Jun smiled and continued, "Chen'er, only in this way your father will not pursue it. You have been a virtuous for nine years, don't resent your father and mother, they are helpless."

"Auntie, Chen'er won't blame me." Xuanyuan Zhichen replied calmly.

"Chen'er, you have been with your aunt since you were young, and your heart and demeanor are worthy of the emperor." Jun looked at the child in front of you who treated him as if he had raised him with one hand. "Your father is ashamed of you and will treat you kindly. If I go without a trace, your father will also be angry with you. Your father is rich in children and is in his prime, and none of the women around your father are incompetent. For this world, your brothers will definitely be more and more, and you will also work very hard. Your aunt regards you as a parent-child, and there are only so many things that can do for you."

"Auntie!" Xuanyuan Zhichen could no longer help but shed tears and knelt in front of Jun's bed.

"Silly child." Jun looked at the guilt and grief in Xuanyuan Zhichen's eyes, and reached out to wipe his tears and comforted him in a soft voice, "My aunt is a dying person, why bother to implicate many innocent people for me? You find another dead baby and send it back with me. This is also the last trace of blood in order to protect the Ning family. Chen'er, promise me that if you are the emperor in the future and take good care of my sister for me, you don't have to give her glory and wealth, just give her a lifetime of peace."

"Auntie, Chen'er promised you that she will definitely keep her sister safe for the rest of her life!" Xuanyuan Zhichen took a deep breath and made an extremely cautious promise.

Hearing the promise he wanted, Jun smiled with satisfaction, and the last trace of his eyes scattered, as if the bright moon was covered inch by thick clouds, losing its luster bit by bit.

Suddenly, Jun seemed to see the gentle emperor, the man who loved her for the rest of his life, spoiled her for the rest of his life, and accompanied her for the rest of his life, the man who did not love the country but only loved her, was extending a warm hand to her with a smile.

Her eyes gradually dimmed, but the smile on her lips became more and more gentle and sweet. From when did she hope to see no longer the man she loved and hurt, but this gentle smile that would never fade away?

It was the pear blossoms that were drizzling and the first meeting in the twilight mist. That stunning look back?

It’s the shallow pond raft bamboo, the green mountains and beautiful waters are infatuated, that burning and close hug?

It was the autumn maple and lotus, and the establishment of a mandarin alliance under the glazed lights. That lingering night?

Or is it that the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, and the city is destroyed and the pond is destroyed and the cause and effect are asked, what kind of gentle and affectionate love?

"An An, An An, I have used thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to fill your infatuation. Have you ever been moved by me, even a moment of heartache?"

When he asked the last question before parting, he asked so persistently, so decisively, so heartache, but she didn't have time to tell him. Now she finally saw her again, seeing the man she thought she would be away forever.

"Your Majesty, An An only sees his heart clearly at this moment. Is it too late?"

He smiled faintly, smiling with a warm smile: "It's not too late, not too late, no matter when, I will stand in the place where I look back and wait for you."

The smile on Jun's face was deeply engraved, which was a joy she had never had in her life.

"Auntie——"

"Empress——"

On August 15, the 10th year of Yongning, the imperial capital fell and the Daxing Empire entered the Central Plains. Three days later, Emperor Xuanyuan stepped into Zihuan Palace under the welcome of the second prince Xuanyuan Zhichen and the General of Jingguo. This was August 18, the 13th year of Fengze.

"Xingshi, Fu of the Imperial Capital" records that when the emperor entered Yongjing, the people knelt down thousands of miles away. The emperor saw the broken walls, the blood was mottled, and tears wept, and pity the misfortune of the people. He closed the Zihuan Palace gate, reflected on his own for five days but did not eat, and postponed the visit to him for three months.

The next year, the country's name Xing was changed to Jing, and the year's name "Fengze" was changed to Hong'an. The following year, it became the first year of Hong'an.
Chapter completed!