The two people who were obviously in love gradually became estranged due to the decline of their family.
"Shu'er, in the next life, if I don't become emperor, will you still marry me?"
"Sometimes when I look at the Emperor, I always feel that he is very pitiful. The people he loves leave him early, and every son he loves always..."
"Mengyou, whenever I sit on this dragon chair, I always feel that it weighs a thousand pounds. It would be great if I could go back to the days when I was still in the palace."
Fifty-five years after their wedding, the 72-year-old Emperor Li Yingtang was laid to rest in the suburban north compound.
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