I was the Empress Dowager, and on my deathbed I felt I had failed my son.
When I opened my eyes, I had become Qingying, daughter of the Ula Nara clan, destined to marry Fourth Prince Hongli, my own grandson.
In my previous life, I sent my own son, Yongzheng, away to be raised by someone else. I watched him grow up all alone, yet kept up the airs of an Empress Dowager and never even shared a heartfelt word with him. As he held my hand at the end, all he asked was for me to sing him a nursery rhyme.
But I understood too late. He had only wanted a mother’s love.
In this life, I have become his son’s wife.
Hongli is another version of him, and I only want to stay by his side and make up for the debt I owe my child.
But in this deep palace, Fucha and Gao Xiyue are no pushovers. Fortunately, I spent decades as Empress Dowager. What storm haven’t I weathered?
I just never expected that...
On our wedding night, he took my hand and suddenly frowned. “The way you look at me... why do you look like you’re looking at a child?”
Hongli, I watched you grow up. Did you know that?
Me: ...
The writing is very good... In fact, it is more delicious to ignore the reincarnation of Qingying. Anyway, it is really good-looking. It is a rare fanfic that can be watched endlessly. It is very, very good. As Qingying itself, it is very fragrant, very fragrant and very fragrant! Come on, author!