"A Feng, tell me, will this world get better?" Tears fell from Cheng Ping's eyes. She raised her head and asked Cheng Feng softly and helplessly.
"Yes, sister, it will change, everything will get better, believe me." Chengfeng stepped forward and pulled Chengping into his arms, and said to Chengping seriously as if he was making a promise.
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"Li Chengfeng, Li Zhan, didn't you tell me that you would get better? Didn't you say that you would become a wise monarch? Didn't you say that everything would be fine? Why did it become like this!" Cheng Ping's voice was stained with tears, as if a hole was torn out from his heart, and the words came out from inside.
"Why do you want to protect Zhou Fusheng? Why don't you tell right from wrong? Why?" Cheng Ping walked to Zhou Fusheng's table with the bloody sachet in his hand, pointed at him, and shouted to Cheng Feng.
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"Why? Why? Why exactly? I have never done a bad thing in my life, why did it become like this?"
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In the 13th year of Xueping, Li Zhan passed away. A generation of emperors, who was born in prominence and grew up in hardships, reigned for 13 years. He expanded the army and recruited talented ministers, reduced taxes and increased fields, and eradicated illnesses. He was not afraid of hardships and dangers during his lifetime. He did not enter the royal mausoleum after his death. A handful of ashes were scattered in the sky and earth, minus the worship of thousands of people, and he was known as the Xinghe Emperor in history.
What everyone lamented turned into dust and returned to dust, but it was the quilt that Li Zhanqiu came to share in life and death, and they would never be separated from each other again.
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