I can't keep my clothes off

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"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Chen'er looked at Su Qingyu's dull look, gently shook her hand, and looked at her suspiciously.

"Oh no, nothing."

Su Qingyu came back to her senses, smiled faintly, and rummaged through the contents of the jewelry box, only to find that what was missing along with the letter was their token of love.

Will it be him?

He took a deep breath, since he returned to the capital, he would definitely meet him, if he really took the letter...

Forget it, even if he knew the real reason for the separation back then, and the humble love he had with himself, he couldn't turn back.

Because now Su Qingyu only hated him, hated him for wanting to kill her child cruelly.

Is the throne more important than a life?

For such a heartless person, she really regretted giving up her sincerity.

"Qingyu, what's wrong with you?" Murong Heng stood at the door, watching Su Qingyu lowering her head silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Oh, it's nothing, are you going back to the palace?"

The emperor was critically ill, and Murong Heng, as his son, would definitely go.

"Well, I want you to come with me."

Murong Heng nodded, and put his hand on Chen'er's small head, showing the form of a loving father.

"Okay, just, or just go like this?"

Su Qingyu frowned and looked at Murong Heng standing in front of her. You must know that everyone in the capital thought he was a weak and sickly waste. If he saw that he was in good health and brought his son with him, it might be bad for him.

Imperial power, wealth and honor are nothing but vanity, but people still cannot overcome their greed and seek higher rights.

Regardless of any consequences, even if it is fratricide...

Murong Heng's eyes were full of tenderness, and he said gently to Su Qingyu: "It's okay, if I'm really a useless person now, I'm afraid it's the most dangerous."

Su Qingyu nodded, Murong Heng also has his ambitions, since he has made up his mind, then Su Qingyu will stand behind him unconditionally and support him.

The three of them rushed to the palace in a carriage without deliberately packing up.

As soon as they entered the door of the sleeping hall, they saw all the concubines kneeling on the ground with red and swollen eyes, accompanied by faint crying.

"You and Chen'er are waiting for me here now." After Murong Heng settled Su Qingyu, he went straight into the bedroom.

In the dormitory, several princes turned their heads to Murong Heng. When they saw his legs, they were all surprised and shocked. Only Murong Ze remained calm, because he knew it a long time ago.

"Father, my son is late."

Murong Heng's eyes were slightly red and he knelt in front of the emperor who was running out of time. The emperor opened his eyes weakly, glanced at Murong Heng, and said weakly, "Your health is good?"

"Yes, these ministers have been in the south of the Yangtze River these years. Thanks to the treatment by the ghostly hands of the genius doctor, he is already cured." The emperor twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, but it caused a severe cough.

"Ahem, ahem, it's really great, and it's the last thing on my mind."

The second prince Murong Yan looked at Murong Heng with stern eyes, and said coldly: "Your brother really has a good chance, and he was cured at this time. I don't know if it is true or a long-planned thing." Woolen cloth?"

All the people looked at Murong Heng thoughtfully, and their eyes stayed on him.

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