? Can you still hold on?"

"Today is our wedding day, and the children are all very well-behaved." Xi Yao looked up at him, her gaze gentle.

"That's good."

He held her waist with one hand and took her hand with the other, and they walked side by side for the last stretch of the road.

The officials kowtowed again and shouted, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress!"

No one dared to object to the new emperor marrying a woman from the mountains.

Because those who opposed it have all disappeared.

Respect Heaven and Earth, the ceremony is complete.

Thus, Xi Yao became the most honored empress of Dongli.

A month later, Xi Yao started labor.

Muffled groans of pain could be heard from inside the delivery room.

Han Yunzhao stood outside the door, his face even paler than the person inside.

Palace servants came and went, carrying in basins of hot water and out basins of bloody water.

He tried to force his way in several times, but was firmly stopped by the imperial physicians and his attendants.

"Your Majesty, the delivery room is filthy, you cannot..."

"Get out of here."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was so deep it made your legs go weak.

The imperial physicians knelt on the ground, their foreheads banging against the gold bricks with loud thuds.

Suddenly, a suppressed cry of pain came from inside. Han Yunzhao's expression changed drastically. He pushed aside the person blocking his way and entered through the door.

The stench of blood was overwhelming.

Xi Yao lay on the couch, her hair soaked with sweat, her face as pale as paper.

Seeing him come in, she said with a hint of exasperation, "Why are you here!"

She had already taken pain-free childbirth pills; everything she did was just an act.

Han Yunzhao knelt beside the bed, held her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't speak, save your energy."

Her hand was slightly cool, and he held it tightly, as if he wanted to transfer all his strength to her.

"Yaoyao, don't be afraid, I'm here."

For the rest of the time, Han Yunzhao stayed by his side without leaving for a moment, his eyes filled with heartache and regret.

It wasn't until the baby cried that he seemed to lose all his strength, his forehead pressed against Xi Yao's hand, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The midwife came over carrying the baby to announce the good news: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's a prince!"

Han Yunzhao didn't even glance at her, only staring at Xi Yao. He reached out to check her breath and touched her face to make sure she was alright before he finally calmed down.

Xi Yao gave a weak smile: "Let me see the child."

Han Yunzhao then reached out and took the child, stiffly but carefully placing him beside Xiyao's pillow.

He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, his voice so low that only she could hear it.

"I won't have any more children."

She eventually gave birth.

When the eldest prince was two years old, Xi Yao became pregnant again.

Han Yunzhao's complexion didn't look good for the next few months.

At this moment, he actually missed the time when he was given a drug that would prevent him from having children.

Han Yunzhao could only breathe a sigh of relief after the Second Prince was safely landed.

Later, they had twins, a boy and a girl.

When his youngest daughter was born, Han Yunzhao held her and looked at her for a long time before turning to Xiyao and saying, "She looks like you."

After that, she refused to have any more children no matter what.

Every morning after returning from court, Han Yunzhao's first task was to go to Fengwu Palace.

Sometimes, while Xi Yao was still getting ready, he would stand to the side and watch without urging her.

His daughter ran over, hugged his leg, and called him "Father Emperor." He bent down, picked her up, and lifted her high, making the child giggle.

The eldest prince studied diligently. Han Yunzhao didn't say anything, but he secretly read the essays the prince wrote several times, folded them up, and put them in a special box.

The second prince was impetuous and loved riding horses and archery, so Han Yunzhao personally taught him, and he would spend half a day at a time in the training ground.

The third prince of the twins is most like Xi Yao, even their temperaments are alike.

Han Yunzhao was exceptionally biased towards him, and Xi Yao said it was because he spoiled him, which he did not deny.

Han Yunzhao's youngest daughter was the apple of his eye.

When the little one throws a tantrum and refuses to eat, Han Yunzhao can squat in front of her and coax her for half an hour.

Xi Yao, watching from the side, shook her head: "Look how spoiled she has become."

Han Yunzhao didn't even look up: "She's my daughter, so what if I spoil her?"

Xi Yao stopped talking and just smiled.

In the spring of the year the eldest prince came of age, Han Yunzhao announced his abdication in court, handing the throne to the eldest prince, who was already the crown prince.

On the night of his abdication, he returned to his palace, where Xi Yao was reading under the lamp.

He walked over, took the book from her hand, and looked at her earnestly: "Yaoyao, I'll take you out to have a look around."

Xi Yao was taken aback: "What?"

"You once said that the two of us, one person and one horse, would travel all over the mountains and rivers."

Xi Yao laughed: "You actually still remember something I said a long time ago."

I will never forget a single word you said.

For the next ten years or so, they traveled all over China.

In spring, one can admire peach blossoms in Jiangnan; in summer, one can escape the heat in a bamboo house in the mountains; in autumn, one can see the desolate desert in the Northwest; and in winter, one can return to the South and find a warm little town to live in.

Over the past decade or so, their hair has gradually turned white, and their faces have become increasingly wrinkled.

But the way Han Yunzhao looked at Xiyao was exactly the same as that night in the small mountain village.

In the winter of their eighties, they returned to the small mountain village they had lived in back then.

The bamboo house is still there, but it's old.

Han Yunzhao's health collapsed first.

He lay on the bed, holding Xi Yao's hand, his thin fingers clenched tightly.

Xi Yao sat on the edge of the bed, her silver hair neatly combed, her eyes bright, just like back then.

"Yaoyao," Han Yunzhao said softly, "meeting you is the greatest happiness of my life."

Xi Yao didn't speak, she just looked at him.

Han Yunzhao laboriously pulled her hand to his lips and gently touched it.

"In the next life, wait for me, wait for me to marry you, okay?"

This was the last request he ever made to her in his life.

Xi Yao nodded.

Han Yunzhao slowly closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were having a wonderful dream.

Xi Yao stared at him quietly for a long time.

Then she leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips.

She placed his hand on her heart and slowly closed her eyes.

A breeze rustled through the bamboo grove outside the window.

It was like that night many years ago, the sound of flickering candlelight.

Later historical records contain only a few words about this emperor and empress.

However, many stories about them have been passed down among the people.

It is said that the emperor only married one empress in his lifetime.

They said they had been together for over sixty years and had never had a single argument.

They were said to be deeply in love, but in the end, neither of them wanted to live a single moment longer.

A thousand years later, no one remembers the clash of swords, no one remembers the turmoil in the imperial court.

People only remember that there was once an emperor in Dongli who loved someone and loved her for a lifetime.