The pain that pierced her heart was even more intense than the last time. She raised her delicate hands, covered her chest, and cried out uncontrollably.

The reason why she lived so long was because Nuo Xi was still there. The last time Nuo Xi left, she thought about committing suicide.

But this time Nuo Xi really left, her heart ached, but she also blamed herself. She blamed herself for why she didn't persuade Nuo Xi more in the first place. For the sake of her being her mother, Nuo Xi just

I won’t go.

But she didn't try to persuade her a few times.

Now, I blame myself endlessly.[

She cried softly, raised her head slightly, and tears came out of her eyes. She cried and blamed herself, "Chen, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of our two daughters, which led to her death. It's all

My bad..."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, the more she blamed herself, and the tears became more abundant, wetting her makeup. Her delicate facial features were not covered by rouge, and there were subtle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she still did not lose her former beauty.

Her face is still delicate and white.

Her clear eyes were stained with tears. Under the dim light of the moon, they looked crystal clear, like tears in the morning, pure and flawless, without a trace of dust.

"My beloved concubine..." Huang Pujue's tender voice sounded from behind her.

She hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, touched her cheeks with her slender jade hands, adjusted her makeup, and then took a breath to stabilize her sad mood. Her soft voice could not hide the lingering feeling after crying.

The hoarse voice said, "Well, Your Majesty----"

She turned around slowly, with faint traces of tears still remaining on her beautiful face. She smiled lightly at Huang Pujue, her thin lips curved gracefully and charmingly.

A sinister look flashed across Huang Pujue's eyes quickly, but the light in her eyes was terrifying, and there was an inexplicable anger in her heart. For so many years, she has been crying on this day every year, and the makeup on her face is obvious.

It was the tears that made it fade away.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, his eyes suddenly changed, and a warm smile appeared on his face. His clear voice was filled with deep love, "What's wrong with my beloved concubine? Why are you still not resting so late?"

He deliberately pretended to be confused. He knew in his heart that she was like this on this day every year, but he pretended not to know.

But in my heart I was extremely angry.

Huang Puchen has been dead for so long, but she still remembers him in her heart.

He hated, he especially hated Huang Puchen.

"Your Majesty, I am a little sad, because -----" When Concubine Lan thought of Emperor Pu Nuoxi, the sadness she had tried to control surged out again, and her originally red eyes became red again.

Stained with sparkling tears, she burst into tears and said sadly.

"My beloved concubine, I have passed away, so don't be sad." Huang Pujue's eyes flashed with pain, and his voice was very gentle.

"Your Majesty---Concubine--" Concubine Lan cried harder now. She raised her eyes and looked at Huang Pujue. Two lines of clear tears slowly slid down. Her hoarse voice was a bit...

Unable to pronounce words clearly.

Huang Pujue's cheetah-like eyes flashed with ferocious light, and then disappeared. How could he not know this woman's thoughts? She was clearly not mourning Huang Punuoxi, but clearly thinking about her old lover.
Chapter completed!