Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

55-2

Thanks to her position as queen, Yunkang had received sufficient attention since he was born. He had the best food and clothing, and his nanny was carefully selected. When he grew older, there would be no shortage of people to teach him Mandarin and martial arts.

The rotten flesh on her body had mostly healed during the confinement period. Except for some scars that could not be removed and the slightly loose flesh on her belly, she was still one of the most beautiful women in the capital.

So the practice that concubines in the palace would be sent to the cold palace after becoming pregnant did not happen to her. The emperor would still come, and as soon as her health improved a little, the hand would climb onto her neck again, reminding her of the suffocating feeling she had experienced countless times in her midnight dreams.

She still pretended nothing had happened, taught her child to read, made the child's favorite cakes, and brought the child his favorite rattle. The little prince was handsome and he would giggle every time he saw her, and his smiling eyes and brows showed her good qualities.

It was also in front of Yunkang that the queen, who had always been like a walking corpse, smiled more.

It was the seventeenth year of the late emperor's reign, and Yunkang was twelve years old. She had aged a lot in that year, and her appearance that had shocked the world was now covered with wrinkles. The emperor came less often.

She took this opportunity to take a breath, thinking that this was fine, this was what she had always wanted.

That night she had a long-lost dream of herself as a child. Her mother was buying her candied haws. There was a fortune-telling stall next to her. The fortune-teller looked at her, shook his head and said that she had an unlucky fate and would die of depression in the future.

A'niang pulled her away and scolded the fortune teller for talking nonsense.

She also felt that the gentleman was trying to scare her, but when she woke up the next day, she thought that what the gentleman said was probably true.

The one who made her become like this was the current emperor, who had spent half his life killing people. He first stabbed her with a knife and then turned his spearhead on her father.

Her father never fought or caused trouble in the court, but because he accidentally went boating twice with a general who had anti-Daxin tendencies, he was framed for treason. Several officials jointly petitioned the emperor to remove her father from his position.

She felt it was ridiculous and knew that her father would never rebel, so she hurried to the emperor to persuade him. However, she never expected that she would be driven out because of her old age and ugly appearance. Later, she could not even see the late emperor.

Soon after, her father was thrown into prison and her mother was seriously ill in bed, so she was locked up in the palace and was not allowed to go out.

She did not cry, nor did she make a fuss to see the emperor. She just stayed in the bedroom all day, staring blankly, eating a few bites of cold food and then sleeping until the next morning, repeating this cycle over and over again.

A month later, Yunkang came and was happy to show her the new martial arts he had learned.

The little prince has grown up, and in a few years he will be of age. His facial features have also fully developed, and in a few moments one can even see the emperor's charm, his sharp eyebrows, and his tone of voice. Anyone who sees him will say that a good father will have a good son.

For some reason, she suddenly started screaming, throwing things, smashing bowls, and pushed Yunkang out loudly, refusing to see Yunkang no matter what.