"It's out of respect to respond to things without being slow and respectful." Empress Zhao took out the plain white brocade handkerchief, pressed the corner of her left eye, and said softly and slowly: "Concubine Chun was always respectful and respectful when she was alive, and she never slacked off in serving you. I treat her as a true sister, and I don't want to be jealous of my beauty." Zhou Rong tilted his head to look at his queen, with prominent cheekbones and sunken cheeks, and the right hand holding the handkerchief was also crisscrossed with veins, which was very scary. The ticking sound of a Western clock could be heard in her ears. Queen Zhao's eyes were fixed on the word "respect". Zhou Feng sighed, and Queen Zhao felt that there was a movement like thunder. "What the Queen said is very pertinent. I respect her as a pure imperial concubine, and her posthumous title is respectful."
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