On the bed, Jiang Qingping muttered, tilted his head and fell asleep.

Ling Shuang carefully wiped his forehead for him, and covered the quilt intimately, and then slowly retreated.

Outside, the housekeeper had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Ling Shuang's figure, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Young lady, you're here!"

This housekeeper had followed Jiang Qingping in the old mansion earlier, and had already regarded Ling Shuang as his master, but now, Zhao Si'er had made this incident again, and she had already been killed in her heart.

Ling Shuang stood on the high platform and glanced coldly at the butler next to him.

"I asked you to keep an eye on the young master before, does he mean to reconcile with the princess?"

The old butler immediately realized, "The young master just came back from the palace yesterday, and it doesn't look like it."

The old butler glanced at Ling Shuang cautiously, "It doesn't seem that he wants to reconcile with the princess."

Ling Shuang's eyes twitched for a moment, and then she regained her cold complexion.

"Butler, these days, let the family in the mansion keep an eye on the young master, don't let him go out, let alone let him go to the palace."

In such a special period, staying away from the capital is the most correct choice, she doesn't care how Jiang Qingping will resent her in the future, but she must oppress to ensure his safety.

Without the oppression of imperial power, Zhao Si'er released all the desires that had been suppressed for several years.

She locked herself in the Heart Nourishing Palace, nominally to take care of the emperor who collapsed in bed, but in fact, she spent all day drinking and enjoying herself.

"Woo woo woo," there was a noise on the bed, but no one stepped forward to help.

The maid in this palace had already let her be transferred out in the name of Bi.

Zhao Si'er glanced at him coldly, ignored it, and continued to hold the wine jug in his hand, watching the musicians in the hall play.

The corners of his mouth rippled into a careless smile, his eyes were already drunk, and he raised his hand to take another sip of the wine jug in his hand.

"Okay, play well, reward, I want to reward you!"

Zhao Si'er staggered to her feet, her eyes full of banter.

In the room, the person on the bed seemed to hear this name, and suddenly struggled again, and knocked over the vase on the side with a violent movement, and there was a "pop" sound, as if knocking on someone's heart.

Zhao Si'er's eyes suddenly darkened because of this sound.

The flask in his hand slammed into the ground, screaming frantically at the people around him, "Get out, get out of here, I don't want to see you again!" Get out!"

Several musicians were also frightened by this scene, and hurriedly chimeled their instruments and withdrew.

The outsiders retreated, and the room fell into boundless silence for a while, only the people on the bed were still making angry sounds.

Zhao Si'er's eyes were a little wet, and barefoot, little by little, crossed the screen and curtains, and walked in.

The man on the bed is no longer the heroic and majestic posture of a few days ago, wise and strong, and his loose hair is also dyed with the color of white flowers, but in just a few days, the whole person seems to have aged a degree.

"Woo woo, woo woo," Zhao Si'er got a little closer, and saw that he was clutching the futon under him, and his whole face was flushed.

Zhao Si'er raised her hand and gently stroked the golden futon, her eyes full of coldness.

"Father, look at you, it's still such a luxurious bedding, but you still sleep comfortably?"

The provocative words spit out straight out of his mouth, and Zhao Si'er's eyes were hooked with a sneering smile, and he was extremely arrogant.

"Father, look at you, now you are paralyzed on this bed, you can't do anything, you can't even make a sound, just like when my mother was in the cold palace, ahhahahaha!"

Zhao Si'er suddenly got up and laughed wildly.

Two innocent tears fell from the empty eyes.

"Father, now that I am sitting in your place, I have become this person who looks down on the court, are you still satisfied? Didn't you say I was your favorite princess? Then I sit here now, and I should be, you

You should give me what you care about the most, just as you told my mother that you loved her!"

Zhao Si'er laughed crazy and sad to the extreme.

Her mother was kidnapped by the emperor and entered the palace, and her mother's power was not small, but she was the minister of the humerus of the court, and she had already agreed to marry the son Sun of Shoufu, but everything was defeated at a spring palace banquet.

At that time, the queen held a banquet to celebrate her birthday, and her mother, as a high-ranking lady, naturally went to the banquet, but unfortunately, she was taken by the emperor at a glance, and during the banquet, her mother was captured in the harem and forcibly occupied.

Later, in order to cover up the royal scandal, the queen made the decision and brought her mother into the palace.

However, how could others not be aware of such a major event, only one day's work has spread all over the capital, and everyone knows that her mother is a prodigal, a person who clings to the powerful, and has no face and no skin.

The Sun family knew about this, even though the person and her mother were childhood sweethearts, they couldn't resist the thousands of rumors in the end, and the two families still broke off the marriage contract.

After her mother entered the palace, the queen regarded her as a thorn in the flesh, and her husband had adulteration with other women at his birthday banquet, making her so ugly at the banquet, and the queen should hold grudges.

At the beginning, the emperor still loved her mother in every way, and soon she had her, but later, she was less and less in her eyes, and soon after her mother gave birth to her, the emperor accepted other concubines into the palace, and because of the queen's forces, her mother soon fell seriously ill, and was beaten into the cold palace by the emperor, and soon died.

Zhao Si'er remembered her mother's soft palm, always quietly caressing her cheeks on every thunderous night and gently patting her to sleep.

"Father, do you remember my mother?"

The people on the bed were like every sick old man, slumped on the bed, without the slightest chance of fighting back or talking.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you don't remember anymore, how can you remember my mother as a person like you, who is unkind, lustful, and shameless!"

However, her mother remembered the emperor until she died, and she really fell in love with this man who trampled on her, and engraved her in her soul, which was ridiculous.

She still remembers that in the cold palace, on the night when the thunder and lightning roared, her mother was in her arms, her cold hands touched her cheeks, and she begged the emperor to see her until she died.

On such a cold night, her mother and concubine went like that, but unfortunately, she didn't know which concubine's bed her damn father was, and the hibiscus tent was warm.

"Father, you are such a good emperor! A good father! What a good husband!"