after i found out my new wife was a man

Marquis of Wu'an Mansion.

Xie Ling and Duan sat at the bottom, silent.

"My Xie family has gone through three generations. It seems to be highly valued by the emperor, with power in the court and the public, and envied by the world, but who knows the difficulty of our family being trembling and walking on thin ice? My son, think about it, how many favored officials are there in this world? Is it a good thing for an important minister to end? I'm afraid that prosperity will lead to decline."

Xie Houye looked at his son worriedly, with helplessness in his brows and eyes.

How much the emperor loves the Xie family, even an ignorant three-year-old child knows it, and can blurt out a series of examples, even the queens of each generation are all from the Xie family, for example, the current Empress Dowager Xie, this time She also put in a lot of effort in the marriage, even though the deceased queen was weak and her beauty disappeared after giving birth to the eldest princess, but Changle Palace still offers her a place in the ranking, and has not established another queen.

But if you count all the dynasties, the important officials with great power will not end well, not to mention that the Xie family still holds a heavy army.

"Father knows that you are wronged, but remember, you are the eldest son, and you are destined not to do whatever you want, do you understand?"

The identity of Xie's eldest son is not only an honor, but also a shackle.

Xie Lingyu pursed his lips tightly, and finally said: "Son, don't worry, you should remember it."

But it wasn't just why, that blush suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, but after all, he was getting farther and farther away from him.

At this time, Wanqing Palace.

The palace was pitch-black, only a lamp was lit by the mirror, but it couldn't illuminate the darkness like thick ink in the room. He Yaoqing stared straight at himself in the mirror, holding a carving knife in his right hand, which was stained with blood. Look indifferent.

The person in the mirror has a bun and exposed temples, a strand of blue hair hangs down on his chest, and the long pearl white dress drags the floor, as if there is a moonlight flowing on it, giving him the appearance of a weak beauty.

He slowly raised his left hand to trace his eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, his fingertips turned white with force.

A court lady knocked on the door lightly, knelt on the ground and said cautiously: "The emperor reminds you that today is March [-]th."

He said this so vaguely that only He Yaoqing knew what it meant. His fingertips paused slightly, and the soaring viciousness in his eyes almost overflowed. He took a deep breath, and opened his sleeve with his trembling right hand.

I saw knife marks all over it, most of which had scabbed over, and a few were still stained with fresh blood.

He Yaoqing stared at his left arm until his eyes were sour and never looked away, as if he wanted to engrave this word in his heart.

Emperor Jingren had a majestic face, and was dressed in a black dragon robe, embroidered with dragons embroidered on it.

But this is only for the common people.

He Yaoqing walked into the main hall, bowed his head in salute, and frowned slightly. He looked like a weak beauty, not seeing the gloomy and cold posture just now, and said: "See Father."

Emperor Jingren was already drunk, and when he heard this, he raised his head and looked up, but his gaze passed through He Yaoqing and he didn't know who he was looking at. His Yan Mu's face showed a bit of grievance, which matched his somewhat old face , only makes people feel weird: "Wan Jin, why did you come to see me?"

It is said in the world that from childhood sweethearts to phoenix crowns and xiapei, emperors and empresses are in harmony with each other, and their eyebrows are in harmony with each other. It is a pity that the queen empress passed away early. The emperor was overwhelmed with grief and vowed not to make an empress again.

Xie Wanjin is the name of the deceased queen.

Emperor Jing Ren rushed to the case and grabbed the pen and paper, with a high voice: "Come on, just like before, you stand, and I will draw for you."

He Yaoqing's eyelashes were slightly curved, and his posture was supple, as if he had no feelings of his own, nor did he feel sad or angry.

When he smiled, he looked like a queen. Emperor Jingren's hands trembled: "Wanjin! Wanjin, do you know how I have survived these ten years? You are so cruel..."

He was crying and laughing, looking at the painting he just made in his hand, the person on it was indeed somewhat similar to He Yaoqing, but if he wanted to teach people to recognize them, no one would mistake them, because of this painting The superior person's features are light and elegant, clean and elegant, but in terms of temperament alone, they are quite different.

"You are not Panjin! Oh yes, you are Yaoqing, yes, you are Yaoqing," Emperor Jing Ren stared at the painting and yelled like a madman, "What kind of gesture is this! You Remember you were a princess! You were born a girl!"

He suddenly grabbed the painting and tore it to pieces, staring straight up at his "daughter" with a gloomy voice: "Panjin said that she wants a princess, so you should be a girl. To be obedient, you just vote If you have a wrong baby, of course you will get married like all the daughters in the world, how about it? Do you still like the wishful man I picked for you..."

He finally lay motionless on the table, probably passed out drunk.

He Yaoqing closed his eyes tightly, and the nightmares that accompanied him from birth came one after another. The whole world seemed to be spinning, and the lingering black shadows all shouted a voice:

You were born to be a girl.

He suddenly felt nauseous, dizzy, almost unable to stand, suppressed the tyranny in his heart, and grabbed his left arm violently, bleeding from the knife mark that had just stopped bleeding.

Soon, soon, he told himself over and over again.

The author says:

Just to make a statement, I won't be emotionally abused, so don't worry.