There is no record in history that Zhao Ji ever identified Ying Zheng as Lu Buwei's son.

So what should I do about the situation I am encountering now?

Could it be that my appearance has tampered with history and made things develop in a different direction?

I turned around in fear, looked at Zhao Ji, and asked: "Queen Mother, if I leave immediately, will you really keep your promise and not tell anyone about A Zheng's life experience?"

"I swear to God, King Qin's life experience will be kept as a secret and buried underground with me forever. If I disobey it, I will die of internal dissection." After saying that, she actually took out a knife and cut her finger, and dripped blood into it.

In the cup, drink it all in one gulp.

I staggered out of the Fuyang Palace. Lu'er followed me and helped me onto the carriage. I was silent all the way.

I am confused and confused about the scene that just happened. This is a scene that does not exist in history. Has my appearance ruined the trajectory of history?! I have changed the fate of Ying Zheng and will make Ying Zheng die without a burial place!

But how can I bear to let him get hurt? Should I leave?!

My mood was low, like the low pressure before a storm. I felt so tight in my chest that I could hardly breathe. Zheng, what should I do?!

Back in the palace, I sat in front of the window, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze, isolating myself from everything around me like an old monk in trance. The distorted expression on Queen Mother Zhao Ji's face when she cursed just now appeared repeatedly in my mind.

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"Qingchi, what are you thinking about?" A pair of big, generous hands appeared on my shoulders. The owner of the arms pulled me into a warm embrace. It was Ying Zheng. I knew it was him without even looking.

He put his face against my cheek and asked gently: "What are you thinking about?"

"No, I didn't think anything of it!" I raised my hand to touch his hand on my shoulder, and looked sideways at him. He had been busy with government affairs these days, and Ying Zheng looked a little haggard. I raised my hand to touch his cheek again.

, "Azheng, you have lost weight these days, don't work too hard!"

"Qingchi, don't change the subject. What were you thinking about just now? I called you several times but you didn't answer. Lu'er said you've been like this since forever. What's on your mind?" Ying Zheng hugged me on his lap.

, encircling me in his arms, eyes wandering on my face.

On the carriage back to the palace, I told Lu'er not to tell Ying Zheng that we went to the Queen Mother, so Lu'er probably didn't say much.

"I'm just in a daze and thinking." I leaned my head on his head and asked weakly: "Azheng, what will you do if I leave you one day?"

"There won't be such a day when you are destined to be my woman for the rest of your life!" Ying Zheng said firmly. He raised his head and kissed me on the face with a smile. It seemed that he didn't take these words to heart.

I asked weakly: "What if that happens one day? Will you be angry? Will you blame me?" I lowered my head, not daring to look at him or meet his eyes.

"If someone robs you, I will cut that person into pieces; if you want to leave on your own, I will chase you to the ends of the earth to find you! After you are found, you will be subject to ten tortures!" Ying Zheng raised his hand and creaked.

My armpits.

"Ahaha, ahaha, I beg for mercy, spare my life, please forgive me for your life..." I kept dodging, laughing so hard that I almost died.

"You still dare to think wildly, well, you are pregnant, and having heavy thoughts is not good for the fetus." He stopped talking to me, raised his hand to touch my slightly protruding belly, and I put my hand on the back of his hand.

Touch our children.

Child, what should mother do?
Chapter completed!