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

When the little prince secretly raised the poisoned knife, Abao wanted to pretend to be dead to stop him.

But she still couldn't do anything.

Xuanyuan Fengran was shocked and stunned;

The handsome little prince had a cold smile.

The young prince told the cruel truth, how his father and mother planned to usurp the throne of Xuanyuan, and how his father personally killed the empress of the previous dynasty who was in the way.

"My father once said, even if you, King Feng Ran, kill everyone in the world, you won't kill me." The little prince was very proud, "I didn't expect that what my father said was true."

Po was stunned.

He watched helplessly as Xuanyuan Fengran fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his stabbed heart, quickly forming a pool of blood on the Tai Chi Hall.

The gate of Taiji Palace was wide open and Pei Guichen walked in slowly.

He was wearing the precious golden and jade imperial robe of the Tiansheng Dynasty and his face was cold.

"No one in the world would have thought that King Tu Fengran, who is obsessed with power and sex and has a romantic nature, actually has his precious niece in his heart."

Xuanyuan Fengran said nothing, just smiled deeply.

Then, he turned his head with difficulty and looked in the distance in the direction of the empress's tomb.

But the night was dark and the snow was blizzard-like, so it was impossible to see anything.

A Bao reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but the tears dripped from her palms.

She then remembered that she had been dead for a long time.

The next moment, Pei Guichen raised his sword and chopped off Xuanyuan Fengran's head.

Blood splattered all over Pei Guichen's face, and he had no expression on his face.

"Propagate my decree. Xuanyuan Fengran was tyrannical and murderous, and raised an army to rebel. He shall be cut into pieces, tortured to death, his flesh shall be fed to dogs, and his bones shall be thrown into the river."

On the day of the execution at the street corner, there was a heavy rain, as if someone was crying.

From then on, there was no Xuanyuan in the world anymore.

Ah Bao was forced to watch day and night, Pei Guichen and Xiao Jingyue, the emperor and empress, being in love and having many children; he watched the world submit to him and the literati singing praises of Pei Guichen and Xiao Jingyue as a fairy couple.

Until one day, the osmanthus tree in front of her tombstone bloomed.

She heard familiar footsteps.

It’s Pei Guichen.

He was wearing an imperial crown and looked majestic, but his eyes and eyebrows showed that he was old and his hair was full of white.

He was no longer as handsome and clear as the moon in the sky when she first saw him.

Pei Guichen lit a stick of incense in front of her tomb.

He called her by her nickname.

"Abao."

Then, he sat in front of her tomb for a whole day and night.

Until the golden osmanthus flowers fell all over his shoulders and the sun slowly rose among the peaks.

Pei Guichen looked at the scorching sun between the clouds in the distance, a faint smile appeared in his black eyes, and then a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

"Abao, I missed you."

A Bao wanted to strangle him to death.

In fact, she did.

But when she pinched Pei Guichen's neck, what followed was an anxious call.

"Po? Po? Wake up! The auspicious time for the election is approaching!"

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw her mother, Concubine Wen, who had died many years ago.

Concubine Wen was dressed in a dignified and luxurious palace dress, but her movements were very violent. She reached out and dragged her to the bronze mirror, and sighed while dressing her up.

"When mother held you in her arms for the first time, you were so small, smiling at me with your big black eyes. Now, you are choosing a husband, getting married and having children."

Concubine Wen never got tired of reminding him again and again.

"When you enter the Imperial Palace later, you must be dignified and serious. Don't lose the manners of a princess and give those censors something to talk about."

Abao had heard these words before, word for word.

She died at the age of thirty-six, her soul was imprisoned for fifty years, but one day she returned to the age of eighteen.

On this day, she will choose a husband.