Zhong Qing was a queen in her previous life, but was framed by her beloved concubine and died in the cold palace.
After her death, her soul lingered on. She saw with her own eyes that the young prince she had rescued ascended to the throne and killed all the traitors who had killed her.
Her soul continued to wander, watching him bury her in the imperial mausoleum, stay away from court for a month, wear plain clothes day and night, worship her in the Nuan Pavilion in the palace, kneel in front of her, and never wake up for a long time.
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Then he was reborn by chance. Seeing the concubine who was still pure and kind, Zhong Qing vowed to treat him well.
However, gradually, Zhong Qing noticed the difference from his previous life.
The third prince's mother and son were disrespectful to her the day before yesterday. Two days later, the third prince broke his leg on the hunting ground due to a fight with others.
The Minister of Household Affairs was at odds with her mother's family, so he took the opportunity to impeach her as a queen for being unworthy. Soon she was found to be corrupt, and the whole family was ridiculed.
Even the emperor came to her palace to cause trouble for her. Soon after, he was poisoned by the elixir and became paralyzed on the bed.
Zhong Qing turned his attention to his concubine, but he was as innocent and well-behaved as ever. His thin and strong muscles outlined the young man's elegant appearance.
How could it be him? Zhong Qing laughed dumbly. He thought too much about himself.
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Until the mountain collapsed and the new emperor ascended to power, Zhong Qing lamented that he had finally endured all the hardships and endured the end.
But later, one month after the death of Emperor Daxing, the imperial edict to appoint the Queen Mother had not yet been issued. The palace people served her with respect as before, and still called her "Queen".
Even Zhong Qing offered to move from Changqiu Palace to Ningshou Palace, but was told that Ningshou Palace was in disrepair and could not be moved in temporarily.
Zhong Qing felt uneasy, but the new emperor treated her with pure filial piety, and it was impossible to fault her.
Not only did she take care of herself in the morning and dusk, but she never missed anything, she also served her with medicine, food, shoes and socks, and never left others alone.
Tasting the decoction in person, she was meticulous and humble, and the imperial pressure in the eyes of outsiders was completely restrained by her.
Until she finally couldn't help it. On the Lantern Festival, she held his wrist while he was feeding her glutinous rice balls carefully: "The emperor should also find a close friend, so he doesn't have to accompany me, an old woman, during the festival."
The young emperor parted his lips: "You are not old."
Zhong Qing looked at the young man in front of him. The youthfulness and slimness of the past had faded away, and he was now fully grown and radiant, with a serious face and a godlike appearance.
She sighed softly: "Daxia also needs the emperor to continue his heirs."
He looked at her without saying a word, just smiling.
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In mid-May, the early summer heat was sultry, followed by loss of appetite, chest tightness, dizziness, bedridden, and vomiting.
The emperor was so impressed that he personally looked at the bed curtains and took his hand to diagnose his pulse, which was as smooth as a rolling ball.
Intention: love
