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Complex expressions of shame, anger, resentment, and unwillingness flashed across his face. In the end, he turned and left after leaving a cruel word.

"I really didn't expect that you were so eager to go and accompany my father. Could it be that I was hindering you? Since you can't wait any longer, why don't you just move out tomorrow?"

When the true thoughts hidden deep in his heart were ruthlessly exposed, his defenses were instantly broken and he could only blame others stubbornly.

The shame and anger came from the fact that his despicable act of trying to use his wife to exchange for wealth and fame was exposed, and the resentment came from the fact that this woman did not even have the slightest attachment to him.

And that last bit of unwillingness came from the fact that he finally understood that with the help of this woman, he had no hope of ascending the supreme throne.

If we trace back to the source, perhaps there is still some true feeling in his past love for her. However, compared with the temptation brought by power and status, this love is simply insignificant.

The man left in a huff, and the next morning, he sent his men to take the woman to the Taoist temple.

"Father, I have no more feelings for her, so I will let her pack her bags and go to the Taoist temple."

He tried to take advantage of this opportunity to gain the emperor's attention in order to improve his own status. The emperor stared at his beloved son with a deep gaze.

"How could you let her go so easily? I wonder how she is doing in the Taoist temple."

There was an indescribable light of joy flashing in the depths of the emperor's eyes, but at the same time, he began to doubt the motives behind his son's sudden behavior. Prince Shou lowered his head and whispered.

"Her heart is no longer with me, so it is futile to try to keep her."

At this critical moment, he actually accused her of infidelity. He is truly a "model husband"!

The emperor secretly guessed his son's true thoughts, and after some time, he went to the Taoist temple to visit the woman in person.

He had sent his men to secretly monitor her for a long time. When he learned that she was considering becoming a nun, he became extremely anxious and rushed here in a hurry.

Even though the woman had lost hope in her husband, it was harder than climbing to heaven for her to develop feelings for the old man in front of her.

After all, how much true love can there be between an old man in his twilight years and a young, beautiful and graceful woman? Moreover, she had just been abandoned by her husband not long ago, and her heart was still hurt. How could she be so easily moved by others?

The plot that unfolded next was undoubtedly the farce of the old man struggling with the beautiful girl. Hua Ningyao felt nauseous and complained in her heart.

"Oh my God! I really want to go and see those elegant poets. I really have no interest in this old guy."

. . . . . .

However, no matter how the woman tried to get rid of the man's entanglement, she never succeeded despite her several attempts to become a nun.

Until one quiet night, no one knew what she was thinking about, but the next morning she accepted the old man's love without hesitation, quickly packed her luggage and returned to the palace with him.

Time flies, and now two years have passed. The old man is naturally ecstatic because he finally got the beauty.

It’s a pity that the beauty he finally pursued after such a long time did not receive much love and pity after he brought her back to the palace.

This woman was in the palace, but she suffered malicious targeting from concubines from all sides. They were jealous of her beauty and favor, and used all kinds of means to exclude and frame her.

In the end, the poor woman suffered a miscarriage and was severely traumatized physically and mentally. However, what was even more heartbreaking was that she was constantly accused by the outside world, and was abused as a shameless person who seduced her master.

But no one dared to mention the emperor's fault, and all the bad reputation fell on the shoulders of this innocent woman.

After years of hardship and her ex-husband's ruthless sarcasm, the woman's state of mind changed drastically overnight.

She decided to let go of her past resentment and unwillingness and accept the man who had hurt her wholeheartedly.

From then on, she took the initiative to pester him every day, trying her best to please him. Not only that, she also cleverly pushed her talented brother to the forefront.

As it turned out, her brother was indeed very capable. Before long, he had managed the affairs of the court in an orderly manner, allowing the emperor to be freed from the tedious government affairs and enjoy a rare quiet time.

Perhaps it was because he was too exhausted from playing the role of a wise monarch for so long, or perhaps the prosperous scene before him made him feel arrogant.

In short, the emperor handed over the supreme power to her brother without any scruples, while he himself indulged in the lingering love with the imperial concubine all day long.

As time went by, the woman finally got her wish and ascended to the high position, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

At the same time, her ex-husband gradually faded out of the emperor's sight due to his fall from favor, and his status plummeted. This series of dramatic changes makes people sigh at the impermanence of fate and the ups and downs of life.

. . . . . . .

"Have you not seen the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never coming back? Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror beside the bed..."

Hua Ningyao heard the beginning of the song that was engraved in her bones, and she turned around to look towards the source of the voice.

"Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, I will sing a song for you, please pour it out for me. Bells, drums, jade and silk are not expensive enough, I just want to be drunk forever. All the saints and sages in ancient times are dead..."

Wait... is it like this? Hua Ningyao's memory was a little confused. She felt that the poems she had seen countless times seemed different.

She floated in front of the man and saw a bearded man in a white robe, leaning casually on the couch with a wine glass in his hand.

With his long sword lying beside him, he recited a famous line after taking a sip of wine, his face full of heroic and unrestrained emotions.

She finally met that person, the one that people in later generations loved so much, but also hated so much.

People like him because of his talent and his poems have made countless people fall in love with him. But people hate him because many of his poems are included in textbooks and it is really painful to memorize them.

Not to mention others, Hua Ningyao has a filter for two people in history. One is Mr. Wolong in the Northern Expedition, and the other is this immortal poet.

"Hahaha……"

Perhaps she now knew why there were so many versions of this poem.

There were a lot of people at the scene, even people were watching from far away. He was reciting poems and his fans were writing furiously.