When Zhu Youtang died, he thought everything was over.
He remembered the extinguished lamp in the Nuan Pavilion of Qianqing Palace, and Jinhua's cry as if separated by a layer of ice. He raised his hand to wipe her tears, but it only passed through her white hair. He saw that she was getting old, that the new emperor did not recognize her, that the palace people looked down upon her, that she was touching an old robe on a snowy night, and said softly: "Youtang, Houzhao, you don't want me anymore."
He called her, but she couldn't hear him.
When I woke up again, it was February of the eleventh year of Chenghua. The wind in Xiyuan was still cold. He shook the hand of the six-year-old child, with mud still embedded in the nails.
Zhang Min knelt in front of him, his eyes red: "Master, the emperor wants to see you."
The mother-in-law is still alive. Zhang Min is still alive. Wu Feihou is still alive.
He lowered his head, held back his tears, and just said "hmm".
In this life, he does not seek to be spectacular. I just hope that my mother can die of old age, I just hope that Zhang Min can live a long life, I just hope that the girl named Zhang Jinhua doesn't have to spend all the snowy nights alone.
I just hope that when she sees the pomegranate flowers blooming again, she won't have to stand on tiptoe.
The sixth house of his life was empty, and he gave all his preference to her. But after his death, the family fell apart, her dignity was lost, and it ended miserably.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to his boyhood in the East Palace.
In his previous life, he could give her all kinds of favors, but he could not protect her from the storm after death.
In this life, I not only have to show my deep love to her, but also clear the hidden dangers in the court, restrain my relatives, and pave the way for my future.
He wants his queen to be safe and worry-free from her youth to her old age.
