It was late at night, and the harem at night seemed particularly peaceful. It was so peaceful that it was scary, just like the tranquility before the storm. It was so scary that I felt panicked.

I opened my hazy sleepy eyes and woke up. I only felt severe pain in my lower abdomen. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But I didn’t have any nostalgia for the world. I was tired, really tired. But why did I still die?

No. I feel sad and there is no point in living anymore.

Fine clothes, fine food, silks and satins cannot hide the emptiness in my heart. What I want is not glory and wealth. Those things cannot give me the happiness I want. Those are just things outside of me. They may disappear in an instant. Only feelings will remain unchanged for thousands of years.

.I want to get up, but my heart hurts.

Yulian looked at it and hurriedly came to help me: "What do you want, Madam? Tell me, the imperial doctor said that your body is still very weak and you need to be carefully nursed back to health. Don't move around."

"It's nothing, I just feel a little thirsty." I spoke slowly, feeling that my lips were so dry that they were about to burst.

"Mom, I've made tea." She slowly brought it over.

"Mother, do you think the heat is okay?" she asked gently, for fear that the temperature of the water would not suit my liking.

I touched the rim of the cup with my hand, and the temperature was moderate. I nodded slightly.

I took a sip. It smelled so good that I couldn't help but smack my lips.

"Is it Yuqian Longjing?" I asked in surprise. This is my favorite tea. How did Yulian know that I like to drink this kind of tea?

"Yes, ma'am, does it taste good?" she asked timidly.

"Yulian, you are so kind. You know what kind of tea I like to drink." I suddenly smiled slightly. It was enough to have a close friend in the palace.

"As long as the empress is happy." Yulian looked very happy after hearing my compliment. Her eyes narrowed to a slit.

"Your Majesty, Yulian doesn't understand why your Majesty is so stupid and wants to kill herself?" she asked in confusion.

"Yulian, there are some things you won't know unless you have experienced them." I suddenly sighed.

"But your Majesty, you should also think about the people who care about you. They will be very sad if you die." Yulian's simple answer contains profound truths. Perhaps those real philosophies are nurtured in plainness.

"I know, but... I'm really unhappy." As I said that, my tears fell like broken beads.

"It's Yu Lian's fault. It makes your Majesty sad. Please stop talking. My Majesty, please have a good rest. I will tell the Emperor that you have woken up." Just as I was about to stop her, I saw her leaving in a hurry.

Watching her leave, I fell into deep thought. Yes! I shouldn't cherish my life so little. My mother can never bear the blow of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person. I should live well for my family. How can I even

Yu Lian knows the truth, but I don’t understand it?

At this time, I saw the prince coming to my bedroom with a smile on his face.

The emperor's brother should have come to visit me. He bowed slightly and saluted: "Empress, I heard from the emperor that you are not feeling well. So you came here to see if your health is okay?"

"It's nothing, just rest for a while. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty," I replied politely.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to be so outspoken. Since there is nothing to do, I will leave first, and your Majesty will have a good rest."

"My lord, please go slowly." Someone came and saw the prince out. The two maids went out to welcome him. When he left, he gave me a meaningful look, which surprised me. It was an unpredictable look.

The imperial doctor often came to see me and gave me some prescriptions. Although those medicines were expensive and could heal the wounds on my body, they could not heal the wounds in my heart. Once the heart was wounded, it would be difficult to heal.

The general is not allowed to enter my palace. Sometimes I drag my sick body to the imperial garden, and I often see him looking at me from a distance. The tangled look in his eyes makes me heartache. Since the last time, the emperor has become more wary of him.

I'm afraid that if he has a chance to contact me again, I'm also afraid that I'll do something stupid like last time.

The emperor often comes to see me, gives me medicine, and sits beside my bed with nothing on his clothes. Looking at his tired face, I gradually feel a little heartache. Why does Xin'er hurt the emperor like this, and the emperor still treats me so well?

Love is giving with regret, giving without thinking of reward.
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