Jiang Mi'er has delicate makeup painted on her face, but she can see that she is haggard-

Jiang is thin, and the bones are not cold.

[I want to see the sun, I know he's at home!] ]

[Miss Jiang, please go back.] ]

[Leng Zhao, you get out of the way for me!] ]

Jiang Mi'er roared, turned around and ran quickly upstairs. Leng Zhaojun frowned unhappily and chased after him.

In front of the door of Emperor Shao's bedroom, Leng Zhao grabbed Jiang Mi'er's hand that was about to knock on the door.

[Emperor Shao doesn't want to see you, Miss Jiang, this is my most polite to you. ]

The force of the big palm grabbing Jiang Mi'er's wrist revealed a warning force that could not be disobeyed.

Jiang Mi'er pulled a few times, but she couldn't pull away Leng Zhao's firm hand.

[Flare, flare!] I'm Mi'er, please let me see your North Hall Flare! I'm sorry...... I'm really sorry, I know I'm wrong! I shouldn't have contacted Murong Rose, please let me go in and see you!" ]

[……]

Jiang Mi'er yelled into the bedroom, her intestines were blue with regret at this time.

When she saw the cold corpse of her brother Jiang Bo, when she knew the terrifying things that Murong Qiang Rose had done in Tibet, she was afraid.

She never thought that Murong Rose still had such a side, and even her brother Jiang Bo who was killed!

[Sunlight...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really know I'm wrong! Please don't do this, I love you...... I love you! Woo woo woo ......]

[……] Leng Zhao still maintained the posture of grasping her, and there was no sign of loosening of his hand.

[At least, at least for the sake of my brother Jiang Bo's face, let me meet you!] Flare, flare-]

[Let her in.] ]

The words of the amnesty came faintly from the bedroom.

Leng Zhao immediately let go of his hand and let Jiang Mi'er in.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, Jiang Mi'er's body paused slightly-

Beitang Yaori was holding Lin Nuanxi in her arms, and her face was clasped in her chest by Beitang Yaori in a posture that she couldn't see.

It's like pampering the baby who is coaxing him to sleep.

Being disturbed such a warm atmosphere, Beitang Yaori naturally had a displeased look on his face.

[Bright Sun, why would she be here?] ]

[Why won't she be here?] ]

[She's obviously not already-]

[No matter how far a person goes, he will eventually return to his home.] ]

Beitang Yaori's definition of Lin Nuanxi's "home" is enough to show that Jiang Mi'er's hope index for remarriage is low.

The scene in front of her undoubtedly made Jiang Mi'er very jealous, and she tried her best to restrain this ugly jealousy look.

[Flare, you've lost a lot of weight these days.] ]

Playing the sympathy card is Jiang Mi'er's strength, not to mention, she is also Jiang Bo's biological sister.

[My brother's death was so sudden, and even now when I get home, I can't believe that my brother is really no more.] ]

[……]

At the bottom of Beitang's dazzling black eyes, a touch of imperceptible forbearance flashed, but it quickly disappeared.

[Bright Sun must not be able to accept it, brother, he is...... Love you so much! ]

[……]

[Bright Sun, I am no less determined than my brother to love you, I only want to ...... Being able to be there for you. ]

Now it is extremely difficult to regain the title of his young emperor's wife. At least, she didn't want to even have a chance to meet later.

[For the sake of my brother, I want to continue to extend my brother's love, Bright Sun......]

[Finished?] ]

This is different from what Jiang Mi'er expected, Beitang Yaori's tone is flat, and people don't feel any emotional ups and downs.