Shangguan Canxin was hidden in this imperial city, and Jiang Zhong built the underground palace for her—

It's ridiculous to say that this former dynasty's queen of Yan may be the woman Jiang Zhong really likes in his life, and he is the one who wants to be buried in the imperial tomb together after his death.

Under the pressure of the Shangguan clan, Jiang Zhong, the name of Guan Canxin being ill, made her secretly "dead".

Years of imprisonment have made her crazy.

But, she is still so beautiful.

Three months later.

The snow covered by the palace was thin and white, quietly melting, revealing the tender green buds that had newly drawn from the branches.

This long winter finally passed, and the war to overthrow the Jiang regime came to an end.

Nowadays, the entire dynasty is in a mess.

Fenghua stood on the highest tower in the palace, and his eyes were far away, reaching the mountains and rivers.

The light purple cloak was blown up slightly.

The Chief Secretary of the Grand Historian quietly came behind her, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Jiang Guo is dead, the new dynasty should be established, what is the name of the country?"

She thought about it.

After a while, he replied "...少."

"yes."

On the eve of the throne ceremony.

In Changle Palace, candlelight is bright.

The woman in purple sat in front of the desk, holding a pen in her hand, and was reviewing memorials submitted from various places.

The palace gate was gently pushed open with a "creak" sound.

The beauty with long white hair walked in, her eyes clear under the candlelight and called out "…Jiu'er."

Fenghua raised her head from the memorial on the desk and smiled indifferently, "Why is my mother here?"

It seemed that Shangguan Canxin's arrival was not unexpected.

After the magical doctor's skillful treatment, Shangguan Canxin has gradually recovered his mind and no longer went crazy.

However, she kept locking herself in the Fengyi Palace of the past, and she would be frightened if she had any movement.

She is fragile, beautiful, and fragile, like a precious porcelain that needs careful care, and cannot withstand any twists and turns.

This is the first time...

She walked out of her own place.

At this moment, she stood under the steps with a little restrained and gentleness, "Jiu'er, you will ascend the throne tomorrow...I'll give you some food."

Shangguan Canxin held the food box in his hand, and said as he looked panic in his eyes, and immediately wanted to turn around and leave, "Has I disturbed you? Sorry, I'll leave now..."

"Come back." Fenghua stood up, stepped down the steps, walked to Shangguan Canxin, and personally took her to sit on the couch beside her.

Shangguan Canxin seemed to be unacceptable to the sudden intimacy and retracted his hand a little awkwardly.

Fenghua seemed to have not seen the unnatural flashes across her face, "Didn't it meant to eat, but here?"

Shangguan Canxin lowered his eyebrows and eyes, placed the food box on the small table in the couch, and opened it one by one, "This is made by my mother, you... try it."

She served her a bowl of lotus seed soup.

The hot air is filled with mist, like crystals and jade in the light, and looks particularly crystal clear and delicious.

"Jiuer, drink while it's hot."

Fenghua took it and smiled.

However, the smile was not in the bottom of his eyes and he said, "You are intent."

Shangguan Canxin avoided her gaze.

Fenghua gently stirred this bowl of lotus seed soup with a spoon. The porcelain occasionally collided and made a light and slow sound at night, which fell into people's ears and was tortured for a long time.

"What a delicious lotus seed soup, a pity..."

She paused, and then chuckled gently in a more gorgeous and cold posture, saying word by word, "But it is the poison that urges human life."

Shangguan Canxin suddenly looked back, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, "You..."

"How could I know?" Feng Hua smiled on her lips and asked what she had no time to say.

“…”

"Because I've died in your hands once, Mother."

The two words "The Last Mother" are particularly ironic.

She smiled with red lips and cold eyes, as if she remembered the distant memories she had been hiding.

Even if the tiger is poisonous, it doesn’t eat any of the children.

Once upon a time, she believed in this sentence without doubt and finally destroyed her life in Shangguan Canxin's hands.

A bowl of lotus seed soup that I thought was my mother's care and warmth, but it turned out to be a poison that killed people and heartbroken.

Drink it, heartbroken, soul returns.

He died suddenly on the eve of the throne.

Let’s do it again, Shangguan Canxin is still serving the same bowl of poison at this time and place...

She no longer drinks.

History is finally rewritten!

only……

She doesn't understand.

Fenghua's eyes circulated and fell on Shangguan Canxin's face. He looked at her and asked a question that had bothered her for a long time and had no time to ask before her death in her previous life.

"Why?"

"I am your daughter, my biological daughter, isn't I?"

Why kill her?

This weak and beautiful woman finally showed a little cold and resolute true face until this moment, "Why?"

"Because Jiang Zhong's blood is flowing on your body!"

"Because you are the daughter of Jiang Zhonggou Thief!"

"Because I can't let a rebel daughter become the emperor of Yan State!"

“…”

Listening to her hoarse accusation, Fenghua's eyes were calm.

Very strange.

She thought she would be sad.

But the result is not.

Not a trace of it.

She said, "Shangguan Canxin--"

"I won't kill you. I want you to spend the rest of my life in the future to watch how I sit on the throne of the former Emperor of Yan and become the master of this dynasty."

"You, watch."

This night.

History repeats itself and changes.

This night.

Fenghua knows forgiveness and let go.

This night.

His mother Shangguan Canxin was escorted to Fengyi Palace and will never be allowed to come out again.

This night.

Thousands of miles away, on the vast mountain.

The young man played chess on the top of the mountain with a fairy-like old man. A stream of fire passed by the sky, illuminating the entire night sky brilliantly, and its shape was like a phoenix in the fire...

The old man's hands trembled, and the chess piece fell on the chessboard, but he pinched his fingers regardless of it, murmured excitedly, "A strange phenomenon from the sky, the purple myrtle stars move, the Emperor's star is coming!"

Suddenly, the white-haired old man squirted out a mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly became sluggish, "Puff--"

This is the punishment for peeking into the secrets of heaven.

"Grandpa." The boy raised his fingertips and his spiritual power flashed to heal the white-haired old man.
To be continued...