The Camellia Is Gone and Love Disappears

I don't remember how many times I have married, the daughter of Luo Zhaoyi, the daughter of Concubine De, the daughter of Concubine Zhao Shu... I supported the emperor and looked at the car in the distance. He rambled on about how his He Yi grew up, from what kind of cakes she liked to eat to what kind of horse she liked to ride, with tears twinkling in the corners of his eyes. I'm tired of hearing this. He clearly sent his daughter to the point of no return for the sake of his future, but now he's pretending to be affectionate. It's really disgusting. On my way back to the dormitory, a palace official came to report that Luo Zhaoyi was dead. The sadness choked my breathing. I paused for a few seconds, and then I said slowly, "Keep everything simple." I looked at Xinjun blankly. "My grandson wants to make Jingya his queen." "The emperor knows what the old woman's answer is, so why does he need to accuse me?" "My grandson loved her dearly." "How Emperor Daxing taught you during his lifetime." There was a long silence. "My grandson will name Jingya as Concubine Zhao Shu." Another cycle of tragedy has begun. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.