The emperor looked at her like that, as if he wasn't looking at her at all: "You think I don't know? I have indulged you three times and four times, and I only pretend to be ignorant of all your actions, because I only hope to give you the greatest love in the world, and you do these things again and again. Do you think I am a fool?"
Xingniang was exhausted, so she took two steps back. The shallow and narrow spring shirt seemed too big for her body. The wind outside made her sleeves fly up, like apricot red branches. Her whole body was enveloped in the moonlight, hazy like a dream. He had lost her for eight years and searched for her for eight years. Now he finally found her. He only thought it was God's greatest gift to her, and it was the same. He only thought that loving her, doting on her, and loving her with all his life could make up for the eight years he had failed her. But it turned out to be just a wishful thinking, but it turned out that he was wrong all along. She doesn't remember him anymore, only her Western Region, her Eastern Turks, and her Tiegelao Lan Khan.
The sound of her footsteps, one step after another, was clearly not heard at all, but he still heard it, and heard it clearly. Every step she took was like a knife, gouging out the pit of his heart, and then cutting it until the last piece of flesh and blood was blurred. The pain and regret was like thousands of arrows gathering, twisting into the depths of his internal organs. He finally turned around slowly and gave her the Mingdi in his hand. His voice was so calm that it was almost hopeless: "Is that what you want? I'll give it to you."