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

The gentle rustling sound brought Abao back to his senses.

She looked up in confusion, but saw stars falling from the sky, like a sea of ​​fire and silver flowers.

"Uncle, look!"

A Bao called out to someone nervously, but when he tried to hold his uncle's hand, he grabbed nothing.

Stunned, she looked around and realized that she hadn't known when -

She was the only one left on the jade steps hanging over the sea of ​​fog.

“Imperial uncle? …Imperial uncle!!”

A Bao called for help anxiously, but all he saw were groups of snow butterflies dancing around the pillars of support, and the wind carried them together to form countless brilliant bands of light.

She raised her eyes and looked at them, which were like flowing silver and gold, surrounding the eighteen giant tortoise-bone pillars.

Swish! It suddenly enveloped me!!

The moment he raised his hand to block the dazzling golden light, Po heard a deafening fight.

I turned around suddenly and found myself on the battlefield in northern border in the dead of winter.

The air was filled with smoke, corpses were everywhere, and blood gathered into a river, flowing quietly through the vast snow.

A Bao, who had managed to calm down, saw the mysterious man who was in the elegant black robe a moment ago, but now was wearing heavy black and gold armor covered in blood.

He was holding the black sword with Kui pattern and standing three steps away from her.

The cold wind blew his black hair up.

"Who are you? I have been here for many years and have never seen anyone else."

A Bao was stared at by him and just listened to his questioning.

"Why do you have that jade whistle?"

Following his cold gaze, A Bao lowered her head and discovered that the jade whistle given to her by the emperor's uncle had fallen outside her collar at some point.

Raising her hand and holding the jade whistle, she explained: "This is Emperor Feng Ran, ahem, the betrothal gift he gave me."

Hearing this, his blood-spattered cold face was slightly stunned: "Feng Ran? Is Feng Ran old enough to get married?"

In the trance-like silence, he asked again: "Who is His Majesty now?"

"Xuanyuan Mu." A Bao called his biological father by his full name.

Hearing this, his sword-like brows suddenly tightened, as if his head was about to split: "I, no, I have seen him, Feng Ran, by the Black Lake, a young man in a black robe who looks very similar to me..."

The mysterious man at this moment made A Bao even more certain that he was the King of Qin.

And, mentioning the young man in black robe who looked similar to him.

The coldness in the King of Qin's dark eyes faded away, and he said gently: "He should look more like his mother. His mother looks very beautiful when she smiles."

Before he finished speaking, the King of Qin swayed slightly, and had to use the black sword with Kui pattern to support himself, barely able to stabilize his body: "Why did you come here?"

A Bao was helpless: "It's a long story. We were tricked."

Upon hearing the plan, King Qin was gloomy and asked, "Is it her?"

Before he finished speaking, there suddenly appeared in the sky where snow and wind were howling, sparkling golden fragments like thousands of stars.

The King of Qin, who had spurted out a mouthful of blood, seemed to sense that he was too late, and anxiously asked: "Has Feng Ran been living well these years?"

The cautious tone of the King of Qin made A Bao's nose sore.

"He will have a good life in the future." She promised earnestly: "I will protect him."

"It seems that he didn't have a good life in the past." The iron-willed King Qin of Northern Frontier felt bitter and said with guilt: "As a father, I failed to protect him and I owe him."

but……

Look around at the bloody battlefield.

The King of Qin, wearing heavy black and gold armor, raised his hand to wipe the warm blood from the corner of his lips: "But this battle can at least ensure the stability of the northern border of Daqi for twenty years."

Ah Bao's eyes were hot, and he held back his tears: "You are right."

Suddenly, "Kill me." The King of Qin half-knelt on the ground in pain. Before he finished speaking, his body melted away like snow in the wind.

A snow butterfly suddenly appeared, as if it could sense Abao's fear, and flew around her in a chaotic and restless manner.

At the same time, in the silent imperial palace, Weiyang Palace.

The bright candlelight flickers, the warm wind blows through the curtains, and the winter beads and tassels shine brightly.

The black-robed king suddenly opened his eyes.

Countless scenes that did not belong to his original memory rushed into his mind.

Today, it is the tenth year since Abao ascended the throne.

He and she had a beautiful and intelligent child.

But there were also more people in her palace.

Xiao Yunzheng, who should have died, is still alive.

Even Zhang Lanheng and Yan Haixi entered the palace.

The innocent and cheerful, the brave and resourceful, the upright and noble, the dignified and elegant, Abao's harem is becoming more and more lively.

But what was this? His worst nightmare?

The black-robed king turned sideways and looked at her on the bed.

Coincidentally, she also slowly woke up: "Are you unable to sleep because of what I said this morning?"

She frowned, then sat up: "But you agreed to cousin Yun Zheng, Zhang Lanheng, and Yan Haixi, so why not Pei Guichen?"

He heard her mention that man - Pei Guichen.

And A Bao, whom he was familiar with, actually negotiated conditions with him in order to bring Pei Guichen into the palace.

"Uncle, don't worry. Even if Pei Guichen enters the palace, the position of Empress will always be yours."

The black-robed king finally couldn't hold back his anger and said, "Xuanyuan Diyang, can you say it again?"

She frowned in confusion, "Uncle, Pei Guichen's entry into the palace really won't pose any threat to you. Why are you angry?"

At this time, a snow butterfly landed beside the flower window.

The black-robed king angrily asked, "A Bao, do you really like Pei Guichen?"

Hearing this, their eyes met, and her expression softened, "No matter how much I like Pei Guichen, uncle, I will always like you the most."

In the memories that just flooded into his mind, he had heard these words many times.

When Xiao Yunzheng entered the palace, she promised;

When Zhang Lanheng entered the palace, she made the promise again.

There are even Bai Zhe and Yan Haixi...

"The love I gave them was only a little bit."

"Uncle, none of them can compare to you, including Pei Guichen."

Over and over again, the promise.

It was so cheap that it made him despair.

And no one noticed as the snow butterfly flapped its wings and took off.

Wherever it passed, a faint line of blood could be seen.

Like old, hideous scars from the years.