After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The imperial tomb is very quiet.

Po lay in the coffin, quietly reflecting on his life.

Ten years ago, she ascended the throne as empress by accident, married Pei Guichen, the top of the Qilin list, as her husband, and gave birth to the cute little prince Yuan Zhao.

Just when she was about to create the prosperity of the Great Qi Dynasty, she died.

Died at the hands of Pei Guichen, the man beside her.

Seven soul-calming nails, a bronze coffin, and a coffin filled with boiling red-hot molten iron.

Pei Guichen hated her so much that he wanted her soul to be trapped in the Bronze Hall for eternity.

She watched helplessly as Pei Guichen appointed the daughter of King of Jiangnan, her cousin Xiao Jingyue, as the new queen of Tiansheng the second year after her death.

She heard the sweet sounds of their wedding chamber.

Xiao Jingyue called out in a delicate voice, "Brother Guichen", which was so disgusting that it made her, a dead person, feel sick.

After this, the new queen treated the young prince so well that everyone in the emperor praised her.

Deep in A Bao's heart, there was a sense of relief that he had survived the disaster.

Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Pei Guichen did not allow Xiao Jingyue to mistreat or harm their child.

Until one day, the maid beside Xiao Jingyue couldn't help it and reminded her.

"Empress, there is only one East Palace. You will have a legitimate prince in the future. The little prince is the son of the previous empress. You have to be careful!"

"Who said Yuan Zhao is not my biological son?"

Xiao Jingyue was very proud, "The child of that bitch Xuanyuan died at birth. Yuan Zhao is the biological son of me and Brother Guichen. Now Brother Guichen has become the emperor, I am the queen, and Yuan Zhao is the prince. Finally, our family is reunited."

As a dead person, Po's brain isn't as useful as it was when she was the empress.

But she still understood what Xiao Jingyue said.

One of the reasons why Pei Guichen was able to change the dynasty so easily was that he still made Yuan Zhao the crown prince of the new dynasty, so the future royal bloodline would still have a share of Xuanyuan.

But the truth is, her child had died long ago, and Xiao Jingyue's child enjoyed everything instead of her child.

She endured the bone-eating pain in the bronze coffin, and felt resentment, hatred, and murderous intent.

But she was dead, there was nothing she could do.

A Bao watched helplessly as the throne that originally belonged to her was now occupied by Pei Guichen.

Over the next ten years, members of the Xuanyuan royal family died one after another in bizarre ways.

She knew that everyone in the imperial capital also knew that it was Pei Guichen's work.

However, because Pei Guichen's throne was becoming increasingly secure, no one dared to resist.

Until the young crown prince Yuan Zhao changed his surname from Xuanyuan to Pei.

The last member of the Xuanyuan royal family of the Daqi Dynasty, Xuanyuan Fengran, the uncle she hated the most, led 600,000 cavalrymen under the phoenix flag to the south and trampled upon the imperial capital.

The battle was difficult, but Xuanyuan Fengran won in the end.

Pei Guichen was imprisoned and Xiao Jingyue was deposed.

But although he was only one step away from the throne, Xuanyuan Fengran did not ascend the throne.

On the day of victory, Xuanyuan Fengran changed the surname of the little prince Pei Yuanzhao back to Xuanyuan.

On the eve of the young prince's coronation ceremony, the huge Taiji Hall was dead silent.

Xuanyuan Fengran held up a pot of osmanthus wine and drank with the little prince.

There was a line of clumsy and childish handwriting engraved on the white porcelain bottle, and the edges were badly worn, obviously having been rubbed by someone's fingertips day and night.

After three rounds of drinking, my face was drunk and my eyes were hot.

Xuanyuan Fengran looked at the little prince, and through the young boy, tried hard to find the shadow of his old friend.

But in the end, Xuanyuan Fengran said dejectedly, "Why don't your eyebrows look like your mother's at all?"

Before he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Fengran suddenly patted the young boy on the shoulder.

The young boy looked at the black armor with blood stains that had not yet dried, and the two swords, one long and one short, on Xuanyuan Fengran's waist, and fear appeared in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Fengran casually stuffed the Phoenix Flag Iron Cavalry's tiger talisman into the young boy's palm, stroking the clumsy handwriting on the wine bottle, and said hoarsely: "Don't worry, this world will always belong to our Xuanyuan family, that is, to you, Xuanyuan Yuanzhao."

A Bao discovered that she had never seen through this Emperor's Uncle Feng Ran from the beginning to the end.

He is the Man-Slaughtering King, commanding an army of his own.

When she was in power, she was on guard against him day and night, fearing that he would lead the Phoenix Banner Iron Cavalry into the imperial capital, take her life, and seize her throne. However, since she ascended the throne, the only time he stepped into the imperial capital was with 600,000 iron cavalry to avenge her.