"Do you think you can fly up the branches by climbing on the emperor's bed?"
"A pheasant is a pheasant and will never become a phoenix!"
"So what if I can have children? No matter how many children I have, they will only be a stepping stone for my son."
"People who are born low should rot in the mire forever. What can they do to disgust others?"
Ten years later.
Sun Shixu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his beautiful fingers were dyed with bright red hair.
With her index finger, she lifted up Concubine Du's chin and smiled evilly.
"You're right, having more children means being great."
Sun Shixu clapped his hands, and a group of eight children ran in. All of them were somewhat similar to Sun Shixu. At a glance, they could tell they were mother and son.
Concubine Du's eyes were quenched with poison, full of jealousy and unwillingness.
Sun Shixu released her chin: "My child will be healthy and live a long life, but your child was killed by your own hands. With a mother like you, he should have been in pain when he died, right?"
"Hahaha! You vicious woman has finally revealed your true face! Your Majesty, have you seen it? This is the woman you love?"
Sun Shixu's pupils narrowed slightly as he looked at the bright yellow figure coming out of the side room.
He curled his fingers, glanced at his eager son from the corner of his eye, and said to himself: It seems that the emperor is going to die suddenly today.
No matter what, the country is still in the hands of his descendants of the Fu family anyway. I think the emperor can understand it, right?
