Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

Chapter 320 Previous Life 47

After easing the pain in her heart, Cui Xianxian wiped away the tears from her face expressionlessly and became the dignified queen she used to be.

When Jin Zhao fainted, she rushed to Zhaoming Palace immediately and wanted to take care of Jin Zhao personally, but was stopped by Guyu and Jingzhe, who said that the emperor was unconscious and she was needed to take charge of the situation.

Thinking that Luo Qin and her son were all killed, Cui Xianxian felt relieved and did not think too much about it. She ordered the palace servants to prepare everything needed for the deceased concubines and princes.

As soon as she heard the news that Jin Zhao had woken up, she rushed over impatiently. Along the way, Cui Xianxian had mixed feelings and was always ready to play the role of a qualified and gentle queen.

When she finally stepped into the bedroom, she saw Jin Zhao lying on the dragon bed. Cui Xianxian threw herself directly onto the bed, tears pouring out like a flood. Her cries echoed throughout the palace, "Wuwuwuwu... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how are you? I'm so worried..."

However, when she looked at Jin Zhao carefully, she was shocked by the scene before her and was speechless.

Jin Zhao's long, jet-black hair had now turned gray, and his originally handsome face looked extremely haggard.

Cui Xianxian opened her eyes wide, unable to believe what she saw. She reached out her trembling hand, wanting to touch Jin Zhao's white hair, and her tears flowed even more violently, "Your Majesty, your hair...what, what happened to it?" she asked with a sob, her voice full of grief.

hair.

Jin Zhao looked down and saw the hair hanging down on his chest...

White hair!

His pupils suddenly shrank, "Quickly bring the bronze mirror!"

"Here."

The palace maid quickly brought a bronze mirror, and Jin Zhao took it with trembling hands. The person in the mirror looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, and his hair, which was once jet-black and shiny, was now half white.

He stared blankly at himself in the bronze mirror for a long time without saying a word.

All the palace servants dared not breathe. Only Queen Cui covered her mouth and sobbed softly through her fingers.

It took a long, long time, so long that Guyu felt his legs were numb from standing. At this time, Jin Zhao looked in the mirror and burst into tears.

The young emperor with gray hair shed silent tears.

For the first time, he realized so clearly that Ping'er was really important to him, very important, very important... Ping'er was half of his life...

Jin Zhao's hands were tightly gripping the bronze mirror, as if he wanted to crush it, his eyes were empty and desperate, but more of it was the numbness that came from the extreme pain.

He recalled the woman's voice, smile and appearance, and those sweet memories of the past now became sharp blades that pierced his heart.

Only then did he realize that Luo Qin was all the good things in his life. Without her, he would be living like a walking corpse every day.

Isn't he a heartless person?

He thought that he was a selfish, hypocritical, sinister and ruthless person, and only in this way could he become a qualified emperor and sit firmly on the throne. But it turned out that he also possessed a long-lasting love that far exceeded that of ordinary men.

Ping'er...

"Clang."

The bronze mirror fell from the man's hand, making a loud noise in the silence.

"Your Majesty..." Cui Xianxian looked at her with tears in her eyes, full of worry.

Jin Zhao waved his hand tiredly, "Everyone get out..."

Cui Xianxian was very worried about his appearance, "Your Majesty..."

"Everyone get out!"

Jin Zhao's voice suddenly rose, and Cui Xianxian and everyone else were startled. Now they dared not disobey him anymore.

Cui Xianxian was filled with grief and resentment. She nodded with tears on her face: "Yes."

The palace maid helped the queen, who was kneeling in front of the window, to stand up, and left with the other palace servants one by one.

After everyone left, Jin Zhao sat numbly on the imperial bed, his thoughts drifting away.

Ping'er... Ping'er...