Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 350

I couldn't help but laugh: How could I let go? Even if I didn't raise them myself, they are still my precious children.

Sigh! In the end, my thoughts will still remain here.

"Babies, learn to take care of yourselves." I covered them with the blankets and got out of bed.

I spread out the thin paper on the table and presented him with this nearly completed copy of the *Zizhi Tongjian* as a gift after the meeting…

Am I too indecisive, or are you too heartless? Do I owe you a debt, or should you repay my love?

A love story so poignant, too complex to tell under the moon! So many feelings, too numerous to express: Xuan Si, autumn is almost here. Open the window and tell Miao Miao, the leaves have fallen, the fruits have been harvested, and the true beginning of a long and fruitful harvest is here…

Rubbing my sore eyes, I put down the calligraphy brush. The small, elegant characters in regular script were graceful.

I laughed as I looked at my own handwriting: I've completely forgotten I'm a master calligrapher, haha...

--squeak--

The autumn equinox brought a chill to the air. I glanced at my child, who was fast asleep, and got up to close the window.

Just as he reached out, a free-spirited figure stood by the window. If this man were a few years younger, he would surely be the object of many men's affections: "Mr. Wei, what brings you here so late at night?"

Wei Zhen casually shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. Some people won't cooperate, so I have to come and ask for their help."

The person you're looking for isn't here.

"How long does the mistress intend to stay here?"

"It's none of your business."

“I’m asking on behalf of my master.”

"Your master is not omnipotent."

"Wrong, my master is omnipotent."

"I have no interest in arguing with you. My affairs are none of his business."

"My lady, it's understandable for men to make mistakes sometimes, so please don't take it so seriously."

"Please leave!"

"Haha, mistress, the master's patience has its limits."

"Then let's wait and see how it goes." I tried to close the window.

Wei Zhen suddenly pressed down forcefully on the wooden frame: "Mistress! I am not the master, please do not test the master's feelings!"

“You are far inferior to your master! If it were him, he wouldn’t be blocking my way.”

"Madam! It would be best to return as soon as possible!"

"Thank you for the suggestion!"

Wei Zhen suddenly chuckled, the marks of time giving his laugh an eerie quality: "Mistress, you should be grateful for the master's tolerance. The young master's matter is not a problem for the master at all. As long as the Sikong Mansion is willing, anything is possible, including memories."

I didn't even bother glaring at him: "I know, threat successful!"

"Farewell, it's not a good place to stay in the palace for too long. Haha, there are too many beautiful women. I'm afraid I might not be able to resist giving the Emperor a cuckold's horns! Haha!" His laughter was arrogant, not at all afraid of attracting the attention of the guards.

Ultimately, it's a world for the strong.

...

I closed the window, completely abandoning the idea of taking Ao Ao with me.

The ink on the "Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government" on the table had dried, so I took out needle and thread and bound it into a book.

Whether it's useful or not, I've done my best. This book is almost finished with these last few steps. I'm leaving now. Remember to think of your mother.

...

As the morning court session began, I kissed Qianqian and Ao'ao, changed into casual clothes, and went to the place I didn't want to go...

The damp ground bore the footprints of animals, and tiny insects fluttered about, displaying their vibrant beauty. Two large knives came at me, but I pulled out my jade pendant and entered without hindrance.

She sat on the haystack, holding a piece of dead wood in her hands. Her dreamy eyes were just like her mother's at this moment. Now she had shed her former glory, but it was still impossible to hide her stunning beauty that had once blossomed.

“Xi Lingjin…”

She remained seated, seeing me and seeing right through me.

"Xi Lingjin".

"Should I die?" She gazed into the distance, her voice flat, as if she had seen through the illusions of the world and was ready to let go at any moment.

"You won't die,"

She laughed scornfully: "Of course I'm going to die. He's already prepared to send me on my way."

"You are Consort He."

"He saved it for you."

"It's yours." Seeing you makes me even clearer that it's yours.

Xi Lingjin's gaze slowly approached me. Her reflection in the mirror exuded a noble air that surpassed mine. Born into an imperial family, she possessed the domineering aura that her mother unconsciously revealed.

She looked at me sadly, the angelica now covered in dust: "Ao'ao... is gone."