Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 178 Young General: It's getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already winter

All the past events were exposed, and the old emperor could hardly accept it. In the past, he had a good relationship with Prince Ning. He did not expect that those loyal and meritorious officials who had made great military achievements would all be killed by him, and even the only royal family affection was wiped out by his suspicion and distrust.

The old emperor lay on the dragon bed, confused and always thinking of the extremely cruel struggle for the throne in the past. He could not tell who was right and who was wrong, as if everyone had a different stance and made different choices.

Just like he had seen all the tricks of his sons for so many years but did not intervene, waiting for the final winner to inherit the throne.

"Princess Qingyang has arrived."

The eunuch's sharp voice sounded, and he came to the old emperor's bedroom in luxurious Qingyang.

Qingyang just silently picked up the medicine, scooped it up with a spoon, put it to his lips and blew gently to cool it down, and then fed it to the old emperor.

When the old emperor looked at her, he could always see his childhood sweetheart through her eyes and brows. His cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, looking back on the long years.

"You and your mother are so similar, but her personality is a little different from yours." The old emperor sighed.

Qingyang looked at the gray-haired old man. The flesh on his face was loose and there were age spots at the corners of his eyes. His energy and spirit were greatly damaged by the serious illness, but it could still be vaguely seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young, so the children he gave birth to were all very handsome.

Princess Qingyang lowered her eyes slightly. The old emperor treated her very well, even spoiled her to the sky.

"Father, have you missed mother all these years?"

The old emperor said without thinking: "Yes."

"Your mother and I are childhood sweethearts. You may not believe me, but when I was young, I was not obsessed with this position. But there are some things that you cannot avoid fighting for. If you don't fight, you will die. At that time, what I liked most was to take time out from the bloody conspiracy to go to your mother. Your mother was sitting on the swing and smiling."

"Your mother waited for me for three years. I once promised her the position of queen, but unfortunately, I broke my promise in the end."

The old emperor also knew that Nangong Qingyang’s mother had plotted against him in the end, but he didn’t care.

He only knew that as long as he lived one more day, he would protect their two daughters for one more day.

The old emperor looked at Nangong Qingyang with kindness, stretched out his bony hands and placed them on Nangong Qingyang's head: "Niannian, after I leave, no matter which of your brothers sits on the throne, you will still be the most honorable princess of Liguo."

"You must fight for power, but don't lose yourself like your father did."

Princess Qingyang's eyes were slightly moist and she responded with a smile. When she was a child, she could not quite understand the old emperor, but as she grew older and struggled longer in the vortex of power and conspiracy, she also felt the sense of frustration and powerlessness.

There are some things that they really can't do just because they want to.

Just like an emperor, he has supreme power, but also has many things he cannot do.

"I always remember when I was little, I often sneaked in to look for my father and stretched out my hands to pull his beard. My father was obviously in so much pain that he gasped, but he still laughed and carried me on his back."

"Now, it seems that Father can no longer carry me."

Nangong Qingyang felt a bitter taste in her throat. In fact, she couldn't see through the old man in front of her. Among so many concubines, this man probably had some love for his mother.

She doesn't know, and she doesn't want to know.

Nangong Qingyang waited until the old emperor fell asleep before leaving the bedroom. She walked casually in the palace. The red walls were inlaid with white snow. Persimmons were still hanging on the branches, and the ripe ones fell to the ground. She slowly bent down and picked them up.

Passing through those numerous red doors, Nangong Qingyang felt for the first time the feeling of being lonely at the top.

She didn't know what she was thinking about, and gently closed her eyes: "It's fine, and I don't know when this fight will end. Le Ying, why do I suddenly miss the past so much? At that time, when I went to school, the Grand Tutor praised me for being smart, and I would stand up proudly every time to show off. After school, I would take some snacks and run through the doors."

When she was a child, she felt that the distance between each palace gate was very far, and it still seems very far now, but she will never again shake off those palace servants and run forward like she did before, with a large group of people behind her shouting at her to slow down.

"I'm hungry, let's go find my second brother for a meal."

Princess Qingyang said this and immediately went to find Nangong Zhe. Nangong Zhe was still staying in the teahouse, ordering a lot of dishes on his own without tasting them much. It was a complete waste.

Nangong Zhe looked at the empty seat in front of him and missed the time when he had dinner with the young general.

Although they were not the same type of people, they got along well when it came to eating. At least every time Nangong Zhe saw the young man eating, he felt his appetite improved a lot.

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he poured a glass of wine on the ground, sighing softly: "I really wanted to be your confidant at the beginning. I feel more comfortable in front of you than in front of those people, but you never seem to believe it."

Nangong Zhe thought that if the young general had not died, when he ascended the throne, he would definitely throw all the dirty work to that guy to make him angry to death, and then he would become a tyrant and play with his woman every day.

However, he was just thinking about this kind of thing. If he really became a tyrant, given Xu's bad temper, he would not care about his identity and would definitely beat him up if he caught him.

Perhaps before he ascended the throne, Nangong Zhe had already dreamed of becoming an emperor.

When Princess Qingyang arrived, she asked someone to bring her a pair of chopsticks and started eating. After she finished, she lazily said, "Second brother, why are you so sad? There are a few dancers in the Princess's Mansion recently. How about giving them to you to cheer you up?"

The second prince smiled coquettishly, shook his head, and said jokingly, "I have indulged myself in vocal music recently. Now my staff members point at my nose and scold me every day. They almost drown me with their saliva."

Princess Qingyang raised her eyebrows.

Speaking of which, she was quite interested in an aide in the Second Prince's Mansion. He was handsome and talented, but too conceited. After Xu Jinhuan returned to the capital, she never saw anyone else again.

As the two were talking, a piece of news coming from the frontier stunned them both. Princess Qingyang was so startled that the teacup she had just picked up shook, and a drop of tea spilled. The color of the flower embroidered on her clothes became darker.

"What did you say?"

"News came from the border that Xu Jinhuan is not dead. He led the Xu family army to stop the marriage team without authorization and took back the city that was seized by the Jiang Kingdom."