(Not cool, not clean, please be careful if you mind)
In those troubled times, he held her hand and made not only a marriage contract, but also a promise to "watch the world together". She is not only his wife, but also his counselor and his interpreter. In the front court, he scolded Fang Qiu and manipulated him horizontally and vertically, while she stabilized his foundation and cleared up the undercurrent in the harem. She understands his ambition and loves his forbearance.
But the heart of an emperor is as deep as the sea! Three thousand beauties from the harem gradually entered the palace, with new favorites and old faces, and a subtle fragrance floating around. Although she was sitting firmly in the back seat, looking at the newlyweds beside him who was smiling and talking sweetly, her heart ached as if being pricked by fine needles. But he never fights for it and swallows the bitterness alone.
He is not heartless, but he is too powerful! He knew all her grievances, and when he saw her getting weaker and weaker, he was shocked and panicked to the core! Under all those calculations and trade-offs, she was the only one who could not be replaced by anyone. He angrily scolded the palace officials, searched for famous medicines, and even prayed for her to be granted amnesty, like a panicked young man.
She is his only weakness and his last line. In front of her, he is not an emperor, but a husband who can personally prepare medicine for her, suppress his anger because of her advice, and enjoy a moment of family love with their child in his arms.
In the end, she died in his arms. He held her body that was getting colder tightly, crying like a child for the first time, looking down upon the emperor of the world. Her departure took away half of his flesh and blood and all his warmth.
Since then, the prosperous times have remained the same, and the Holy Lord Mingjun has worked hard to govern, but no one can call him "Second Brother" anymore. He built a high pavilion and looked at her mausoleum day and night.
