I Regret It

On the day that the imperial concubine Li Zhihe died, there was a heavy snowfall at the border where the Li family had guarded for generations. Fengguan Xiapei, who had not been waiting for her during her lifetime, was buried in the bottomless imperial mausoleum together with her coffin. There was no snow falling in the capital, and the wind was calm. When he heard the news of her death, the glorious emperor showed no trace of sadness. He only told the treasury to be empty and that the funeral ceremony for the imperial concubine should not be too extravagant. Li Zhihe looked at everything after his death and wished he could vomit a mouthful of blood. It turned out that the so-called political instability was just an excuse to wait until she had a child to seal her off. The health soup this man coaxed her to drink every day was full of child-avoiding drugs. How could she have a child? Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. She closed her eyes and her past obsessions disappeared. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to the time when she first entered the palace. Looking at the emperor who asked her to obey the rules and be cautious in her words and deeds, and the ladies from the aristocratic families around her who were eager to take away her so-called favor... Li Zhihe sneered, saying that she was ill and had closed the palace door tightly. She didn't care about the emperor's love. She just wanted to die here quietly and become the last bargaining chip for her father and brother An Xin to control the army at the border. The heavy doors were locked and the palace was miserable and silent, but she was happy with it. Zhao Jinxing is an emperor who has been praised by the cabinet literati. He worked hard to govern and fulfilled his duties. Compared with the ridiculous late emperor, he almost single-handedly reorganized the Zhao Kingdom. But this emperor failed someone. It wasn't until that person died that he realized that the emperors' schemes in the past had no chance of winning in the face of a true heart. Elsewhere Copywriting time 2024.10.06 Modification time 2025.03.08 Everything shall be subject to the text Pre-collection of ancient sayings about chasing your wife "Wu Xijun" The Zhilan Yushu, the daughter of a declining husband, spoke out of the ordinary, making the people around her jealous who were waiting to see her lively as an orphan. Wei Wei also treasures his only relative in the world very much. All the wild ginseng that he wanted to exchange for the land was replaced with medicine to treat his injuries. He can use whatever good things are in the house first. It's just that this husband, for some unknown reason, always wants to return to the capital, and he is so anxious that he doesn't know what to do. The aunt next door said that if she had a child, she would tie up this man. In the middle of the night, Wei Wei pinned this man down on the newly made bamboo bed. She couldn't control her left and right. After a few random kisses, she was satisfied and wanted to leave, but she was grabbed by the waist. Does this woman really not understand or is she just pretending? Pei Junluo gritted his teeth, smelled the elegant fragrance on the tip of his nose, and sighed, forget it, he is his savior after all. Later, as soon as Shiwei blew out the light, he saw that noble and incomparable man already lying on his bed, with a stubborn look on his face and said that he had pledged himself to save his life. But later, the declining husband said he wanted to go home, but there was no news. Wei Wei waited for a long time, and all she waited for was a thick stack of banknotes and a letter asking her to forget all about it. It turned out that that person was actually the current prince, no wonder he looked down on her. Why waste such effort? She just wants a family. With this money, she can find an honest and kind man to live her life well. There are too many people in this world who deceive her into declining. One more person is not too much. It was only with great difficulty that he opened a lively wine shop in Kyoto. With a smile on his face, he looked at the Jinling youths surrounding him with his abacus, thinking that it would be good to choose a husband among them. However, he saw that the group of people suddenly dispersed in fright. The new emperor's car was parked outside. "In decline, don't look at them, just look at me." Pre-collection of the ancient saying Chasing Wife "Who Pity Her" Jiang Hechuan, the number one son in the capital, was a man of great literary talent and the eldest son of the imperial family. At a young age, he had already entered the cabinet and became a close minister of the emperor. But on his birthday, such a person inexplicably got a vulgar "cousin". Ye Qiqi is a small vendor who works hard to earn a living in the city. She looks miserable all day long. She has nothing special except for her stature. But that day when it was raining heavily, she was delivering vegetables to the abbot of Hanshan Temple. She happened to meet Mrs. Jiang who was going to offer incense, and she suddenly discovered that the two of them looked so similar. It turns out that when Mrs. Jiang gave birth, the former prince rebelled, and when he was moving around, he carried the wrong baby. One is a fake young master who is close to the emperor, and the other is a real daughter who is vulgar in the market. How to choose? Taifu Jiang sighed, and Mrs. Jiang wiped away her tears. In the end, the Jiang family only had a distant cousin. She couldn't understand the female precepts, couldn't learn to embroider or play the piano, and she didn't know anything about painting or poetry. The instructor was so angry that he threw the ruler down, and Mrs. Jiang covered her heart and shook her head repeatedly. She was about to make a joke in the capital circle. Fortunately, her cousin Jiang Hechuan was willing to teach her patiently. He was an unrivaled noble man, like a gentleman. He looked at her with gentle eyes and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. With just one glance, Ye Qiqi felt ashamed of herself. No wonder my parents would choose this way. She carefully learned to be a lady, but she secretly and openly inquired about Jiang Hechuan's preferences. She hoped that she could be more like what he liked, even a little bit. Later at the banquet, the velvet flowers with lush leaves attracted the appreciation of the eldest princess. She was overjoyed and went to see him holding the rewarded jade pendant, but she overheard a conversation between him and his friend at the corner. "Just a burden." The cold voice was extremely familiar, but the words he spoke were extremely unfamiliar. "We have to get out of this trouble as soon as possible." Only then did Ye Qiqi realize that there was no one in the entire Jiang family who was worthy of her nostalgia. In that case, why stay there any longer. When she came, she brought with her all the belongings she had accumulated in the market, wishing she could carve out her heart, but when she left, she only brought an embroidered handkerchief stained with tears. Jiang Hechuan has always known his identity, and he has been dormant for so many years, just because he wants to seek justice for his parents who died unjustly. The appearance of the real daughter of the Jiang family was a trouble for him, and he needed to get rid of her. But when she smiled at him without warning, looked at him without any calculation in her eyes, and carefully tried to please him, Jiang Hechuan softened his heart for the first time. Concept: Trust is a double-edged sword